Page 99 of Sinner's Vows

God…this man. I lean up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Are you still good?”

“Sweetheart, I’ve just started. That was the warm-up.”

“Let me touch you,” I plead, feeling cheated that he has free rein to my body, where my desire to touch him is only building. He isn’t going to orgasm that need out of me. “I know you never let someone touch you, Dominic, but please…”

I’ve seen him. I’ve seen every scar he has on his body. He has nothing to hide from me.

There’s hesitation in his gaze, but behind all of it, the need only I can probably understand. I haven’t let anybody touch me for years, out of fear, and he has been broken differently, but it’s the same. He needs the same healing that comes with touch.

When he reaches for the gauze to untie my wrists, I’ve crossed a bridge to a side I didn’t know existed. As soon as my hands are free, I cup his face. “Let me in as I let you in, please.”

He drops his forehead to mine, and as I brush my fingertips over his tense shoulder muscles and the broad expanse of his back, a shudder runs through his body.

“When it comes to you, the status quo has been fucked from the start,” he murmurs, nuzzling my nose with his. “Take what you want, sweetheart, take what you need. Take everything.”

53

DOMINIC

All my plans for her are derailing. This is about her, but I am the lost cause. I can’t say no to her. Not with her warm, needy body molded against mine, not with that sweet, begging tone in her voice. Not when her need to touch me overrides every other desire. She is so sincere and maybe, just maybe, I should let someone in. Not just someone—her.

Ariana is busy with my shirt’s buttons as I untuck it from my pants. As soon as I can shrug the shirt off, impatient, I toss it to the side. Her hands are on my chest, soothing over my pecs, my shoulders, then her fingertips slide into my hair as she pulls me in for a kiss.

I sink into her as if she holds captive all the air I need to breathe, and the notion only intensifies what’s happening between us. She’s caught on, and her touch is almost reverent as she explores my body, her fingertips brushing over the coarser hairs on my pecs, tracing the lines of my collarbones, molding to the shape of every muscle I built into this power tool that is my body. I am not weak in any way or capacity, but with Ariana…she’s going to be my biggest weakness.

I roll onto my back, pulling her to me, my hands in her hair and on her breast, massaging her nipple’s hardened peak. She half-straddles me, her wet pussy pressing against my thigh as her hand travels south, following the line dividing my six-pack.

When her arm brushes against the tip of my cock, she freezes for a second. I smile into her mouth then kiss her deeper. This one…she’s the sweetest thing with so many little tells which reveal her inexperience.

Her touch is addictive, emulating my own: soft, gentle, caring, and when she finally strokes over the silky flesh of my shaft, I arch off the bed with a gasp at the intensity of having someone else’s hands on me.

“Is this okay?” she whispers as she plays with me, running her fingertips up and down and finally testing my girth. “You’re so…huge.”

I bite down on a groan as she tentatively tugs at my cock, knowing both her hands will cover its length neatly.

“Sweetheart,” I choke out as I circle my palm over hers, upping the pressure as I ride our hands in unison, adrift in the eroticism of her and me together like this. “At this rate, we’re going to have to tie you up again.”

She smiles as she kisses me down my neck, and for a few seconds I enjoy her attentions, then remind myself this is about her. I flip us over, and she giggles as I hook her knee with my thumb and pull her wide open. Her other leg latches over my hip, and like this, I can put pressure on her clit as I position my cock just right to ride against her. She is slick with need, and she moans as I find a rhythm, sliding my cock up and down her wet pussy without penetration.

“Dominic,” she whispers, sounding rather desperate. “How do you know how to do this?”

I cut off her question with a deep kiss, not wanting to recall all the women I’ve had when she’s only been with one otherman, and that against her will. I don’t stop kissing her, perching on one arm to make space and have access to her body. I brush knuckles along her breasts, over her nipples, down her belly, and by the time I reach her hip, she’s heaving with pent-up need, and I bet if I give it another minute, my girl will orgasm again.

I slow down, allowing her to catch a breath as I slip my fingers ever lower, between her legs, sliding two fingers up and down over her drenched sex. When I finally circle her clit, she bites down on her lip and buries her face in my neck.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I murmur as I slowly move on to circle her entrance. “You’re ready for this. Just breathe, okay? Easy now.”

“Hm-hmm.”

She doesn’t clench her legs closed—in fact, she’s splayed open with trust. When I finally push a fingertip into her, I expect her to clam up, but she breathes and opens her eyes, staring straight into mine.

“Does it hurt?” I ask, cautious as I push deeper into her tight, tight pussy.

“No…it’s…oh….more.”

I take my time to enter and stretch her with one digit, and when she picks up the rhythm of my hand, rolling her hips into each gentle thrust, I kiss her.

“Good girl,” I murmur against her lips. “More?”

---