Need built fast and hard between her legs. The ache throbbed reminding her of what he’d felt like, not long ago, as he’d pistoned inside her.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” she answered honestly.

His muffled laughter reached her ears as he palmed her bare bottom. Skin to skin. Hot hands to cool buttocks. It felt amazing, incredible. Hot as hell.

Felicity choked out a sigh as she opened her legs to give him better access. She hadn’t meant to do it. It was a natural response an invitation for him to touch her.

His breathing deepened. “Your friend is in the next room. I can’t take you here no matter how much it’s killing me not to. I can smell how wet you are.” His voice was a rough growl of sound.

He nipped at her stomach and his hands squeezed her. A moan escaped her. Thank god Beth wasn’t supernatural lest she heard the noises Felicity was making.

Dom slid a hand between her legs. Cupped her sex in a possessive grasp with his thumb covering her bud and his fingers covering her wet folds. If he but curled his fingers he could slide those thick, long fingers inside of her.

“Dom,” she choked, fisting his hair.

“Baby, mate with me. Say yes to me.”

She shook her head to clear the fog. She’d forgotten. He wanted to mate with her. He didn’t want Julianna.

“Did you love Julianna?”

The hand on her sex tightened then one long finger slowly pushed inside her. She rose to her tiptoes with the action. Her mouth fell open on a fluttery moan. She couldn’t fight her body’s response to rock into that finger as her wetness coated him.

“Never. I hardly spoke to her,” he said.

“You never touched her.”

“No, never.”

“But I heard you kiss her after you...after we...in the kitchen tonight.”

Slowly, in and out that finger rocked. All the while he kept his thumb in place over her pearly bud, unmoving. Only her rocking hips bumped her against it pushing her, making her wetter, hotter.

“On the cheek,” he growled and nipped her stomach again. “Like I could kiss her.” The hand on her ass left for a fleeting moment to tug her skirt all the way up to her waist. Cool air breathed over her bare bottom and the small of her back for the second time that night. Then the slap came on her cool cheek and she gasped aloud as the sting registered in her brain.

“Dominic!” she hissed.

The slap was soft and felt very much like reprimand. “I would never touch another woman while I’m with you. I’ve never lied to you about that. It’s you. It’s been you since I first saw you looking nervous in my study. And it’ll be you for the rest of my life.”

“Okay,” she said, her head falling back as his finger once more started pumping.

He slapped her cheek again, harder.

A bolt of heat shot through her blood. She found her hips grinding, her bottom searching for his hand again. She wanted another slap, this time on the other side to even out the warm, stinging sensation.

In a gruff voice he said, “You like it. Fuck...I’m going to take you until you scream. I’m going to take your sweet little body until you’re sweating from exhaustion and you can no longer speak my name. I’m going to take you, baby, until you no longer doubt whether or not your mine. Until your body recognizes my touch before I even enter to you. I’m going to take you until you tell me the words I want to hear.”

Breathing hard, Felicity tugged on his hair until she met his gaze. With his hand cupping her sex, his eyes locked on hers she whispered the words. Words she was born to say.

“Then take me.”

Dom stood in a rush, one hand fisting in her hair to cock her head for a brutal kiss. She was lost to him, his kiss, his touch. He started working her clit in tight circles. Burning pleasure ensconced her body like she was baking under the sun. She fisted his hair in her hands and kissed him back just as hard, sliding her tongue against his. And as her hips rocked into his hand and she flew apart in an intense, heart-throbbing climax that tightened inside her then erupted, his kiss caught her screams.

Before she even had a chance to come down from the high, she saw the look in his eyes.

He cupped her jaw, his thumb tracing over her chin. “I love it when you look at me like that,” he said.

“Like what?”

“Like you can’t wait to have me.”

Understanding struck her. They each had the look. A slow laugh bubbled out of her, and as he picked her up in his arms, she called out a hasty goodbye to Beth.

Her mate, her love cradled her close as he stalked out of the house and took her home.

Felicity woke up to a terse voice saying her name. She blinked to clear the sleep from her eyes. As she slowly came to memories surged back from last night.

She remembered coming back to the estate and Dominic leading her to his room. He’d been insatiable, but not in a way she would have expected.

He’d licked her everywhere, tasted every inch of her, and palmed every curve of her body without letting her touch him in return. He’d made her suck on his index finger to wet it so he could make her nipple hard, then he’d paid glorious attention to each breast. He’d even kissed her wrists, the inside of her elbows, the slender bone at her ankles, and the soft tops of her feet. He’d paid a silent, arousing homage to her body that she’d longed to reciprocate but he wouldn’t let her.

And when he’d towered between her legs with that dark, hungry look blazing in his eyes and asked her if she loved him, all she could do was nod. For then he’d placed his mouth over her wet, swollen flesh with a hungry growl and taken her body into a screaming, shaking peak that left her panting for long minutes afterward.

Still, he didn’t enter her, didn’t take his release. Her mouth watered to taste him, her hands itched to cup and mold every hard, sweat-slicked inch of him, but each time she tried to touch him he refused her, pushing her hands back onto the bed.

And he didn’t stop with that one breath-stealing orgasm. Not at all. After he slowly licked her down from that peak he’d massaged her thighs and calves until her body grew so relaxed her eyes started drifting closed. But, before she could fully succumb to sleep, he’d turned her over and continued his sensual assault on her, reinvigorating her body to an all new level of awareness. His lips, fingers, palms, and tongue caressed her everywhere, licking his way down her spine, kissing every inch of her. He left no place untouched.

With a growl that spiked her arousal and signaled his loss of patience, Dom roughly pulled her thighs apart. In this position she stood completely open to him, left to his trust. His hands spent long minutes massaging her inner thighs, his touch growing harder and firmer, and with each new minute she grew wetter; her body dying for his touch, for him to enter her and finally ease the ache that only he created.

He whispered sexy, deep words about her beauty, about how hard she made him, about how badly he wanted to fuck her. But he didn’t, even as she begged and sweat dripped from her temples from agony. He never entered her, only kept massaging her until wetness drenched her folds and she mumbled incoherently.

Only then did he touch her.

His fingers had slipped softly across her wet lips, rubbing, petting her. After he coated his fingers in her aroused cream, he slowly pulled his fingers up between her cheeks. At first she clenched, but then his free hand cupped a cheek and massaged it. It felt so good she relaxed with the help of some coaxing, guttural words from him.

As he spread her cheeks open she felt his wet fingers circling her dark rosebud. The wet sensations made her gasp then still beneath his touch. She listened to his heavy breathing as he touched her; as he told her in that gruff, deep voice all the ways he wanted her, how beautiful she was, and how much he wanted her there.