She was lost and so was he.
Who knew that two broken hearts can connect to one.
Arabella's world has been rigged since the day she was born. Her fate had been decided for her much longer before she even had been conceived in the womb. So it came as...
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"Yes," I whisper out, and without another word, his lips glue themselves back onto mine. It starts off slow, just like it had been a few minutes ago, but then it shifts—harder, dirtier. He takes full charge, moving his lips over mine, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip. I part them slightly, giving him full access to my mouth.
We move together in sync, his hand reaching under my ass, lifting me up. I jump, wrapping my legs tightly around his torso. Never breaking the kiss, Dominic starts walking, his arms firm beneath me until my back hits the soft mattress beneath us. A small gasp slips out when his mouth trails down to my neck. I let out a soft moan, moving my head to the side so he can get closer. My hand slides under his shirt, fingertips brushing along his chest, and Dominic shivers as I trail my fingers down his abs.
My body feels like it's on fire. The heat spreads to every inch of me, pulsing deep in my core. It's funny to think that not so long ago, I was yelling at him—and now, he's shutting me up with his mouth. His knees are on either side of me, trapping me beneath him. He pauses for a second, just staring down at me, his thumb slowly drawing circles on my thigh. Then, he leans in again, his lips returning to the sensitive skin on my neck.
My hips move instinctively, grinding up against Dominic's hardening dick. He groans, the sound vibrating against my skin, making me whimper. The ache in my core builds, intensifies—I rub harder, chasing any kind of relief. His lips finally pull away from my neck, and he begins trailing lower, kissing down until he reaches my thighs.
He pushes my dress up, slowly, teasingly, before pulling down my panties. His head dips down, right where I need him most. I know for sure I'm dripping from the arousal that's been building with every second. God, I need his mouth on me. Now.
His tongue licks from my clit to my entrance in a steady back-and-forth motion that makes the feeling build up fast. My hand reaches down, tangling in his hair as I push his head deeper into me.
He grunts, working faster, and it makes my back arch off the bed. I know I'm close—and so does Dominic. He sucks on my clit, hard. That's all it takes. A content moan leaves my lips as I come undone beneath him. He doesn't stop, his movements slow and steady as he lets me ride out my high.
When he finally comes back up, my mouth finds his, and I kiss him hard. I can taste myself on him, and the taste alone makes me moan into his mouth. Dominic is the first to pull away, his forehead leaning into mine as he exhales softly, his eyes fluttering closed. I shut my own, taking in the scent of his cologne. When I open them again, I see him smiling down at me, still hovering above me.
"I love that face you make when you cum," he breathes against my lips. "So fucking hot."
Slowly, I push him back and scoot up into a seated position. My hand reaches behind me to untie the string that holds my dress together, the fabric steadily slipping down my body. I unclasp my bra and let it fall.
