Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 72

It was with my thought that I called him to give myself to him, to give myself to his eternity. I knew from the moment he looked at me standing in the garden that this was what I wanted. No regrets.

I took a step back, calling him. He didn't wait for another sign I had given too many. His first move brought him right before my eyes. I lifted my gaze, dazzled by his vibrant masculinity. It was impossible to resist. I dropped my hands to my body, letting myself fall prey to him. Another step and I could breathe his scent. The same blend of amber and mint that used to drive me crazy. 

He dared to take another step and stretched his arms to my shoulders. The mere touch made me flinch. Then he dropped them to my elbows in a caress. 

When he stroked my upper arms, millions of shivers broke free and ran through my entire core. My legs were having trouble supporting me. But then I watched Dominic shorten the distance between us, getting so near that I felt my heart pierce my chest. I was almost naked in front of this man's eyes, and I was trying to get a posture to face him. My breathing became uncontrollable and heavy. I was about to collapse when I saw his hand brushing the line of my eager breasts. His dominant hands traveled in between them, but he didn't shift his hungry gaze for a second. It was as if he wanted to immortalize every grimace of pleasure. Every anguish and plea. 

But I felt my strength failing, and the only thing that could revive me was his kiss. 

"Kiss me, Dominic!" I begged desperately, like I was dying and needed a miracle that could save me. 

I was going crazy with desire if he would not kiss me right at that moment. When I felt his rough clothes against my delicate skin, I arched harder, thrusting into him, feeling every hard place already responding to my charms. I almost fainted when his hot lips trailed down my cleavage and low on my breasts. I felt his teeth bite gently, and a moan escaped my mouth. That must have stirred him even more, because he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his hard body. He was still fully clothed.

My madness reached unimaginable heights, so he slowly took me in his arms and laid me on the soft bed. We held each other's gaze, reading each other's souls. I was so deeply rooted in his soul that my eyes wept at how much love I discovered in him. 

It was at that moment when he threw away his jacket, shirt, and tie, revealing a well-sculpted body. I couldn't help myself and rested my palms on his hard chest. 

So, I got a little closer until I was practically standing in the shadow of his massive body. 

My Dominic was about to fulfill all my fantasies. It amazed me at how perfect he was, how gentle his touch was, how skilled he was with his hands. In their trail, he would trace savage fire. A fire that now could not be put out.

As his lips began their journey from my mouth to my neck, kissing all the way down my breasts to my belly and continuing to my forbidden, already wet place, my body responded to his every action. I wasn't thinking clearly when I felt his tongue tracing fire along my bikini line, only there was no bikini. I let him in and flexed both my legs, placing them along his shoulders. That was the second I experienced the most intense moment of my life. He was playing with his hot, wet tongue, drawing imaginary circles. He leaned into me and my instinct was to grab him, pulling him deeper. I began to spasm with pleasure.

 Dominic started a game of come and go pleasure, but the second time stopped just as I was about to spasm again, leaving me so close to the edge. He climbed up to my mouth, giving me a taste of myself. Capturing my mouth in a frantic kiss, he dug two of his fingers deep inside me. I arched again as I molded myself to his manly form. He received me moving in the same way. And again, he brought me to the brink of madness with his kiss, with his touch.