Eden’s eyes drifted close as she leaned into his hand and savored this moment. His apology, long awaited, was a balm to a damaged heart, a small but significant step towards mending this chaotically complex relationship. “We didn’t enter this marriage with the best intentions,” she admitted, opening her eyes to find his smoldering gaze intent on her mouth, while his thumb slid languidly across her full bottom lip.
“No, I never did have the best intentions when it came to you,” he said huskily, and just before he claimed her mouth, he uttered the words that sent a current of blazing desire through her bloodstream, “but being in your Eden has made it well worth it.”
He kissed her slow and deep, like mating, it was decadent and carnal. His lips sucked on hers, alternating from top to bottom with every sweet, warm breath they shared. His tongue circled languidly, stroking along hers and took it deeper. He kindled the flames of Eden’s inferno, roused it with this erotic play of tongue, lips and nipping teeth until liquid fire pooled luxuriantly between her thighs. The sensitive tips of her nipples swelled and chafed uncomfortably against her top every time she moved, making her utterly aware of her hunger for him.
She rose to her knees, reached out, and felt the stubble of his jaw beneath the tips of her caressing fingers, and feeling emboldened, drugged possibly by the potency of his kiss, she slid the tip of her tongue along the barely discernible scar at the corner of his top lip. That one move elicited a deep, masculine groan as he buried his hands in her hair and brusquely hauled her to his lap, deftly positioning her so that his thick straining cock aligned snuggly against the thin layer of her panties. “No good intentions here, Eden,” he purred hotly against her ear, bracing a hand at the nape of her neck to hold her steady while the other crept down her back in possessive caress that shot a ribbon of desire along her ramrod spine, leaving goose bumps in its wake. “Tell me to stop.” His urgency came out as a growl as he brushed his lips along the side of her face, his tongue darting out to lick at the racing pulse of her neck.
She was treading on dangerous ground and knew she should stop him. But the truth was that Eden did not want him to. She was tired of fighting this constant battle. Tired of denying herself that one thing she intrinsically knew she wanted. He was the only one who could temper the frantic desire that pulsed inside her. Tossing all conscious thought out the window, she submitted to baser instinct. “Don’t stop.” She barely recognized the breathless, needy sound as her own voice. When her mouth touched his in soft invitation, he accepted it without hesitation, plunging his tongue between her pliant lips to take the sweetness that he craved.
He brushed at the thin, measly straps of her camisole and it slid down the curve of her shoulders, pooling like nothing between them. Her nipples puckered at the weight of his voracious gaze, and color grazed her cheeks as he bent his dark head down, his mouth covering a dusky tip, the gentle suckle sending delicious tremors through her body. She leaned back, needing more of him, more of his talented tongue, Eden wantonly offered herself, rocking steadily all the while against the thick, rock hard shaft beneath her damp panties. The motion had him cursing, a violent word against her skin as he bucked beneath her, needing inside of her. In the subsequent seconds, Eden heard the distinct sound of her panties tearing and then there was the maneuvering of his large hand between them before freeing himself from the confines of his trousers. Eden captured her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared fixedly at it, her feminine walls clenching in anticipation. “Last chance,” he murmured raggedly against her cheek, his hands all the while kneading the delectable globes of her buttocks. She replied simply by bracing her hands on his shoulders, positioning herself at the bulbous tip of his beautiful cock before slowly impaling herself with it, taking every velveteen steeled inch until nothing but skin separated their closeness.
Dominic expelled a breath, sure that he would burst if he didn’t calm the hell down. He closed his eyes and drew in a slow breath. When he reopened them, he found her staring back at him, her amber eyes imbued with the same longing that lived in him. She was tailored made for him, lock and key, she fit him to heart wrenching perfection. Dominic gripped her hips, the unrelenting hold burrowing into her flesh as his face tightened, the pleasure flowing through him a little too much to bear. She set the pace, in control of them both, the headiness of pleasure intensifying on every downward motion. Incapable of remaining idle, he met every falling movement with an answering upward thrust. Her bouncing breasts hailed him to consume, grab and suck and lick to his heart’s content. It drove her crazy. Unable to handle the onslaught, she buried her face in the crook of his neck as she rode the wave of pleasure. His arm spanned her waist to gain better purchase as he frantically thrust into her. Her labored breathing came hot and fast, and her teeth clamped down on his skin. She clenched around him, bathing his cock in volcanic fire, and he felt her coming, her orgasm spearing through her body and aiming for his.
Dominic had never come harder in his life; his whole body seized by impending release. His hands threaded through her hair, completely primal, his mouth finding hers and melding tongues.
Round two was on the gargantuan bed she hadn’t slept on for nearly a year and half now. She was naked and he joined her. Words were not meant for this moment but the way he looked at her, like hunger was his first name and devouring her was his sole purpose in life, spoke well enough for them both. His movements were sharp, unhurried as he undressed, first removing his shirt one agonizing button at a time before shrugging it off and tossing it aside. Eden watched him far more carefully than she ever had before. Impervious to the flush heating her face, her eyes caressed every contour, noting the broadness of his shoulders, the length of muscled arms that led to big hands with short, square fingernails.
He had a long torso, pecs, and abs that provoked the urge to run her tongue down the ridges and taste the burnt peaches of his skin. A tapered waist barely held on to his slacks that hung partially open, belt undone and clicking softly with his fluid movements. When he finally eased out of those slacks, it was only the burning lack of air to her lungs that finally made Eden draw in a breath, but even then swallowing her tongue still posed a threat. His length was impressive, but then she’d known it would be. She wasn’t an expert on the subject by any means, but Dominic, in Eden’s opinion, had the Heisman of cocks. The wicked, slutty part of her that she rarely ever allowed out wanted to cast it in rubber and use it when he was away on business. Almost like he knew what she was thinking, the corner of his mouth upturned into a sexy, wicked sort of grin that shouldn’t have made her feel so breathless. Her heart jumped to her throat when he descended on the bed, swooping in to claim her mouth in a surge of male dominance, making her ache once again for his mastery.
“Dominic,” she gasped when he released her, calling his name as though it would draw her from the encompassing fog that clouded her minded.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” he said huskily, his green eyes glowing with something far more than his arousal, something that urged Eden to reach out and touch the hard lines of his face. He closed the gap between them, the kiss leading him down her neck until he found her left breasts, opening his mouth to take in a nipple, swirling his hot, silky tongue until the tip was a dark red bud. He did the same with the right, the hot wet strokes of his tongue across the too sensitive tip had her body bowing, arching off the bed to offer more of herself for him to devour. Her gasping moans filled the air as his hand traced a path down the length of her body, a path that his mouth followed with the utmost precision, the details of her skin, every blemish, every scar, nearly every pore he savored.
When that exploring hand gently pried her thighs apart, he discovered her garden, the fountain at her center overflowing with her essence, drenching his fingers. Burnished eyes watched her intently as he brought those slick fingers to his mouth, sucking on index and middle as though it were icing on a cake. “I could live off your sweetness, Eden,” he said against her thigh, covering her center with his hungry mouth, shattering the fabric of her reality and dragging her into his world of unbridled carnality. A world where she was at the mercy of his hot tongue flicking mercilessly over her clit, as his fingers unfurled her wet lips to gain better access to her honeyed sex that he licked with selfish abandon. Every stroke of wet tongue coincided with the two fingers he buried inside her volcanic center. Blinded to anything else but the liquid fire burning through her, Eden clutched the sheets beneath her, powerless to do anything else but writhe helplessly and raise her hips to rock desperately with the unrelenting motion of his tongue as he feasted on her, a willing sacrifice at his alter.
Nonsensical words spilled from her mouth, begging him not to stop as that precious little death beckoned her to jump. But he dragged her from the precipice, curbed the building explosion, and smothered her protesting mewl with a searing kiss that turned into a deep gasp as he entered her in one long deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The level of pleasure surging through her was too much; she was going to faint, her head was swimming, every cell in her body blazing, overstimulated, but there was nowhere for her to run, there was nothing else for her to do but follow his insatiable lead, open herself wantonly to cradle him to her.