Page 152 of Love Among the Ruins
He could comply. Whatever it took to make her feel.
He lowered his head between her legs, ready to feast like a man who hadn’t eaten for months.
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ELENI
Dominic had looked like a man tortured. A man in pain.
But then something in him suddenly switched. In an instant he was on the floor, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and unveiling her nakedness, inch by inch.
With his hands on her knees, he gently parted her legs. She tried to close them but he wouldn’t let her. When she moved her hand down in an attempt to cover her dignity, he moved her hand away. And then he dove in, but just as his face touched her wetness, she tried to clench her legs together. “No ...”
He raised his eyes at her. “Why not?”
“I don’t ... like it...”
He looked puzzled. “No?”
It was okay. Nothing great. But she was more worried about how she looked, what he thought, how she compared to the others. She felt vulnerable like this, her legs wide open and completely bared to him.
“Please,” he begged. “Let me … and if you still don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
Her mouth was a firm line.
“You wanted me to make you feel something … I promise you this will …” He didn’t move but a pleading look in his eyes made her relent. It was better that she let him get it over with. With Jonas it had been quick and clumsy. She hadn’t felt anything but a burning shame.
But something else fuelled her unease this time. Dominic Steele, her boss, the object of Miranda’s desire, had looked like a man starved and had practically begged her to let him. He wanted this.
“Relax,” he coaxed, his eyes still on her. But she couldn’t. Her muscles clenched, and her breath held. She should just let him try for a bit, and then she’d tell him to stop.
He moved his thumb over her clit, making circles, right at the spot which drove her insane. He licked her slowly, his tongue, flat and thick, pressing hard against her most private part. She couldn’t help but let out a long moan, the feel of him doingthat, taking her by surprise. It felt …sogood. He did it again, licking in broad strokes from the base all the way to her tip.
She sighed, then groaned, arching her back, her legs loosening and falling open at the knees, all the fight, the uneasiness, her inhibitions gone. Dominic pumped a finger inside her again, then another. Her legs flopped wider still as a delicious slow heat snaked inside her. Her nerve endings tingled. Everything between her legs vibrated. A coiling sensation began to build with each stroke of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers. Her head rolled back, sank further into the bed, a loud, pent-up sigh released.
Her muscles gave. She lowered her hand, threading her fingers in his hair. It had never been like this for her, before. Ever. Dominic was a magician, and he worked magic with his fingers and tongue. She could not wait for him to …
A feral noise came from deep within Dominic’s throat. As if sensing her coming undone, he threw her legs over his shoulders and lifted her hips, angling them just so, opening her up even more before latching his mouth on her again.
“Mmmm.” He feasted on her like a man possessed, enjoying her as if she were a four-course gourmet meal made by a Michelin starred chef.
She bucked, and squirmed, and was vaguely aware that she needed to protest. Do something for him. “Don’t you want to ... do something else?”
“No.” He lifted his head. His eyes glazed.
“Could I do something for—”
He’d lowered his head, his nose brushing against her clit. His mouth latched to her lips, his hot, wet tongue probing her channel. She’d never known it could be so ... wonderful. She didn’t care that she was laid out for him like a buffet, his to take as he pleased. He wantedthis.A throb of delicious excitement tasered through her. It felt so … wet, and so pleasing, so joyous.
He hooked his middle finger inside her, then another one, and pumped her, the motion making her buck. Just when she couldn’t take it anymore, his lips fastened on her clit and he sucked. He grabbed her hips holding her firm, not giving up on the pressure as waves of pleasure consumed her. She grabbed the sheets, shrieking banshee-like howls, noises she didn’t recognize. He slowed down the pace, unlatched his mouth, let her rest for a second or two, before hooking his finger inside her again. Hitting that sweet spot. The one that took her to the edge.
She had never felt this before; this unravelling, melting, falling apart. This sensation of warmth, and tenderness, the appreciative noises he made. Like a man who enjoyed this more than she did. A man who knew what to do, how to make her feel.
She lost her mind, her body acting of its own accord. Heat spreading all over her body. Noises, thick and dirty, came from the base of his throat. It was too much, she was in a place she’d never been, floating, falling, shuddering. Dominic’s moans, deep, guttural yet somehow appreciative, slipped into the background.
“Dominic … oh… oh …Christé mou...”
He stopped. Looked up. “What?”
