Dominated(17)

He smiled at her as she gazed around his space. He needed to get control of himself. He’d never had sex with a virgin. And certainly not one that meant his much to him. Deep breaths, Gabe. Take things at an unprecedented slow pace.

His hands shook at his sides. She brought out something in him he’d never experienced. He wanted to please her first and foremost. He wanted to make her happy. He’d do anything in his power to ensure she always had that sexy smile on her lips. For the first time in nearly ten years, he knew he could be less dominant if the situation required. And this was one of those times.

Would she ever be submissive? He had no idea just now, but he couldn’t take her virginity in a show of dominance. He would alienate her and ruin her trust.

While she glanced around the room, her hands fisted at her sides.

He needed her mouth again. One side of her bottom lip rested between her teeth as she avoided his gaze.

With slow steady steps, he approached her until he stood right in front of her. He took her shoulders in his hands and nudged her chin with both thumbs to tip her head up. Her lip popped out of her mouth and he smiled. The swollen pink flesh demanded his attention. When he rubbed his thumb over the lower one, she opened her mouth.

Her pulse beat beneath the other thumb that now rested on her neck. It sped up as he stroked her lip until he let the thumb slip inside and guided it over the ridge of her teeth.

She gasped and shifted her weight from one leg to the other several times.

Slow and easy, Gabe. Make this special for her. She’s your woman for life. Make her first experience something she remembers fondly forever.

It took all his strength to keep from tossing her down on the bed as he would have other women in the past. He could smell her arousal ratcheting up, but she was too innocent to take demands this time.

Gabriel took a deep breath and leaned in to resume the kiss they’d begun in the kitchen. He licked her bottom lip and then the upper one. He did it again, silently urging her to open farther for him. He needed to stroke her tongue, taste her essence, and swallow her tiny sounds.

When her mouth widened, he entered, teasing her with quick flicks of his tongue against hers until her body shook.

Or maybe he was the one shaking?

He stepped toward her, forcing her to shuffle back until she met the edge of the bed. When he released her shoulders to trail his hands down her back and over her ass, she shivered. He didn’t break the kiss. She’d gotten over the initial shyness and now toyed with the inside of his mouth too, her tentative tongue growing bolder.

Gabe moaned around her mouth and then pulled his lips back to set his forehead against hers, surprised by the audible response escaping his lips. She moved him in a way no one ever had before.

Her eyes were glazed. He watched them widen as he gripped the material of her skirt, inching it up into his hands until he held a wad of soft cotton and his knuckles stroked the lace of her panties.

She held a breath and didn’t move an inch. When he released the material and smoothed his palms over her ass again, she exhaled. He cupped her ass. Tight. Firm. She squeezed her cheeks when he molded his palms to the globes.

He grazed her thighs with the tips of his fingers and then dragged both hands up the sides of her body until he wrapped them around her middle, his thumbs landing just beneath her breasts. He wanted her naked. He wanted to see her—all of her.

He stifled a moan when he smelled the spike of her arousal. Encouraged, he caressed the underside of her breasts until she arched her back.

He didn’t break eye contact while he cupped both sides of her chest and then flicked his fingers over her nipples. She flinched, but her eyes fluttered. The tips hardened when he did it again, the points pressing against her thin bra and blouse.

“I need to see you,” he muttered, allowing his fingers to trail to the buttons. With each release, he bared more of her smooth skin. He didn’t look away from her eyes until he had slipped the last button through the hole. When he glanced down while pushing the material over her shoulders, he had to stifle a grown.

He’d never seen anyone so flawless. Perhaps his judgment was clouded by the mating, but her skin was so smooth and perfectly tan. He couldn’t take his gaze off her neckline and then the V of her chest.

Whatever dominant nature he usually had was squashed for this claiming. All he wanted right now was to see his woman undone, hear her undone, taste her undone . . .

It was difficult to avoid shaking as he danced his fingers over her flesh and then the lace of her bra. She shivered when he caressed her nipples, her hands reaching up from her sides to grip his forearms. Did she want to push him away or pull him closer?

A glance at her face told him she was lost in the sensation, her head tipped back, her eyes closed.