Page 35 of Dominate
“No boundaries at all.” He straightens to stare deep into my eyes. The wicked promise in his has my entire body trembling. He licks his lips and adds, “Someday, I will claim you and do things that will have you begging for mercy. But right now, Sloan Montgomery…Right now…” He leans in to brush his lips against the corner of my mouth and whispers, “I’m going to make love to you.”
My legs instantly give out from under me as he sweeps me up into his arms and carries me over to the giant, white, fluffy bed. He pulls the covers back and lays me on the cool sheets. His eyes remain locked on mine as he proceeds to remove the rest of my clothing, along with his own so we’re both completely naked.
Now, here we lie, flesh on flesh, hearts on hearts, souls on souls. It’s the most intimate I’ve ever been with a man in my life. Even when Callum and I were together, it never felt anything like this. I didn’t know it could feel like this. So…close.
Gareth kisses me as he holds himself over top of me to gently part my legs. He kisses me as he slides his fingers down my ribs. He kisses me as he caresses my entrance. He kisses me as he nudges his bare tip inside of me, inch by perfect inch. When he pushes into me as deep as my tense body will allow, my head lifts off the pillow. My hands clutch so tightly around his neck and my legs squeeze so fiercely along his hips that he knows I need more.
That’s when he begins the thrusting. The slow, calculated, rhythmic, and oh-so wonderful thrusting.
But it’s not the skilled movement of his cock inside of me that has me coming apart at the seams. It’s what he says with each stroke.
“This isn’t temporary, Sloan.”Thrust.“This can be us.”Thrust.“We can be more.”Thrust.“We aren’t just one thing.”Thrust.
“You’re my Treacle and my Sloan.”
Thrust.
“You’re mine.”
Thrust.
“Mine, mine, mine.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Gareth Harris makes love to me like only a man who loves a woman could. I clutch his body to mine, stare into his eyes, and accept his gloriously perfect words. And I wonder to myself when the hell I started falling for him, because there is no way this emotion inside of me is new. This is something that’s been with me for some time now. It’s familiar and comfortable.
It’s a sensation that feels like home…
…A place I haven’t been in years.
SLOAN’S ENTIRE BODY DRAPED NAKEDover top of me is a sensation I never imagined I’d enjoy so much. She’s light but long, so it’s an even distribution of weight. Comforting in many ways.
It’s odd because, when I think back to a year ago, there were so many textures that bothered me. So many things I avoided because of my tactile defensiveness that Sloan aptly diagnosed the first time we ever met. But the closer I’ve grown to Sloan—the more she’s around me—the less I notice those issues.
Life is funny like that.
The morning sunlight streams in through the windows of our suite. My fingertips trace the length of her spine as I drop a kiss in her hair.God, she always smells so fucking good.The sweet scent that I hated the first time I met her has become something I crave.
She is the only reason I’m not waking up with a sense of dread after everything that happened last night with my family. If it weren’t for Sloan, I probably would have been on a flight back home, back to Manchester, and back to the reclusive life I lived for over a decade.
But she stabilised me last night. She held me together and made me strong, just as I did for her the first time we slept together.
Sloan begins to stir on top of me when a knock sounds off on the door. My father’s muffled voice follows.
“Gareth, it’s me. I need to speak to you.”
Sloan’s head shoots up, her sleepy eyes wide and surprised on mine that are aimed down at her. With a smile, I push her hair back from her face and run my finger along the sleep creases on her cheek. “It’s just my dad. I’ll go deal with him. You sleep.”
She shakes her head and blinks rapidly, trying to wake all of her senses. “No, no. I’ll get up and leave so you guys can talk in private,” she croaks and moves to scramble off of me.
In one quick shot, I wrap my hand around her leg and roll us so she’s beneath me. Her legs naturally wrap around my hips as I use one hand to pin her wrists together above her head. My other hand squeezes her leg, my fingertips venturing near the crease of her arse.
Her golden eyes dart up at me with a dazed look of confusion. “Gareth, what are you doing?”
I drop a kiss on her neck and slide my free hand up to squeeze her arse cheek. “I said stay, Treacle.”
She bucks lightly beneath me as I blow warm air over the part of her neck I just kissed. Her voice is breathy when she replies, “Don’t you need to talk to your dad?”
