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Oh, sweetheart, but it will. And it’s going to hurt both ways.

I’m already steeling myself for it.

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ARIANA

Dominic has his hands on my butt, raising me into position. Like this, I’m splayed open, his cock right there, nudging to get in. I press down on his broad, muscled shoulders, hovering in place, my legs hugging his hips. I have enough control to sink down on him slowly, to give myself time to adjust to his size.

When I let go and he breaches into me, I snatch at my breath. “Oh, God?—”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Dominic says as he supports me with an arm around my waist, my chest flush to his as he cups my cheek. “Take your time.”

We’re staring into each other’s eyes as I move a bit and then he meets me halfway, pushing his hips up. I have no clue how he does it, holding me this gently, keeping me in check, seeming to enter me a millimeter at a time.

“Easy, sweetheart, breathe,” he whispers, pausing to give me time.

I kiss him then, needing the connection as he ends up guiding me onto his cock. I’m so full, so stretched, and it hurts, but just a little bit. It’s nothing like that night so long ago now,where that hateful man didn’t stop, going at me like a dog for hours.

It’s just a glance into one of the many rooms in my mind, and I close the door firmly on it, blocking the memories out. Instead, I focus on Dominic’s scent, warm and with undertones of pine and musk, the soft sweetness of his lips in contrast with the five o’clock shadow along his jaw. How my nipples harden against the feel of his pecs where they strain against my softer parts. The feel of him drawing out, pushing back in with a smooth glide that already builds to something again.

I’ve always thought I was frigid, not made for this, but he’s torn every one of those walls down. With him, anything seems possible. And when, after what seems like just a few minutes, I feel the tension build in my core again, I lean back to meet his gaze.

“Can you come like this?” I ask, unsure. I always assumed it needed to be rough and violent, but Dominic is making me reassess everything.

“Yes, I’m almost there, sweetheart. I’ve been holding back like I’m walking a pack of horses,” he says with a chuckle. “I feel you gathering, and it’s…it’s driving me wild.”

“Oh.” I bite my lip to hide a smile of pure pleasure. For a man who is almost wild, he’s never shown it or lost control in the moment. He really is taking care of me. How do I give this up? How do I let him go? “Let’s come together.”

“Kiss me,” he orders.

I open my lips for his invasion which comes with a rhythm that matches every rise and fall of my body onto his as he takes charge, hitting me deep and meeting a need I’ve never felt before. I’ve never been closer to any human, and with my current track record, this will be the last time.

I hug him to me, clinging to him with desperation as if it would keep us like this forever. And then I come, slower thistime, but it seems to ripple from inside my heart, down to where I feel him rippling up into me as he comes, too. It’s powerful, it’s intense, and somehow so sublime, it’s as if we’ve entered a next realm together.

“Fuck, Ariana,” he whispers as he keeps me in place, holding still so we can both revel in the moment together.

I’m breathless, and his chest is heaving against mine, a sheen of sweat over our bodies, mixing with our spent passion as we kiss each other again. This is so intimate, I never want to let go, but eventually his grip on me softens, and he fumbles between us as he slips out of my body. He’s so gentle when he lays me down, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

Trying to catch my breath, I prod at my bullet wound which has closed up in a scabbed scar. It doesn’t seem worse for wear, and I still, listening to Dominic opening and closing the faucet. I roll on my side to watch him walk back inside the room. God, he is gorgeous. Tall and manly, and yet he has the tenderness of a poet in him.

“I feel a nap coming on,” I say as he kneels on the bed with a wet facecloth.

“A nap is definitely on the to-do list. Here,” he says as he nudges my leg, and I let him wipe me clean. “Gorgeous little pussy,” he murmurs, the same concentration from earlier back on his face. “What I won’t give to eat you out every day.”

The words hit my chest where they boomerang around looking for a place to land, but when he shoots me a wicked playful grin I haven’t seen before, I realize he’s only teasing me.

“Said pussy is at your disposal, but only with a pre-approved schedule,” I quip back.

“Is that so?” He tosses the cloth to the floor, helps me get under the covers, then switches off the cabin lights. “Tell me howbusy you plan to be over the next few weeks, and I’ll slot myself in where I can.”

Keep this light, keep this easy.He’s only joking about the next few weeks. Ideally, I’d separate from him as soon as I get off this plane. I can’t afford to get any closer to this man than I already am. Somehow, he has breached my walls. He’s conquered my body and is banging at the door of my innermost sanctum, at my heart, which I’ve always protected with a steel will and the full force of a resting bitchface that gives most men hives.

When I say nothing, he pulls me to him.

“Welcome to the mile-high club, sweetheart.” He sighs, and it’s somewhat desolate. “Sometimes it’s fun to imagine things would work out just perfectly.”

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