Page 66 of A Rogue's Rules for Seduction
“Ah, Jesus.” Cords stood out in his neck andsweat slicked his skin as he held her hips and drove up with a force so strong, her whole body shuddered and trembled with gorgeous sensation.
The noises he made were delicious—lusty and base and completely abandoned to this primal act. Hewasloud, and she loved that he couldn’t hold himself back. A steady stream of curses poured from his lips in his East London accent.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarled. “Hell—that’s—fuck.”
She angled herself in exactly the right way so that her clitoris ground against him with each thrust. He kept one hand on her breast, taking her nipple between his fingers and gently squeezing. Bright strands of fire coursed through her, and then there was no stopping her.
“Dom, I—”
She came with a scream. There was no one around to make her strive for quiet, and even if therewassomeone nearby, she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from giving full throat to this engulfing pleasure that began with his cock deep inside her and had no end, expanding out to overwhelm everything.
Wrung out, she collapsed atop him. Yet he didn’t relent, continuing to thrust up into her, pushing his hips into hers, until another orgasm harrowed her.
The world spun, and then she was on her back with Dom above her.
“Hook your ankles around my waist,” he commanded, and when she did, he sank into her all the way to the hilt. “Good girl.”
Why did that only sound right coming from him? “Or a verybadgirl.” She angled her hips up to push him deeper within her.
“Christ,” he growled. Something flashed in his eyes, something far more profound than lust.
She didn’t—couldn’t—let herself see that emotion in his gaze, so she dug her fingers into the taut muscles of his arse, urging him on.
He was beautiful above her, glossed with sweat and dedicated to their pleasure. He reached down and caressed her clitoris with his thumb, summoning another climax from her.
A few more forceful thrusts, and then, with a groan that sounded like part torment, part ecstasy, he pulled from her. His release shot from him in a scalding arc, spattering across her belly and chest. He gave a long, loud moan as he came.
Moments later, he took a corner of the bedsheets and cleaned his seed from her skin, before rolling to his side, the bed groaning under his mass.
They panted together as the storm continued to slam against the cabin. But nothing matched the tempest within her, the clash of tenderness and desire and fear. And even anger.
“Damn it, Dom.” Despite the fact that her entire being was wrung out from the number of orgasms she’d just had, she sat up and swung her legsaround so that her feet touched the ground. Her fists clenched at her sides.
“Did I hurt you?” He was beside her, a look of abject worry on his face. “Did I do somethin’ you didn’t want? God, I’ll fuckin’ destroy myself if I did. I wanted to make it good for you.”
She dashed her hand across her eyes, streaking tears across her cheeks. “Itwasgood. It wasincredible.”
“But you’re cryin’,” he pled.
“We could have had this all along,” she choked. “This could have been ours for the rest of our lives, but you... youran. You didn’t want me.”
“Never believe that.” His hand cupped her jaw, turning her so that their gazes met. “I’ve always wanted you, and I’ll want you until I’m nothing but dust in a potter’s field.”
“I...” She struggled to speak, when part of her wanted to hoard the words and keep herself safe. But she didn’t have to hold on to her strength forever. She could let herself take a risk, and be open. “I was in so much pain when you jilted me. And all I could think was that it was me, that I’d done something, or that I wasn’t...”
She let the tears fall. “That I wasn’t the kind of person anyone would want.”
“Oh, lioness.” He swallowed hard, and his own eyes shone with moisture. “Youwere.Youare.But it’sme. I ain’t no good for you, Willa. Never havebeen, and it was hubris to believe otherwise. If you knew... you’d hate me.”
“Knewwhat? Please, Dom.” She seized his hand.“Tell me.”
She shivered. Dom rose from the bed, utterly nude, and retrieved the blanket from the floor. He wrapped it tenderly around her shoulders.
Then he sat beside her, bracing his thick forearms on his even thicker thighs. A long moment passed, and when he spoke, his words were flat.
“I’m a murderer.”
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