A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) (35 page)

He clasps his hands to my hips, feeling his way up my soft curves to my bare breasts, raising the dress with them. I remove it, tossing it on the floor next to the bed.

“Sweet Jesus, Gabrielle, you are so beautiful,” he utters, studying every inch of my exposed body, running his fingers down my torso, delicately exploring my sensitive flesh. “I could watch you all day.”

“How about you stop watching and start fucking me instead? Take me, Damian. I want you.”

“I want you, too, angel, and I’m going to have you.” He lifts me up to him and spins us around, laying my head at the foot of the bed. “Spread your arms out and unwrap your legs.”

I lie my arms out about shoulder height and unwind my gams from his waist. He stares down at me with a wicked smirk kinking the corner of his mouth while slowly unlatching his belt. He rips it from the loops, causing it to make a loud snapping noise, startling me. Hunt smiles a face-splitting grin down at me, and I giggle, covering my red face with my hands. He laughs down at me. “You’re so jumpy, Hyde. Does my belt make you nervous?”

I stare at him from between my fingers and mumble, “It depends on what you plan to do with it.”

“Don’t you recognize it?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over the silver-plated buckle. I remove my hands and smirk up at him.

“It’s my favorite belt,” I reply, and he holds it out to me, so I can feel his engraved initials, admiring it.

“Didn’t you enjoy all my kinky uses for it?”

“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.

“Then shut your pretty eyes and trust me.” He leans over me and kisses my forehead, causing my eyes to shut from the tender act. He shifts himself off me and walks across the wood floor, making it creak under his powerful footsteps. I listen as he retrieves something from one of the pieces of furniture and comes back over to my side.

I feel the bed shift as he leans over me, and then the coolness of his leather belt strap about my wrist. He buckles it, and I tug my hand, but it only goes so far, snapping back on the bed. Then, he does the same to the other wrist and places a mask over my head, ensuring I remain sightless.

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yes, fine,” I reply with a nod of my head.

“Good,” he utters with a pleased voice.

He slides an arm under my rear, lifting it with ease, and jams a few pillows beneath me. He sets me back down, but my body is now at an angle that forces my pelvis up in the air. His lips are on mine, attacking them with an eagerness that leaves me wet and wanting.

He grabs my ponytail and jerks my head back, exposing my neck to him. His hot lips move over my face, down to the crook, giving the occasional nip of his teeth, and across my collarbone. His hands roam over my body, groping and clawing at me with a rough desperation that can be satisfied by only me.

“Take me, Hunt…I need you.”

He tilts into my ear and whispers, “I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Excuse me?” I ask, offended.

“I’m going to make you cum, but I won’t be fucking you…This is all about you, angel. I’m going to make you fucking cum until you beg me to stop.”

My breathing quickens, and, suddenly, his mouth is latching onto my erect nipple, suckling and robbing me of all breath. I groan as he works the sensitive nub with his tongue, flicking and teasing it until it’s so hard I’d swear you could cut diamonds on it. I want to touch him and grab at his hair, but I can’t, and it’s frustrating as hell.

He takes the other between his finger and thumb, twisting and plucking it until it’s just as stiff. His lips descend to the plump bottom-half of my breast and the crease beneath, which he traces with his warm tongue. He glides it over to the other, licking up to the nipple and taking it into his moist, comforting mouth.

He rips it away, trailing along my torso, over my tummy, and down my legs. The bed shifts as he adjusts his body and my legs are ripped apart, spread wide, exposing my arousal-soaked crease to him. Even after everything we’ve been through, I still want to snap them shut and hide myself from him, but I don’t. I know if I attempt to do so, he would just force them back open and tie my legs down. So, I keep them as they are and try to relax.

His fingers clasp onto my knees and lift them up, repositioning my legs over his broad shoulders and my body to a steeper angle. His lips descend my inner thigh, working toward my cunt at an agonizingly slow pace. He nips at the soft, thin flesh, causing me to jolt viciously with pained pleasure.

He’s only inches away, creeping ever closer until I nearly burst from the sheer anticipation. I want to claw at him, yank at his thick, dark hair, but this wanton need is pointless.

I hear a deep, animalistic growl and it takes me an instant to realize it came from low in Hunt’s chest. It’s my only warning before he comes down on me with a hunger I crave. I bow and writhe, tugging at my restraints, while his tongue goes to town on my hard clit, eating me as if I were his last meal.

“Oh, ahhhh, fuck!” I scream out when his tongue finds its rhythm and my sweet spot. He concentrates the tip on it, hitting it with sharp, rapid, unyielding flicks, winding me up tighter and tighter. My back arcs violently and my dewy skin heats as my muscles seize and clench together until they burn.

He shoves two thick fingers knuckle deep inside me, and I’m lost. I cum hard, shaking and moaning loudly, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps at me, causing me to cum over and over, convulsing aggressively. It feels like I cum for an eternity. I can’t stop.

He pushes himself up my body, pinning me and smashing his lips onto mine. He shoves his tongue inside, muffling my clamorous moans until they subside and my breathing stabilizes. My body sinks into the mattress, every muscle releasing at once. I feel drained, spent of any energy I possessed.

He removes the blindfold, unbuckles the straps from my wrist, and slides the pillows out from beneath my bum, letting my weak lower half fall onto the bed. He rises up, scoops me into his arms, and shifts my limp body onto his lap, holding me tenderly against his wide chest. His fingers clasp onto my achy wrist and rub out the soreness, repeating with the other.

“How are you, angel?” he asks with concern.

“I’m fine,” I mumble with a raspy voice, still too weak.

“Good,” he says, running his skillful fingers through my hair. I purr when his nails softly drag over my scalp.

“Mmm…That’s nice,” I purr.

When I feel my strength come back, I entwine my arms about his neck, pulling myself up and hugging him flush against me. I nuzzle my head into his neck and breathe in deeply, admiring the delicious mix of Hunt and fresh laundry.

“I missed this,” I breathe out.

He holds me tighter, resting his cheek atop my limp head. “I missed this, too, angel. I missed you…I wish we could stay like this, however, our families will be here shortly for lunch, which should be ready soon.”

“Do we really need to do this now?”

“Yes, Gabrielle, we do. I want you to talk to your mother and sister. You should get it out of the way.”

“You just had to invite her, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” he replies as if he truly did.

I push myself away from him and stare him square in the eyes. “Hunt, did you?”

“I told you why I invited her…What more do you want me to say, Elle?” He has a slight tone that tells me not to push the subject, and, even though, I know he’s keeping things from me, I don’t want to ruin the time we have here.

“Nothing…We should get ready if everyone will be here soon.” I squirm out of his hold and climb off the bed to head for the shower. I jump in and quickly rinse the sex from my skin, skipping my hair. I climb out just as Hunt gets in, our bodies grazing for an instant. This short, simple touch causes goose bumps to spread across my damp body, from head to toe.

I shake it off and turn back to him, wrapping a towel about my torso. “What am I supposed to wear while I’m here? Where are my clothes?”

“They’re stowed away in the closet and dressers.”

“Already?” I squeak.

“I had them purchased and sent here this morning,” he replies, rinsing water through his hair. It cascades down his body, rushing over every defined muscle. I’m hypnotized by the epitome of male beauty standing before me.

“Oh,” I utter.

I don’t know why anything he does surprises me. I come out of it when I remember what lies ahead for me and head to the dresser. I sift through the top drawer, searching through the multitude of swimming attire. “I don’t see any two-pieces in here…I’m guessing that’s not an accident.”

I peek at him over my shoulder with a raised brow and interrogative glare in my eye.

He smirks at me with a sudsy face, squinting in an attempt to keep the soap from seeping into his eyes. He runs his hands over his face, rinsing away the residue. “You know how I feel about showing your body off in front of others, and the suits I’ve provided aren’t what I would consider matronly, angel. I just want you covered enough that you aren’t popping out everywhere.”

“Really? It’s our families. I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

“Exactly, we are with my family. I don’t want my parents to see so much of you. If you haven’t noticed, Elle, you are on the curvy side. As much as I love admiring and burying myself in that soft body, I desire modesty outside of the bed…Besides, you seem to forget, Chase is here.”

“I thought you made up…” I realize my screw-up too late. He pauses and then slowly turns his head toward me.

“You heard our conversation?” His eyes are wide.

“Only the tail end…”

He turns off the shower and steps out, standing there soaking wet and magnificently nude. “What did you hear, Gabrielle?”

“I didn’t hear about whatever you’re keeping from me, if that’s what you’re asking…Yeah, I’m not a fool, Damian. I know you know more about Dante than you’re letting on…”

“Yes, I do, and I’m not going to go into it, right now, Gabrielle. We have to get ready.”

“Whatever, Damian.” I spin back to the open drawer, grab a black, one-shoulder monokini and a sheer lavender tunic with detailed neckline. I throw on the suit and the cover-up and snag my wedges off the floor in a scramble to get away from him.

“Gabrielle,” he purrs.

“Leave me alone, Damian,” I reply, walking out to the small path leading back to the main house, but halt just before I exit. I turn back to him with a glare. “Until you start telling me the truth and stop keeping secrets from me, expect me to do the same.”

With that, I walk out and head to the main house.

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hen I arrive at the main house, I notice the others have yet to arrive and lunch is nowhere to be found. I stare down at the beach, which is calling my name. Suddenly, I don’t feel like dealing with my mom or Hunt.

I skip back down the large veranda stairs, leading to the breathtaking view, and race toward the white sands ahead. I don’t know why I run. Perhaps, I’m trying to outrun Hunt or the stress of the situation, but whatever the reason, I bolt toward the crystal blue waters. I rip off my cover-up and toss it onto the sands just before racing full speed into the reviving waters. I dive under the waves and immerse myself in the cooling depths of my watery refuge.

I come back up and float on my back, allowing the warm rays of the sun to bathe my face. My body drifts up and down with the forming waves beneath the surface, easing into a state of complete tranquility.

After about fifteen minutes, I swim back to the beach and lie myself on the sun-heated sands, soaking the warmth of the rays into my cooled flesh. It feels amazing.

Suddenly, the sun is gone, and I’m eclipsed in darkness. I open my eyes, covering it with my hand when the bright light sneaks past the large, shadowed figure hovering over me. “Did you put on more sunscreen?”

It’s Hunt.

“No, I hadn’t planned on coming down here until I saw no one was at the main house. I didn’t really think about it.”

“Damn it, Elle, get up.” I clasp his outstretched hand, and he heaves me up off the ground. “Go rinse the sand off so I can apply this. You’re already getting color.”

I walk back into the water, dip myself in, and walk back out to him. He’s waiting with a large beach towel held open for me. I step in, and he enfolds it about me, rubbing my arms and back with his firm hand.

Once I’m dry, he removes my towel and slides his fingers under the thick strap of my suit, shifting it off my shoulder. He hooks his finger about the bust line and yanks it down to my waist.

“What about our families? Aren’t you concerned they may see me?”

“I just spoke to my father. They shouldn’t be here for at least another fifteen minutes, and if they do show up, I’m blocking you.”

“You’re a walking contradiction, Hunt.”

“That’s an understatement,” he retorts, taking sunscreen out of the back pocket of his jeans and squirting a generous glob into his hand.

He tosses the bottle on the sand and rubs his hands together, warming the cool cream before massaging it into my shoulders and collarbone, working down to my still tender breasts. He cups them in his palms, examining their weight with a pleased fascination, kneading and lightly pinching my hardening nipples between his fingers. They elongate as he drags his thumb and forefinger over the hard tips, pinching sharply before releasing my tender breasts.