- D O M I N I C • P O V -
She was too fucking small.
Too fragile. Too delicate. Too goddamn perfect for a man like me.
But that didn't stop me from gripping her, from pressing her down against the mattress, from feeling the heat of her bare skin under my hands. She was trembling, but not from fear. No, she was shivering from me. From the way I touched her, the way I made her feel.
And that made something dark, something primal, coil deep inside my chest.
She had no idea what she was doing to me.
No fucking clue.
I dragged my fingers over her spine, feeling her arch slightly under my touch. Her breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips as I squeezed the flesh of her ass, my thumb tracing slow circles over her skin.
"You don't like me smoking?" My voice was low, taunting, as I leaned down, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear.
She shook her head, her fingers gripping the sheets. "No," she whispered.
I smirked. "Then what the fuck are you gonna do about it?"
I didn't expect her to have an answer. Didn't expect her to do anything. But then, she surprised me.
She turned her head slightly, her lips parting, her eyes dark and pleading as she looked back at me. "Let me take your mind off it."
Fuck.
I stilled, my grip on her tightening, my cock twitching in my boxers.
She had no idea what she just did.
No idea how easily she could get herself into trouble with me.
My hand slid up, gripping the back of her neck as I turned her fully onto her back, my body caging hers in. The oversized shirt she wore had ridden up, exposing her thighs, her stomach, the soft curve of her hips.
And beneath it-nothing.
No panties. No barriers. Just her, bare and fucking perfect.
I clenched my jaw, my fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt that swallowed her small frame. "You walked out there like this?" My voice was rough, controlled, but barely.
She swallowed, nodding slightly.
A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest. "You really think I'm gonna let that shit slide?"
I didn't.
And I wasn't about to.
My hands were on her again, gripping her hips, pulling her against me. She was so fucking small against my body, her warmth seeping into me, making it impossible to think about anything but how good she felt.
"You think I need a reason to put my hands on you?" I muttered, my lips brushing against her temple, down to her jaw. "Baby, I don't need a reason. You fucking are the reason."
She sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers curling into my shoulders, holding onto me like she already knew there was no escaping this. No running.
I slid my hand under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her bare skin against my palm. She was soft, fucking perfect, her body made to be held, to be claimed.
And that's exactly what I was going to do.
She was driving me fucking insane.
Her small, trembling body under mine. The way she looked at me-lips parted, chest rising and falling with shaky breaths, pupils blown wide with need. Like she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.
Like she needed me.
And fuck, that did something to me.
I was used to taking, used to making women beg for it, used to fucking them so hard they couldn't even stand the next morning. But her? She made me want to do it slow. To make her feel every second of it.
To make her mine.
Her breath hitched as I slid my hands down her sides, my fingers tracing the soft skin beneath my shirt-the only thing she was wearing. It was so fucking big on her, swallowing her up, making her look even smaller beneath me.
I wanted it off.
I needed to see her.
I gripped the hem, slowly pulling it up. She lifted her arms for me, letting me strip it from her body, leaving her completely bare.
And fuck.
She was beautiful.
So fucking perfect it made my chest ache.
I ran my fingers down her stomach, feeling the way she trembled, the way her muscles clenched under my touch. I wanted to go fast, to take her the way my body was screaming at me to, but I forced myself to go slow.
She deserved that.
She deserved to be touched like she was something precious.
Something owned.
Her hands slid up my arms, her fingers tracing the tattoos inked into my skin, before gripping my biceps, holding onto me. I leaned down, brushing my lips against her throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her skin.
"Dominic..." she whispered, her voice breathy, desperate.
Fuck, I loved the way she said my name.
I pressed my lips against her neck, kissing her slow, my tongue flicking out to taste her. She arched into me, pressing her bare chest against mine, her nipples hard against my skin.
I groaned, gripping her waist, grinding against her just enough to feel the heat of her core against me.
Her breath came out shaky, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"Tell me you want this," I murmured against her throat. "Tell me you want me."
She gasped as I rolled my hips again, teasing her, making her desperate. "I want you," she moaned. "Please, Dominic."
That was all I needed.
I slid my hand between us, gripping myself as I pushed inside her, slow and deep.
And fuck.
She clenched around me so tight, so fucking perfect, her back arching as she moaned loud enough to make my head spin.
I groaned, dropping my forehead to hers, trying to breathe, trying not to lose control.
"Jesus, baby," I gritted out. "You feel so fucking good."
She whimpered, her hands gripping my face, pulling me down to kiss her.
And I let her.
I kissed her slow, deep, tasting her moans as I rocked into her, keeping my pace agonizingly slow, making sure she felt every inch of me.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper. Her body moved with mine, meeting every slow thrust, her nails scratching down my back.
I groaned against her lips, my grip tightening on her hips. "Fuck, baby... you're perfect."
She whimpered, her body trembling. "Dominic, please..."
I knew what she wanted.
Knew she was close.
I kissed her again, swallowing her moans as I rolled my hips, thrusting into her deep, slow, over and over again until she shattered beneath me, crying out my name as she came.
Her body clenched around me so tight, so fucking good, pulling me over the edge with her.
I groaned, burying my face in her neck as I came, my body tensing, my grip on her tightening as I spilled inside her.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavy, tangled together, bodies still trembling.
I pressed a soft kiss against her jaw, her cheek, her lips, and for the first time in my life, I realized something.
I wasn't just fucking her.
I was ruining myself for her.
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