Chapter 19: Chapter 19
Music Recommendation: Play God by Klergy, Valerie Broussard.
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He stared at her pink sea, and sniffed her with his eyes closed. He didn’t just worship her. He consumed her.
His mouth on her was hot and greedy. His tongue went in several times, deep and merciless.
She gasped, cried out, and fisted the sheets.
Her thighs clamped around his head but he growled against her. She clenched the fist, and tried to pull away a bit but he dragged her closer, refusing to let her run from the pleasure he poured into her.
He tasted her like he needed her to live. Celeste dug her fingers into his hair, and gripped it as if she was holding on for her life.
And when she came, she choked on his name. Yet, he didn’t stop. He drank her down like sin. He wanted more. Desperately.
He finally rose, after getting her to reach the edge for the third time with his tongue. His face was wet, jaw tight, and eyes nearly feral. He dragged his shirt off, then his belt, pants, and briefs.
Celeste gasped when saw him. He was so hard, thick and furious with need. Her breath caught.
He would really stretch her out but she wasn’t complaining. She needed to be gently ripped apart for months now.
He didn’t give her time to adjust.
He hovered above her. Fingers laced into her hair, he ordered. "Hold on to me."
She did. He gently took off her engagement ring, stared into her eyes for a while, giving her the chance to say no.
She nodded, and then he slammed into her. Her p*ssy was so great and tight that he had to pause, and draw in a long sigh of restraint.
Celeste screamed.
It wasn’t painful. It was too much. Too much of him.
Too deep.
Too good.
Too everything.
He didn’t slow down. He didn’t ask if she could take it.
He knew she could. He trusted she could.
He drove into her like she belonged to him. He placed one hand under her thigh to hitch her higher, as he went in deeper, and rougher. Her moans turned to sobs. Her nails raked his back. And still, he kept going.
"You’re mine," he rasped against her ear, every word was punctuated by a brutal thrust. "Say it."
"I’m yours—" she cried, her head thrashing.
"Louder." He ordered. "Say it like you mean it."
"I’m yours, Dominic—fuck—I’m yours, I’m yours—"
He flipped her. He had everything except her.
He flipped her over on her hands and knees now. Her face pressed into the sheets with her ass in the air.
He took her again. He hates what he feels when Landon looks at her. He never knew envy until he watched her with Landon.
This time, he slammed in even harder.
Her body trembled. She shattered.
She came around him with a strangled cry. Her body was fluttering, clenching, and drowning — and still, he didn’t stop.
He can’t wash away the blood in his hands, but he can wash her clean tonight. The devil was back at his door, and he might let him in tonight.
He chased his release like a man starved. His rhythm was raw, punishing, and desperate.
When he finally came, it was with a guttural sound that echoed through the room. Hot and spilling deep inside her, his hand locked in her hair, with his lips on her spine, as they both shook from the force of it.
They collapsed, and tangled into themselves, not minding the heat and sweat. Only the sound of their breath was heard.
Dominic rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. He helped her curl into his chest. His arms wrapped around her, tight like a chain. He didn’t speak.
But she knew he wasn’t letting go.
"What now?" Celeste mumbled out after a long silence. She couldn’t even keep her eyes open. Her whole strength was gone.
"Don’t marry him,"
"Huh?" Celeste blinked.
This could just be a one time affair, and they could both just walk away from it. What does he mean by being so bold?
"Don’t marry him," Dominic repeated, staring at his dark cloud ceiling. He drew her closer to himself, and let out a soft breath.
Celeste pushed his chest, and pulled herself away from him. "I’m just a college student. I don’t even know what I want, but you have yours all figured out," she said, her voice a little too steady for the chaos swimming in her eyes.
Dominic propped himself up on one elbow, his hair tousled, jaw still clenched. His stare was quiet, but far from calm. "I don’t have anything figured out, Celeste. I only know one thing right now."
She shook her head, looking away—but he reached for her chin, gently turning her back to face him.
"You’re the only thing that makes sense," he said lowly, like it hurt him to admit it. "I don’t want a version of life that doesn’t include you."
Her eyes fluttered shut. It wasn’t fair. He shouldn’t be saying this now, not when her body still trembled with the memory of him. Not when his scent was still on her skin and her soul was somewhere between exhaustion and surrender.
"But you’ll leave," she whispered.
Dominic didn’t flinch. "Only if you ask me to."
The air thickened. Her heart thudded harder than it should have. He was giving her a choice now. But wasn’t that the cruelest part?
"I can’t be someone you hide," she murmured. "Not when you’re... you."
A heavy silence lingered between them.
"I’m not hiding you." Dominic broke the silence. "I’m trying to figure out how to become the kind of man you don’t have to survive loving."
Those words broke something in her.
She looked at him, truly looked at him, and saw more than just the predator who devoured her minutes ago. She saw the man who couldn’t sleep most nights. The one haunted by things he wouldn’t say aloud.
"What are we even doing?" she asked, her voice raw now. She could barely breathe when she realised she just did the very thing she hated. She just cheated on Landon. "This is going to end. You know that."
Dominic reached out, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. He rested his palm against her cheek. "Maybe," he admitted, his thumb tracing the edge of her mouth. "But if it ends, I want it to end with both of us fighting for it. Not running from it."
Celeste blinked fast. Her throat tightened.
He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. "I won’t touch you again if that’s what you want. But don’t marry him, Celeste. Don’t give someone else your forever when you don’t want to,"
A single tear slipped from her eye. She didn’t wipe it. Neither did he.
"I can’t promise you that I’ll choose you," she whispered, her voice trembling.
Dominic didn’t hesitate. "I’ll wait until you do."