- D O M I N I C • P O V -
I had never craved anyone like this before. Never needed anyone like this.
But Raven?
Fuck.
She was different.
Even as I came down from the high of taking her, my body still burned for her. My blood still ran hot, and the hunger inside me only grew stronger. It wasn't enough. She wasn't enough.
I needed more.
I wanted to know her reactions, every sound she made when she forgot herself, every way her body responded when she stopped pretending she wasn't mine. I wanted to reduce her to nothing but instinct.
That was the problem.
I didn't do this.
I didn't cross this line.
I didn't break my own rules.
But standing there, looking at her-soft, flushed, undone-I realized the truth with a slow, dangerous certainty.
I wanted to taste her.
The realization hit harder than any loss of control ever had. It wasn't lust alone. It was possession. It was fixation. It was the kind of desire that rewired instinct and made rules feel meaningless.
And once that thought took hold-
There was no going back.
I pulled back, breathing hard, my hands still gripping her thighs as she lay sprawled beneath me, completely wrecked, completely mine. Her dark lashes fluttered, her lips swollen from my kisses, her body trembling from what I had just done to her.
And fuck, the sight of her like this-breathless, ruined, dripping for me-made my cock hard all over again.
I couldn't stop.
I didn't want to stop.
I slid my hands down her thighs, parting them wider, my mouth watering at the sight of her glistening, soaked with her release-and mine. My muscles tensed, my restraint hanging by a fucking thread.
"You think I'm done with you?" My voice was thick, low, filled with something dark and possessive.
Raven's breath hitched, her fingers clutching the edge of my desk. "Dominic..." she whispered, her voice shaking.
I smirked, pressing my lips against her inner thigh, inhaling her scent-sweet, warm, completely intoxicating. My tongue darted out, teasing her skin, making her shiver beneath me.
She tried to close her legs, but I grabbed her knees and pushed them apart again, pinning her open, completely exposed to me.
"Don't run from me," I rasped, my voice rough. "Not when I'm about to fucking devour you."
And then I did.
I buried my face between her thighs, licking up every drop of her, groaning as I tasted her on my tongue. Fuck, she was sweet, better than anything I'd ever had, better than I ever could have imagined.
"Fuck," I growled against her, gripping her thighs tighter, dragging my tongue over her soaked folds, savoring every bit of her.
Raven let out a strangled moan, her back arching off the desk, her fingers threading through my hair as she pulled me closer, her legs trembling around my shoulders.
I groaned, the sound vibrating against her. "That's it, baby," I murmured, flicking my tongue against her clit, making her whimper. "You taste so fucking good."
She gasped, her grip on my hair tightening as she rocked her hips against my mouth, desperate, needy, completely at my mercy.
And I fucking loved it.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, dragging my teeth lightly over the sensitive bud. She screamed, her thighs squeezing around my head, but I didn't stop. I couldn't.
I needed to hear her moan like that again.
I licked deeper, my tongue sliding inside her, drinking her in, my cock throbbing with every muffled sound she made.
"Dominic-fuck," she gasped, her voice breaking as her body trembled beneath me.
I smirked, my fingers digging into her thighs. "Say my name again."
She moaned, pulling my hair so hard I groaned against her, the pleasure-pain shooting straight through me.
"Dominic," she whimpered, her body shaking, on the verge of breaking apart.
I slid two fingers inside her, curling them just right, my tongue working her clit, my free hand holding her down as she lost it.
Her back arched, her thighs shaking, her entire body tensing as she shattered beneath me, screaming my name, soaking my tongue with her release.
I groaned, licking up every drop, my cock aching, throbbing, fucking desperate to be inside her again.
She tasted like sin.
Like fucking heaven.
And as I pulled back, I lick my lips savoring her taste, watching her try to catch her breath, I knew one thing for certain.
I'd never get enough of her.
Never.
I leaned over her, my lips brushing against hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
"You're mine now, Raven," I murmured, dragging my fingers down her body, feeling her shudder beneath me. "And I'm never fucking letting you go."
And as I flipped her over, pressing her against the desk, sliding my cock back inside her dripping, soaked heat-fuck, I knew I meant every word.
The moment I was inside her again, everything else disappeared. The world outside this room ceased to exist. It was just her-her body, her warmth, the way she clenched around me, dragging me deeper into something I couldn't control.
Raven was beneath me, her hands clutching my arms, her nails digging into my skin as I moved. She was gasping, whimpering, trying to form words, but all that left her lips were breathless moans.
"Dominic..." she whined, her voice trembling.
I should've taken it slow. I should've given her a moment to adjust, but I couldn't. I was too far gone, too lost in the way she felt wrapped around me, in the way she moaned my name like it was the only thing that mattered.
She was mine.
I thrust deeper, pushing her against the desk, making her back arch. "So tight," I muttered, more to myself than to her. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her back into me with every movement. The desk creaked under us, the sound of skin against skin filling the air, mixing with our ragged breathing.
She cried out, her head falling back, her body trembling. "You're... too big," she gasped. "I can't-"
"Yes, you can," I growled, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet my gaze. "Look at me, Raven."
Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure. I smirked, leaning down, letting my breath fan against her ear. "You feel that?" I murmured. "That's what it feels like to be mine."
A shudder ran through her, and then she was clinging to me, her nails raking down my back, sending a sharp jolt of pain and pleasure through me.
I groaned, my head falling against her shoulder. She was pushing me past my limit, breaking me apart in ways no one ever had. Every inch of me burned for her, needed more of her, and I couldn't stop.
She moaned again, her voice rising in desperation. "Dominic-"
The way she said my name did something to me. My grip on her tightened, my pace growing rougher, more desperate.
And then she whispered it-breathless, needy.
"Daddy."
The moment the word left her lips, I froze.
Not with anger.
Not with irritation.
With something dangerously close to euphoria.
For years, women had tried to label me, reduce me to something cheap and hollow. They'd said it before-said it wrong-and every time it made my skin crawl. I hated it. Hated the way they tried to claim power they hadn't earned.
But when it came from her?
When it slipped from Raven's lips, breathless and unguarded-
Fuck me.
Something in my chest snapped.
I lost it.
A growl tore from my throat as I flipped her over, bending her against the desk, pressing her down as I drove into her.
"Say it again," I demanded, my voice rough, strained.
She moaned louder, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she obeyed. "Daddy-oh my god-"
I slammed into her harder, deeper, making her scream. My hands ran over her back, down to her hips, gripping her so tightly I knew she'd feel me long after this.
She was shaking beneath me, her body tensing, tightening, and I knew she was close. I could feel it in the way she pulsed around me, in the way her breath hitched, in the way she tried to hold on but couldn't.
"Come for me," I commanded, my voice strained. "Now."
And she did.
Her body arched, her nails digging into the glass as she shattered beneath me. I followed right after, groaning as pleasure crashed over me, as I buried myself in her so deep I never wanted to leave.
For a moment, neither of us moved. We just breathed, tangled together in the aftermath, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync.
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I looked down at her. She was still trembling, her body spent, her lips parted in exhaustion.
I smirked, trailing a finger down her spine. "You good, sweetheart?"
She let out a breathless laugh, tilting her head to look at me. "You're insane."
I chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss against her shoulder. "Only when it comes to you."
Because that's what she did to me. She drove me to the brink of madness, made me forget who I was, made me crave things I had never wanted before.
And I knew, no matter how much I tried to fight it...
I was never letting her go.
I should've been satisfied. Should've been spent. But as I looked at her-bare, breathless, her body still trembling from what we'd just done-my hunger only grew.
She was sprawled against the desk, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, her skin flushed in the most sinful way. She looked completely wrecked.
And yet, I wasn't done. Not even close.
My fingers traced the curve of her back, down to her hips, pulling her against me. My cock was still hard-aching for her.
She whimpered as she felt me pressing against her again. "Dominic..." Her voice was weak, hoarse. "I-I can't. You'll break me."
A dark chuckle rumbled from my chest as I leaned down, pressing a slow kiss against her shoulder. "Sweetheart..." I murmured, my lips dragging up to her ear. "You were made for me."
She shivered, her fingers gripping the desk as I turned her around to face me. Her legs wobbled, her body spent, but I caught her, lifting her easily into my arms.
I carried her to the chair behind my desk and sat down, my grip firm as I pulled her onto my lap. Her thighs straddled me, her bare skin warm against mine.
She was still breathing hard, her fingers curling against my chest. "You're insatiable," she whispered, but I could see the heat in her eyes, the way her body responded to me despite her words.
I smirked, running my hands up her thighs, gripping her waist. "Only for you."
She gasped as I pressed her down against me, letting her feel how hard I still was for her. Her lips parted, her hands trembling as she slowly lifted herself and then-
She sank down onto me.
A guttural moan escaped my throat as she took me in, inch by inch, her tight heat squeezing me like she was made to fit me.
"Fuck," I growled, my fingers digging into her hips.
She whimpered, her forehead resting against mine as she adjusted to the stretch. "S-So deep..."
I cupped her face, tilting her chin up, my lips brushing over hers. "Ride me, baby."
Her breath hitched, her hands gripping my shoulders as she began to move. Slow. Torturously slow.
I groaned, my head falling back against the chair. She was teasing me, rolling her hips in a way that made me lose my mind, her walls pulsing around me, gripping me like she never wanted to let go.
"Fuck, Raven..." My hands roamed her body, tracing every curve, feeling every shiver.
She moaned softly, her lips trailing over my jaw, down my neck. "You feel so good," she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.
I tightened my grip on her waist, guiding her movements as she rode me-slow and deep, making me feel every inch of her. My lips found hers, and this time, I kissed her like I was drowning.
She melted into me, her moans swallowed by my mouth, her hands tangling in my hair as she moved, her pace driving me insane.
I growled against her lips, my control slipping. "You're gonna make me lose it, baby."
She moaned, her fingers clawing at my back. "Then lose it, Dominic."
And fuck, I did.
I gripped her hips tighter, guiding her faster, my lips never leaving hers as we both spiraled toward the edge. Our bodies moved together, our breaths mingling, the pleasure building until it was too much.
She gasped my name, her body trembling, and I felt her tighten around me, her release hitting her hard.
I groaned, burying my face in her neck as I followed, pleasure crashing through me like a storm, leaving me breathless, shaking, completely wrecked.
For a moment, we just stayed there-entangled, our bodies still pressed together, our breaths uneven.
I ran a hand through her hair, pressing a slow, lazy kiss to her shoulder. "Still think I'll break you?" I murmured, my voice hoarse.
She let out a soft, breathless laugh, her fingers tracing circles on my chest. "You already have."
I smirked, tightening my arms around her. "Good."
Because I wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot.
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