Page 117 of Dominance

A second to look into her eyes.

“I don’t want to go on…”

“With this?” I ask, instantly confused. “Cause you’re giving me mixed signals.”

“No! I mean, with this…mistrust. Will we, won’t we?—”

“What?! I thought I covered that.”

“I just…Adriano. Ineedyou. So badly. You have no idea.”

“Oh, but I do,” I whisper just before I claim her mouth again, our tongues intertwining our hands seeking every inch of each other’s exposed skin. With a flick of my fingers, I unclasp her bra, throw it behind me.

And just to prove to her that I mean what I said, I kiss my way from her lips, down her neck, scooping her up into my arms to reach her chest, devouring each of her perfectly sculpted breasts.

Her nipples harden on my tongue, the supple skin pebbling to my touch.

Fingernails graze my back muscles, trace my spine. It’s a caress, so shiveringly gentle.

Until I bite down, just hard enough to make her gasp and she responds in kind. That tingling scrape becomes an expression of pure desire as she digs in, dragging ten sumptuous daggers down my back.

It’s raw. Visceral.

Like we’re tearing not only our clothes off but digging into the reality of who we are.

No facade. No pretenses.

My pants drop to the floor next, then her skirt.

With nothing but our underwear between us, we’re back together, pressing the heat of our bodies together, every synapse firing a million miles per hour, feeling her skin against my skin.

Laying back on the bed, I let Gloria fall on top of me, dropping over me in a shower of fiery curls and a smile that promises incredible things.

She’s the only person I’ve ever wanted like this.

Which is what terrified me more than anything. Releasing my control, giving in.

It’s never been an option for me.

But Gloria doesn’t just unlock who I really am. She draws me out.

Through nothing but the thin silk of her thong and the sleek fabric of my boxers she drags her center over my bulging sex, sending an automatic flex through the lower half of my body. Her movements persist, grinding back and forth over me, satiating only briefly the need building in my core.

Our lips never stop meeting, teasing, nibbling.

Another blistering, mind-blowing kiss, and she pulls back, looking into my eyes. It’s an avid stare, a question.

But when she starts to speak, I shake my head softly, dragging the tip of my thumb over her bottom lip.

“Don’t say a word, unless it’s my name on your lips.”

“Adri…” she whispers in shock, her pupils flaring with passion. “Adriano…”

She repeats it, so softly, leaving me breathless as she works her way down my middle, kissing along the crease of my chest, lower, down my abdomen. My fingers brush along her forehead, down her cheek. When they reach her chin, she takes one digit in her mouth, sucking softly, looking right up at me. Shivers rush up my spine as she grins devilishly, toying with my waistband.

Lips and fingertips play along the fabric, along my clenching stomach muscles. Only when I’m arching my back in anticipation does she finally hook her thumbs into my boxers, dragging them down an inch.

“I need these gone…” she moans, gripping the elastic.

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