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 crash back onto mine. What started slow instantly turns ravenous, dirty, and desperate. He takes absolute charge, his tongue sweeping heavy and possessive into my mouth as his hand slides slick down my lower back, gripping my ass to haul me up. I jump, wrapping my legs tightly around his hips. Never breaking the searing kiss, Dominic walks us forward until my back hits the mattress.
A ragged gasp escapes me as his mouth drags down my jawline, marking the sensitive skin of my neck with sharp bites and deep, bruising sucks. I arch into him, tilting my head back to give him complete access while my hands slide beneath his shirt, digging my nails into the hot muscle of his chest and dragging them down the ridged valley of his abs. He shivers against me, a low growl tearing from his chest.
My entire body is ablaze, a heavy, throbbing heat pulsing raw in my core. His knees pin my legs apart, his solid weight trapping me beneath him. He pauses for a single breath, his dark eyes burning into mine while his thumb presses hard into the inside of my thigh, dragging up toward my heat."You're fucking driving me crazy," he growls, before burying his face back in my neck, his hands shoving my dress up to my waist.
My hips snap upward instinctively, grinding my wet core against the hard, thick ridge of his dick through his jeans. He groans—a harsh, guttural sound that vibrates straight into my chest—and the friction makes a desperate whimper rip from my throat. I rub harder, chasing the edge.
Dominic's hands hook into my panties, ripping them down my legs and throwing them to the floor. His hands spread my thighs wide, pressing them flat against the bed. He drops down, his breath hot against my dripping core, and then his tongue takes me—a long, agonizingly slow lick from my entrance straight up over my swollen clit.
I scream out, my fingers tangling violently in his hair to hold him there.
"Dominic, please—"
He doesn't show mercy. He buries his face into me, lapping up my slick in sharp, rhythmic licks before wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard. My back snaps off the mattress, my head thrashing against the pillow as a wave of intense, blinding pressure builds in seconds. He works his tongue relentlessly, swallowing my frantic moans until the coil snaps, violently shattering me. My thighs clamp around his head as I come undone, milking every drop of pleasure while he stays buried between my legs, slowly licking me through the aftershocks.
When he finally drags himself back up my body, I lock my arms around his neck and pull him into a fierce, filthy kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue drives me over the edge, turning my moan into a whimpering plead. Dominic pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine, his heavy chest heaving against my breasts.
"I love that face you make when you cum," he rasps, his voice deep, gravelly, and wrecked with desire. "Looking at me while you bleed for me... so fucking hot."
Driven by a sudden surge of need, I push him back and sit up, reaching behind me to untie my dress. The fabric pools at my waist. I unhook my bra, letting it drop, exposing my bare chest to his dark, ravenous gaze.
