Page 137 of Yearn
“This is mine. You’re mine. Every fucking inch.”
Her breath caught, trembling between disbelief and need.
I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. “The only ugly thing in this room is the thought of you hiding parts of your body from me. Don’t you dare. Not from me.”
Her hand softened against mine, not pushing anymore. Her thighs opened further, as if her body knew I’d told the truth.
“In fact. . .” I hovered over her, forearms caging her against the mattress. “Do you know what I want to do right now?”
Breathless, she quirked her brows. “What?”
“I want to chart every inch of your body.”
She let out a nervous chuckle.
“I’m serious. I’ve dreamed about this moment.” I kissed down her jaw to the tendon at her neck, then back to her mouth.
She moaned. “Fuck, Dominic. I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t ever say that again. You’re my queen. You’re worthy.” I slid one palm higher, over the curve of her throat. My fingers pressed lightly at the side, where her pulse pounded fast and wild.
I wasn’t just touching her.
I was taking her vitals because I owned them too.
Her eyes met mine—wide, locked, defiant and trembling all at once.
I leaned closer to the side of her face and brushed the shell of her ear with my lips. “Your heartbeat is mine too and it’s fast, erratic, and begging me to keep it racing.”
Did she understand how far gone I had become?
Did she know that if this heart ever beat for another man, I’d kill him?
Then, I would stop her heart.
Restart it.
Make sure it remembered who kept it alive.
I slid both hands under her dress, cataloguing the first contact.
Thigh.
Heat.
Weight.
Strong muscle I could lift, restrain, hold open. I squeezed, slow and deliberate, as if palpating for tenderness, but the only thing I found was her pulse.
Rate.
Rhythm.
Response.
Her breath spiked, sharp as a monitor alarm. The inside of her knee fluttered when my thumb stroked there. One pass higher, and the slick truth of her pussy answered me—an affirmative test result no lab could ever run.
Slick and hot, her pussy’s wetness coated the pad of my thumb, and it made my cock kick because it clearly wanted to replace my hand.
