His palm cupped her breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. She arched up into him, hips shifting beneath him as her thighs opened instinctively. He rutted against her slowly, letting her feel the thick length of his cock straining against the fabric.
“I need you,” he groaned.
“Then take me,” she gasped.
He slipped her shirt off and stilled for a heartbeat, just looking. Cinnamon skin, freckled and glowing in the early light. Breasts soft and full, nipples already hard. He bent to take one into his mouth, licking, sucking, until she was moaning and rolling her hips beneath him.
“You smell like honey and stormlight,” he murmured, kissing lower. “I want to taste all of you.”
Lillith shivered. “Then stop talking and do it.”
He chuckled low, the sound almost a purr. The lion in him stirred as he pushed her panties down her legs, dragging his nose along her inner thigh. “Gods, your pussy…” he growled, staring at her glistening folds. “So fucking wet.”
He licked a slow, deliberate stripe through her center. Lillith cried out, fisting the blanket. He didn’t stop. He lapped at herpussy like he was starved for it, tongue swirling around her clit, then plunging deep inside her.
“Dom… Dominic…!”
“That’s it, sweet girl. Let go.”
She came hard, thighs trembling, breath ragged as she called his name. But he didn’t stop. He kissed his way back up her body, licking her climax from his lips like nectar.
He lined himself up against her, nudging her entrance with the thick head of his cock.
“Look at me,” he said.
She did.
He pushed in slowly, watching every flutter of her lashes, every gasp, every shift of her hips as her pussy stretched around him. She was so damn tight, slick and warm and pulsing around his cock like she was made for him.
“Gods,” he breathed. “You feel… unreal.”
She wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him deeper. “Move, Dom. I want to feel you lose control.”
And he did.
He thrust into her with a groan, slow and steady at first, the thick length of his cock stretching her inch by inch. The feel of her wrapped around him was like nothing he’d ever known—hot, velvet-soft, and impossibly tight. She pulsed around him, her pussy greedy for every push, every retreat, like she was trying to keep him locked inside.
“Fuck,” he muttered against her throat, the word barely breath. “You feel like fire.”
Her hips rose to meet his. “Then burn with me.”
Dominic moved, his pace deep and deliberate, grinding against her with each stroke, savoring the way her breath hitched when he hit the spot that made her gasp. She clung to him, nails raking down his back, legs locked tighter as her body rocked in rhythm with his.
He wasn’t used to this—wasn’t used to needing. Sex had always been release, raw and impersonal. But this? This was everything. She was everything. The way her moans weren’t just sounds—they were answers. Echoes of a bond that hummed with every thrust.
He rolled his hips, fucking her harder now, deeper, the couch creaking beneath them. Her body arched, sweat-slicked skin glowing in the morning light, her green eyes wide and wild as her climax built again.
“You’re mine,” he growled into her neck, thrusting faster.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she gasped, back bowing as she met his thrusts. “I’m yours.”
“Again.”
“I’m yours, Dominic. Gods, don’t stop.”
Their bond surged between them, a live current of magic and lust and emotion. His cock throbbed inside her, her pussy clenching tight, milking him as she came again with a cry that punched straight through his chest. Her walls spasmed around him, drawing him deeper, coaxing his own orgasm from him with raw, unrelenting need.
