Page 122 of The Ecstasy of Sin

He sucks at the soft spot below my ear, his voice deep and low as it rumbles through him. “You take my fingers just like youtake my cock,” he groans, his filthy words making my thighs fall open a little wider.

His fingers surge deeper inside of my swollen pussy, and I moan.

“That’s it, baby… let me all the way in.” His voice is gravelly with lust. “Just like that. Good girl.”

I gasp, my legs shaky as he fucks me with his fingers, brushing against my g-spot with every stroke.

“Come for me. Show me how pretty you look when I make a mess out of you.” His other hand dips between my thighs to rub my clit, his fingers pumping slow but hard.

I shatter.

My whole body tenses, then melts as waves of pleasure crash through me, dragging me under. My breath catches, like I’ve forgotten how to breathe, and my pussy clenches around his fingers in rhythmic, aching pulses.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he groans, his cock throbbing against my spine. “That’s it… just like that.”

Dominic presses his lips to my throat, dragging his teeth across the fragile skin before he kisses it. And just like that, I remember how to breathe. I inhale deeply, shuddering on the exhale.

His arms wrap around me, strong and steady, his hands moving in slow, soothing strokes over my body.

I’m lost to him, lost to his intoxicating touch. Enslaved by my addiction to what he does to my body, and what he does to my heart.

Between the orgasm and the painkillers, the pain has vanished. Even if it’s temporary, I surrender to it: this feeling of being safe, protected, and loved.

For the first time since losing my mother, someone makes me feel like I’m everything.

Wrapped in the safety of Dominic’s arms, and in something that feels like forever… I drift off to sleep.

***

WhenIawaken,Dominicis adding hot water to the tub. The noise rousing me from a deep sleep. I yawn, my jaw popping as I stretch lazily against him.

“How long was I asleep?” I murmur, glancing around for a clock but finding none.

He kisses my temple, swishing the water with his hand to mix the fresh heat with the cooler half. Once steam begins to billow across the candlelit surface, he shuts off the faucet.

“About an hour and a half,” he says quietly. “I was hoping you’d stay asleep, but I didn’t want the water to get too cold.”

His selflessness has tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.

I take a moment to check in with my body. A dull ache lingers on the right side of my skull, and there’s a hint of nausea, but it’s nothing compared to earlier. I’m still groggy, heavy with sleep. “I hate that you had to lay here with me for so long.”

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he whispers against my ear. “Though I’ve been busy.”

“Busy?” I lift a brow, confused.

He nods, reaching for the bar of soap resting on the edge of the tub. As he lathers his hands, he explains. “I arranged a flight from Vancouver tomorrow. The country’s top neurologist is in the city, and she’s agreed to come here and meet with us.”

Shock doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m feeling. “I’m sorry, did you just say you paid for a neurologist to come here and meet me?”

“Yes.” His voice is calm and casual, as if flying in a world-renowned specialist is no different than ordering takeout.

His soapy hands move over my skin, massaging as he washes me with a tenderness that still doesn’t feel real.

How can a man capable of such extreme violence also be so gentle?

“That’s crazy. And probably expensive. There’s no way I can pay yo—” His sudsy hand lifts and presses over my mouth. I shut my lips instantly, not wanting the taste of soap on my tongue.

“You belong to me. If I want to bring the best neurologist in the country here to treat you, I will.”