Page 59 of Snowbound with the Vineyard Owner
When Dominic drives into me one last time with a snarled curse, I splinter apart around him, my scream muffled against his shoulder.
It’s not release.
It’s annihilation.
Resurrection.
It’s surrender, pure and brutal and absolute, and he rips it from me with his hands, his mouth, his cock, until there’s nothing left but him.
But Dominic doesn’t stop. He’s barely begun.
Chapter 15
Even as Isplinter around Dominic, shaking, gasping, sobbing against his shoulder, he keeps moving inside me—relentless, brutal, unstoppable. His cock drags against oversensitized flesh with every savage thrust, wringing more helpless cries from my throat, battering deeper, harder, until I don’t know where I end and he begins.
He growls—a low, vicious sound that vibrates against my skin—and clamps his hands under my thighs, pinning me even tighter around his hips. His body surges against mine, slamming me harder into the wall, the wood groaning beneath the violence of it.
“Not done,” he grits against the curve of my jaw, voice wrecked and wild, every word a sharp, broken scrape. “Not fucking done with you yet.”
His mouth claims mine with a ferocity that steals the air from my lungs. There’s nothing careful about the kiss—it’s punishing, primal, all teeth and heat and the furious rhythm of his body pounding into mine.
I open for himwithout thinking, without hesitation, desperate for everything he’s giving, everything he’s taking. His tongue tangles with mine in a rough, desperate kiss that leaves me dizzy, his hips slamming into me with punishing force, driving me higher, driving me mad.
The muscles in his back flex under my clutching hands, taut and trembling with the brutal control he’s barely hanging onto. Sweat slicks his skin, the salt of it mixing with the smoky taste of him on my tongue, the scent of sex and fire and him thick in the air, drowning me in it.
He tears his mouth from mine, snarling against my lips, “You feel this, Elena? You feel what you fucking do to me?”
Another savage thrust, deep enough to punch the air from my lungs.
I moan, the sound wrecked and broken and needy, but I can’t answer. I can only cling to him harder, my nails digging into the hard, sweat-slicked muscle of his back, desperate to anchor myself against the overwhelming onslaught of him.
Dominic curses low and filthy under his breath, the rough edges of the words dragging a fresh shudder from my battered body.
Then he shoves in deeper, grinding against the spot inside me that makes my vision black out at the edges, that sends a brutal second orgasm ripping through me with a violence that leaves me shaking in his arms.
I don’t even realize I’m sobbing his name until he growls and clamps his mouth over mine again, swallowing the sounds like he can’t bear to hear me fall apart without claiming it, without claiming me.
The hard thrusts falter, grow ragged, desperate.
Dominic lifts his head just enough to look down at me—his eyes burning molten gold, wild and unchained—and the sight is my undoing all over again.
He slams into me one last time with a snarl torn from thepit of his chest, grinding deep as he empties himself inside me with a violence that leaves his whole body shuddering against mine.
I feel every pulse.
Every brutal, claiming surge.
Every shattered breath that rips from his lungs, I swallow into mine.
He doesn’t let go of me, even when the aftershocks tear through him. He holds me pinned against the wall, forehead pressed to mine, both of us panting, shaking, wrecked.
The only sounds are our ragged breathing, the crackle of the dying fire, and the frantic hammering of my heart against his.
Dominic doesn’t loosen his grip.
Even spent, even shaking, he keeps me crushed against the wall, his cock still buried deep inside me, locking me there like some primitive claim. His fingers flex under my thighs, bruising and possessive, like he’s anchoring me to him by sheer force of will.
I can feel the wild hammer of his heart against my chest.
