Take Me (24 page)

Felicity panted thinking that no way could she have two orgasms so close together.

But he proved her wrong.

With just the barest touch of his finger, he pressed against her wet bud and slowly, so slowly, moved it in a tight circle. Her breath hitched as everything in her gut pulled painfully tight with burning heat. One, two, three more little circles and she bowed off the bed, her voice choking as she tried to scream but couldn’t. Hot, painful pleasure exploded through her starting deep in her womb and moving outward.

She could no longer feel his touch. She could no longer even see as her vision faded then slowly came back, piece by granular piece until she was once again staring up at her white ceiling.

Sharp fangs nipped her inner thigh helping to bring her back down. He stroked her legs then moved up over her hips to her waist in tender caresses. He was right. He was doing exactly what he’d promised he would. He was slowly letting her catch her breath and take stock of her body.

She still burned with need inside her, a tight pressure. It was as if that orgasm had only lifted the lid off the pot to release some steam but she still had so much more to release. Her nipples were tight, tender peaks and everywhere his hands rubbed over her left her writhing in agony.

“Now for the second,” he promised.

He licked up her aroused flesh, and a thick, long finger circled her opening again and again. She twitched, her hips arching. Words left her, begging him to finish her, to please take her, to finally fill her. She’d never sounded so needy in her whole life. Surely the guards outside, even her neighbors could hear her but she didn’t care about any of that. Not at all.

His finger circled her and his lips kissed her in a flutteringly soft touch. Then his lips parted and his tongue touched her, tasting her.

A low sound filled the room and she realized it wasn’t her but him. His growl.

Moving fast, he reached up to pinch her nipple tugging it hard as his finger at her center plunged inside. A choked cry escaped her. Her back bowed off the bed, hips thrust in a little rocking motion against him, wanting him to thrust that finger...wanting him to replace it with something far bigger and far harder.

He set out and did exactly as he said he would.

He suckled her needy bud building a painful ache deep in her belly with each stroke. His fingers played at her nipple tugging and rolling as his finger,
finally
, started to thrust inside her.

It came so fast. She didn’t want it to. It felt so heavenly that she wanted to stay like this forever. But pleasure this intense and this good couldn’t last forever, it had to detonate fast.

And she did.

Her cries carried through the room. “Dom! Dom!”

His heavy breaths blew across her hot flesh as his finger worked her and tongue moved faster to prolong the hot frenzy engulfing her. The painful, sensual sensations tore through her, blinding her, making her shudder underneath him.

Only his touch kept her from flying off the bed.

And then he eased her down again with tender, slow touches. His finger pulled out of her making her moan at the loss, his fingers stopped tugging her nipple and then he kissed his way up her stomach.

He curled her into his body, his face buried in her neck, and her bottom cupped against his groin. Her body had never felt so relaxed. Each of her limbs seemed to have lost weight because she felt as light as air with only his arm around her waist keeping her on the bed.

“I should clean the blood off you,” she murmured into her pillow.

He licked her throat then kissed her. “Tomorrow.”

“Mmm” she said.

Then she fell asleep for the first time in Dominic Blackmoore’s arms and it was the greatest feeling she’d ever felt.

But just as great pleasure couldn’t last, a part of her knew this couldn’t either.

Chapter 15

Felicity roused covered in a warm, male body. Out of all the ways she’d ever woken up or been woken up this was by far the best.

Dom was kissing her neck, his hands running the length of her body in a lazy, sleepy way and her body was beginning that slow wonderful burn that only lead to great things.

“How did you sleep?” she asked.

She grasped a handful of his dark hair as he nibbled across her neck, his long, heavy body sliding across hers as he did. Her stomach clenched as his cock landed between her legs, heavy and hard on her mound.

“Better than I ever have.”

Surely he was exaggerating but she wasn’t about to challenge his compliment.

“You smell good in the morning.” She rubbed her cheek along his. The feel of his stubble rasping her cheek made her smile. She inhaled the scent at his neck, licked his throat. Her fangs started to elongate and she closed her lips so he wouldn’t know how badly he made her lose control.

He rubbed his nose along the top of her breast. “You smell good every day.”

She laughed and ran her legs along the outside of his. “You know what I mean.”

His tongue flicked out, licked a nipple. His lips caught the tender peak with a bite. Felicity melted into him, her legs falling open, and body curling into his. One of his arms snaked around her waist to lift her hips into him. He gave a little thrust as he sucked on her aching nipple and his cock slid over her wetness and bumped over her needy bud. With just that one touch, with his cock being so close to where she wanted him, she grew wet and open.

“Oh god,” she groaned.

The scent of their arousal flooded the air. She wanted him to drink from her while he took her for the first time, to give him the ultimate form of intimacy they could possibly share. She wanted to give him everything.

“Dom...” she started to tell him to do just that but a buzzing sound interrupted the fantasy.

Cursing, Dom sat up abruptly cutting off their connection. He reached for his pants pocket, pulled out his cellphone and growled into it with enough fury to make her grin.

“What!”

Felicity smiled up at him. He sat up on his knees, towering over her as he listened to the caller. A little fluttering feeling swept through her stomach. He made her feel so small and feminine. No one had ever made her feel like that, or had made her so aware of her own delicateness.

Dom’s gaze devoured her with hot, smoky eyes glazed with lust. His cock jutted erect and hard from his hips. His chest was hard and packed with muscles she wanted to nibble. As if unable to keep from touching her, he tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could run both hands up her thighs in a possessive caress.

Those strong hands reached the top of her thighs and paused making her breath catch. His grip tightened for a moment and then his thumbs swiped over the wet folds between her legs.

He wouldn’t. Not while on the phone.

His eyes met hers, and then a slow, sexy smile curled his lips.

He would.

“Well, how do the numbers look?” he said in irritation. His voice was somewhere else, but his body and touch stayed here in this room with her.

His fingers parted her folds then coaxed her wet bud with the pad of his thumb.

A sigh stuck in her throat as her hips lifted up to meet his caress. His eyes darkened, cock twitching and catching her attention.

“I want to know every move he’s making and I want that information now. You got me?”

Two could play this game, Felicity thought.

She sat up propping one hand on the bed beside her for leverage. His eyes shuddered her breasts jiggled with the movement, and then she reached forward and curled her fingers around his cock.

His eyes slid closed and head tipped back to expose the tanned expanse of his thick neck. Nothing she could do could stop her fangs from elongating at the vision he presented. Her lips parted to make room for them and she could only pant as she gazed longingly up at the pulse pounding at his strong throat.

“Dominic—” she whispered.

His head cocked to the side and his warm, sultry expression mirrored her own. His gaze fell to her fangs and something flared in his eyes.

“I’ll be there when I get there,” he growled into the phone then slammed it closed and dropped it.

Then he was on her, his cock sliding along her wetness, his mouth on hers, and her breasts crushed against his hard chest in the best of ways.

He lifted his lips from hers as he pulled back his hips enough to let the tip of his hard shaft press against her opening. A fierce ache grew deep inside her belly. The twinge made her pant, her body undulate beneath his. She needed him to fill her; it was the only way to make the delicious pain go away.

“You want to bite me?” he rasped in her ear.

One hand curled into her hair. He always seemed to be touching her hair. Funny how she hated her reckless curly hair and yet he seemed to love it.

She met his hungry gaze and licked her lips. “Yes.”

His eyes shuttered closed, then he cocked his head to the side to expose his strong throat. “Then do it.” He nudged his hips forward, barely entering her, just pressing her open with the head of his cock.

She shook with a mixture of need and fear. “I can’t. It’s too...it’s too...”
Good
.

“What? Intimate? You’re mine now, Felicity. It won’t be long before I’m drinking from your neck, from your sexy little breasts, from your firm thighs.”

He kissed her again. This time the kiss was hungrier, wilder. Felicity wrapped her arms around his back as she rubbed against him, pushing, trying to get him to enter her, but each time she tried his hips retreated.

“Do you want me?” he said against her lips. His hazy, low-lidded eyes were filled with hunger and locked on hers. She’d never felt closer to another person in that moment.

“Yes.”

His cock prodded her again, slipping just an inch inside her, enough to let her know he could slam inside if he wanted to. That this time she wasn’t getting away. He was really going to take her.

“Do you want my vein?”

Her hips arched up and he retreated. Only after she settled back down did he push back in, this time going slightly further, but it wasn’t enough. She let out a frustrated cry.

“Dominic, yes! I want it all!”

A satisfied glint beamed in his eyes. “You want all of me? Say it. Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, I want all of you, any way I can get you, baby.”

The slow, sexy smile he gave her made her toes curl. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You, me, this is different. This is something good, something right. You’re mine Felicity Shaw and nothing can ever change that.”

Felicity kissed him. It was the only response she had to his heart-racing words. It was too soon to tell him how she felt. She knew it, yet she wanted to scream it from the bottom of her lungs until the entire world heard it. Most of all, she wanted him to know it. She needed Dom to know that he consumed her thoughts, made her feel safe and happy in a way she never had before.

“Give me that neck, baby.”

His eyes flashed with heat and then he kissed his way across her jaw. Felicity’s mouth watered at the thick expanse of his neck. Her tongue darted out to lick it, to prepare him as a sensual, dark power came over her like a heavy curtain being drawn.

He was hers now. He would be completely at her disposal once she sank her fangs into him.

She gave him an open-mouthed kiss with her fangs pressed gently on his skin. The arm around her waist squeezed tight, making it hard to breathe.

“Do it, sweets,” he urged, his voice husky.

Felicity tightened her grip on his back then bit down. The thick, heady taste of him coated her tongue. They moaned together, his hips retreated, and she just knew he’d fill her this time.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Dominic flew off her. Naked with fury swimming in his eyes, he slammed open the bedroom door and stalked naked to the front door like a man about to kill.

Felicity sat up, pulling a sheet across her to cover her.

“Don’t hurt whoever it is,” she managed to say before he banged open the front door.

His big, naked body filled the doorway, blocking her from seeing whoever stood in it.

His voice turned into a lethal, cold growl. His shoulders stiffened and Felicity’s arousal faded fast. Even as he slowly turned around and closed the door she just knew. Their morning fun was over. Rolling his neck, he stalked back to the bedroom. His eyes caught hers and grew hungry as they roamed over her body.

He groaned in frustration. “I have to go. It’s important, I’m sorry.”

He grabbed his wrinkled pants from the night before and started tugging them on in jerky movements. Much more slowly, Felicity grabbed some fresh clothes and started to dress. It was almost a cozy thing to do with both of them dressing for the day. She couldn’t help but smile.

She pulled a fresh pair of panties on and took her time doing it. She also maybe shook her bottom at him as she did it. The deep-throated groan she heard made her grin up at him over her shoulder. His eyes had turned dark with
the look
.

Those dark eyes flicked up to hers. “Tonight, you’re mine. No interruptions, no excuses.” He walked towards her, or stalked, more like, with his pants unbuttoned and his shirt on but unbuttoned. He caught her, crushed her against him. “Tonight I’m fucking you and feeling you come around my cock. I don’t care if a war starts outside your front door. We’re finishing this.”

His hand curled around her hair to tilt her head up to his, then he kissed her.

When he let her mouth go she whispered, “I thought maybe we’re just now
beginning
this.”

His smile was slow but sure. “Yeah, sweets, we’re beginning this tonight and you better be ready because it’s going to be a long night.”

He kissed her again, good and hard and wet. When he stepped away from her, he grabbed his suit jacket and headed for the front door like he owned the place.

“Wait! I almost forgot to ask.”

He turned back to her, patiently waiting as whatever emergency awaited him outside her front door.