Dominic and I made our way back to the house, the journey wrapped in a comfortable silence. The air between us crackled with unspoken words and lingering emotions. Once we reached our bedroom, the tension that had been building all night finally came to a head.
Before we could even think about changing, I turned to Dominic, drawing him close. The words I’d been holding back all night spilled from my lips. “I can’t even begin to thank you. No one has ever done something like this for me,” I said, my voice thick with gratitude. I hoped he could sense just how deeply I meant it.
His smile was gentle, a soft expression that made my heart swell. “You deserve so much more, Katarina,” he replied, his tone warm and sincere. Seeing this softer side of him felt like a rare gift, one I cherished deeply.
“I just…” I hesitated, my breath catching as I prepared to voice the feelings that had been building inside me. Taking a deep breath, I let the words escape. “I love you, Dominic.” The confession was quiet, but it was the truest thing I’d ever said. I felt his surprise ripple through me, followed quickly by a wave of joy that matched my own.
In the next moment, I was swept off my feet-literally. Dominic lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed me with a passion that took my breath away. The sparks between us flared, igniting every nerve ending.
“I love you too, my little mate,” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and filled with emotion. I knew, without him saying it, that these words were not ones he gave lightly. The conviction in his voice made my heart soar.
Our kisses grew deeper, more intense, as we lost ourselves in each other. “I want to mark you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with both desire and vulnerability. Dominic’s eyes widened, his gaze searching mine to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood.
“You really want that?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I nodded, and his eyes darkened with a mix of surprise and satisfaction.
“You’re mine. I should have done this the moment I told you,” I said softly, smiling at him.
Dominic didn’t hesitate as he guided us to the bed, settling me onto his lap. I leaned in, trailing kisses along his jaw, enjoying the feel of his stubble against my lips. My kisses grew more deliberate as I found the spot where I wanted to place my mark. My canines elongated, and I gently sank them into his skin, feeling the connection between us deepen.
He remained still, showing no signs of pain, only quiet acceptance. When I withdrew my teeth, I carefully licked away the blood, my heart swelling with pride. Rose and I shared a moment of satisfaction, eager to see how our mark would look once it had fully healed.
Our lips met again, the kiss more urgent now as I allowed myself to surrender to the desire that had been simmering for so long. Dominic’s lips moved from my neck to my face, and I tugged at his shirt, growling playfully. With a chuckle, he removed it, his eyes never leaving mine.
I let my hands wander over his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingertips. Each touch sent a new wave of heat through me, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly we fit together. When I finally broke the kiss, we were both breathless, our foreheads pressed together as we tried to steady our racing hearts.
A boldness I hadn’t known I possessed surged within me. I straddled him, hiking up my dress as I moved. Our lips found each other again, and I began to move against him, grinding myself on the hardness I could feel between us. Dominic growled, his hands gripping my hips as he tried to hold me still, but I was determined to push him further.
A giggle escaped my lips as I pressed harder, earning a warning growl from Dominic. “Katarina,” he said, his voice rough with need, “if you don’t stop, I’ll have you right here.”
“Then do it,” I challenged, a smirk playing on my lips. The look of shock on Dominic’s face was quickly replaced by a fierce hunger. He finally let go of whatever restraint he had been holding onto, and I felt a powerful surge of desire flow from him.
His kisses grew more urgent, his hands roaming my body with a newfound intensity. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the room as Dominic ripped my dress, the cool air hitting my bare skin. His eyes devoured me as he discarded the remains of my clothing, and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, but I resisted the urge to cover myself.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He leaned down, his mouth finding my breast as his tongue flicked over my nipple. The sensation sent jolts of pleasure through me, and I moaned softly, arching into his touch.
Dominic’s movements were deliberate, each touch driving me closer to the edge. When he finally rid me of the last of my clothing, I felt a rush of anticipation as he positioned himself between my legs. His tongue moved expertly over my sensitive clit, and I moaned louder, my body trembling with the intensity of the sensations.
Just as I was about to reach the peak of my pleasure, Dominic pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips. My frustration melted into desire as he shed his pants, revealing his readiness. He settled between my thighs, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Are you sure about this, little mate?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
“I’m sure,” I breathed, my body aching for him. “Please, Dominic.”
“Tell me what you want, Katarina,” he teased, his lips trailing along my neck.
“Please, I want you inside me,” I whimpered, my voice filled with longing.
Dominic’s eyes darkened with lust as he began to push inside me. I tensed slightly, but his soothing voice and gentle touches helped me relax. He moved slowly at first, allowing my body to adjust to his size. The initial discomfort gradually faded, replaced by a growing pleasure that built with each thrust.
“Harder, Dominic,” I moaned, meeting his gaze. His eyes flashed with a primal hunger as he buried himself deeper inside me. The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room, along with my moans of ecstasy and Dominic’s low growls.
The pressure within me continued to build until I felt myself teetering on the edge. With a final thrust, I was pushed over the brink, waves of pleasure crashing over me. Dominic’s name spilled from my lips as I rode out the intensity of my release, and he followed soon after, his growls growing louder as he filled me.
We stayed intertwined for what felt like an eternity, our bodies still trembling from the aftershocks of our passion. I could feel the warmth of Dominic’s embrace as I rested against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling me into a state of peaceful contentment.
“I love you, Dominic,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as sleep began to overtake me.
“I love you too, little mate,” he replied, his hand gently stroking my hair as he held me close.