Dominic: Her Warlock Protector Book 1 Read Online Free Page B

precious little time for anything that looked or felt as good as what Dominic was doing. She closed her eyes and let his touch set fire to her.  
    The only word that she could think of as appropriate for it was worship. He was worshiping her shoulders, her breasts, her belly, and he was bringing her to life in a way that she had never experienced before. It felt like the walls of an ancient and guarded place were coming down, and she welcomed every part of it.
    “Gods above, you are so beautiful to me, darling,” he whispered
    He bent his mouth to her collar bone, tracing the skin there with the tip of his inventive tongue. By the time his mouth drifted to one brown nipple, she was twisting, pressing herself against his thighs. She rocked against him, and when that made him moan, she did it again.
    “You want me?” she found herself whispering. “Do you want me, Dominic?”  
    “How can you even ask that?” he said, half-laughing, and he squeezed one breast gently, making her sigh.
    “Here, let me…”  
    She was surprised to feel him lift her up, and for a moment, she thought he had remembered she was too small, too plain, too dull. The moment passed, however, and she found herself turned around and settled on his lap again. This time, her legs were draped to either side of his, and her back was snugged against his chest. She blushed when he drew the skirt up her thighs, and fingered the edge of her worn cotton panties.
    “How attached are you to these?” he asked her, and she shook her head.
    “Not at all.”
    That was all the warning she got before he knotted his fist in the elastic and ripped them right off her hips. The rasp of the fabric against her flesh stung for a moment, but then her underwear was in tatters and her flesh was spread and bare to the world.  
    “Oh god,” she whispered, and he paused.
    “Good?” he asked, and she nodded fast.
    “Oh yes, please…”
    His clever fingers stroked the dark, curly hair between her legs, sliding along her lips until she was squirming with pleasure and they were slick. Only then did he open her slightly, revealing her sensitive clit.
    “Oh please…please more of that,” she whimpered.
    She could feel how hard he was against her rear. Purposefully, she rocked her hips against him. Though he growled in her ear, he made no move to hurry his motions.
    “I'm going to give you everything you like, honey. Just be patient.”
    He circled his fingertips over her clit, lightly at first and then with increasing pressure. The pleasure rose and fell through her like waves, making her thighs shake and her body stiffen against his.
    “I…I take a while,” she muttered, resisting the urge to hide her face, and she felt him snort.
    “Do you think I give a good goddamn about how long you're going to spend like this?” he asked. “You could stay like this all night if you wanted.”
    The idea of the pleasure being drawn out for hours, until dawn, made her keen, and she thrust her hips up towards his fingers.
    “Take as long as you want,” he said. “You know I won't stop until you tell me to.”
    The motion of his fingers sped up, became a little firmer, but then it steadied. In response, she fell into a deep and primal rhythm. The trembles that ran through her thighs flowed through her whole body. She shook and shook, and there was something inescapable about it. She couldn't stop the sensations from rushing through her body. She couldn't stop them from taking control. It was out of her hands, and the thought was both terrifying and electric. She was moaning, pressing her body back against Dominic's solid frame while pushing her hips against his maddening fingers.
    She pleaded with him in broken whispers. He told her it was fine, she was gorgeous, oh so gorgeous, and so fucking sexy, so beautiful writhing on his fingers . His words and the hot murmur of his lips against the cup of her ear took her over the edge. Her climax cascaded through her, running down