Page 20 of Where He Ended
- Chapter 8 -
Dominic
She's standing by mycar instead of sitting inside of it like I asked.
“In,” I snap. Her eyes move to the house behind me. “In,”I say again, harsher. She listens that time, opening the passenger door of my cobalt blue Jaguar. Jumping the steps, I fix Theo with a hard stare. He's pacing beside his vehicle, his phone in his hands, but the screen is dark. He hasn't called anyone yet.
We lock eyes, and I dare him to get in my way. The young man is maybe a couple years older than me—probably used to acting tougher than he is to be taken seriously. But when I pass him, he stands straighter and puts his phone in his pocket. Good.
Ripping my door open, I drop into the black interior. Laiken doesn't ask me what happened to Franklin. She's quiet as I rev the engine and reverse so quickly that leaves explode around us from the velocity.
Then we're driving, the house in my rear view mirror.
I can't get away from there fast enough.
The sound of cloth ripping fills our silent bubble. Glancing at Laiken, I see that she's got her fingers coiled in the bodice of her gown. I watch in amazement as she sits up and rips it from her body. Its stitching is strong and well made, she fights with the fabric in great, gut-wrenching heaves until the gold sequins explode all over the floor of my car.
“Laiken!” I shout, pulling off the road, putting the car in park. “What are you doing?”
“I never want to see this dress again!” Her arms flex, the fabric splitting until her upper body is bare. There are almost no lights on this quiet stretch of road. The lamp pole in the distance casts a reddish glow through my windshield, enough to illuminate her beautiful body.
She's breathing hard, her breasts rising in round waves. I'm fixated on the sight. It's been almost two weeks since I saw her naked. She was covered in mud, then. She's clean now, but I think she's exactly as gorgeous.
Gripping the bundled mess around her hips, she catches my eye. Our gaze locks. Laiken hesitates a second, then she sets her mouth in a serious line and pushes the dress down her legs. When she's done, she's sitting on my car's seat in just her white panties.
She's still panting.
I'm drawing in quick breaths, too.
“You saved me,” she says. “That's the second time.”
“I couldn't let him touch you.”
“You could have.” She tracks her eyes over my eyebrows, my chin, and my hands where they rest on the steering wheel. “A monster would have.”
Feathery wings spread open in my chest as she leans forward to kiss me. I cling to the steering wheel as her tongue searches for mine. I give up when her fingers wrap in my jacket's collar.
Shifting forward, I push her back against the passenger window. She tastes like sweet nostalgia. “Laiken,” I say, breaking free. I glimpse my reflection in the glass behind her head; my lips are red, pupils shrunken in black oceans. “You don't know how badly I want this—but are you sure? After what just happened, I . . .”
Her fingertip rests on my lips. It medicates me into numbness. “Stop thinking about it,” she says seriously. “Because if you can't, then I can't. I have all of this energy in me, it's driving me insane, and if I don't do something, if I slow down and dwell, I'm afraid of what will happen.” Laiken puts her lips to mine on top of her finger. “I want this. I want you. That's all that matters right now.”
Grabbing her wrist, I push it away from my face. “I don't wantright now.I want forever.” My fingers fan over her delicate throat, holding her in place against the passenger door. She's my prisoner as I brush the tip of my nose on her cheek. “But starving men take what they can get.”
My lips kiss her temple, her earlobe—the softness turns into a sharp nip of teeth. “Ah!” she gasps. Her nipples rub against the smooth surface of my jacket. It makes them firm, tempting. Sliding lower on the seats, I cup her left breast, flicking my tongue in a circle around her rosy areola.
Laiken squirms under me. Gripping her thighs, I position her so I'm leaning against her only article of clothing. It reminds me I have too many clothes on. Easing her nipple into my mouth, I suckle gently, my cock thickening at her erotic whimpers. Without letting go I manage to unzip and throw my jacket into the backseat.
It's been thirty-eight hours since I've last slept but I've never felt more awake. There's lightning coursing through my limbs, I'm more powerful than fucking Zeus. “I'm going to taste your pussy,” I growl, my lips still touching her nipple. She moans from the vibrations of my filthy promise. Ineedto taste it. I can't stop myself.
Snaking a hand between us, I hook my fingers in the crotch of her panties and rip them right off her body. Spreading her legs, I shove her knees towards her ears. Her lower lips open for me. They're coral pink, glistening with her dripping, glorious juice. I take such a long, deep breath that my vision gets fuzzy. Parting her vulva with my thumbs, I plan to make her wait.
Laiken pushes herself onto my mouth. It unravels my patience.
My first lick is tender; I trace the gentle curve of her mons. Her salty flavor makes me drool. I thought I was just starving. It's more than that. I need everything she has to offer. I can't see the start or end of this ocean of desire. I'll never have enough.
I'll drink her up until I drown.
“Dominic, fuck,” she pants. Tangling her fingers in my scalp, she tugs. I'm forced deeper, my tongue flattening over her clit. Her knees hug my ears as I roll my tongue on her firm nub. I dip lower until I lick her from her asshole back up to her pretty folds.
