Page 59 of Siren's Blood


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It was all I could do not to moan again, so I bit my lip to hold it in.

With a deep growl, he reached up and dragged his thumb across my bottom lip, tugging it free of my teeth. “No, don’t you dare hold back. You are a goddess, Bree. Every pleasure in this world should be yours.”

I stared at him, breathless. Not that I had many men to compare Dominic to besides book boyfriends, but no man had ever spoken to me like that before. No man outside my fantasies, anyway. “You say that to all your conquests?”

“No.” He narrowed his gaze. Not in anger but in pure, unbridled desire. “I’ve only met one goddess—you. And you are far from a conquest.”

Talk about making my panties drop.

Not literally, of course, considering how we were sitting.

As if sharing that thought, he gently pushed me back against the handlebars and lifted my hips. As he pulled my leggings and underwear down and off my legs, his hungry gaze roved over every naked inch of me.

Despite the day’s warmth, I shivered, though I was far from cold. I might not have been a virgin, but I rarely exposed myself like this to a man, so fully. I felt vulnerable in a weirdly sexy way.

Slowly, he slid his hands up my legs, spreading them wide before him. As he drank in the sight between my legs, he let out a tortured groan and squeezed my thighs.

The sound rumbled through me, teasing my core into a frenzy. Unable to restrain myself, I gasped and arched my back, thrusting my breasts upward.

He dipped his head to my breast, taking my nipple into his hot mouth and sucking hard.

A cry of startled pleasure escaped my lips. My few sexual experiences had always been on a bed in a darkened room. They’d never included much more than a quick make-out session followed by even quicker sex. Fun but fast, and very little in the way of groping and foreplay.

This slow exploration was new and oh so deliciously excruciating, reminding me of steamy romance books I’d read. I was pleasantly surprised to find how much I liked it happening to me. I reached between us to unbutton his jeans.

Except his hand grabbed mine, stopping me. He released my nipple with a pop and secured both my hands in one strong grip above my head.

In a breathy daze, I blinked at him, confused and needing more.

His lips tilted up into a wicked smirk. “Let me worship you.”

Before I could ask what that meant, he slid his free hand between my legs and slipped a finger inside me. “Fuck. You’re already so wet for me, Bree.”

I moaned, loving the sensations he provoked with each stroke. His touch was pure ecstasy, and I was high as a kite. I gripped my hands together above my head, unable to do much else with them restrained in this way, and rocked against his palm between my legs.

He slid another finger inside and moved his hand faster. Diving deeper, his fingers curled with each thrust while his thumb swirled against my clit.

His amber gaze never left mine, but try as I might, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. My eyelids fluttered shut, and I dropped my head back against the bike, ecstasy flowing through my veins like a drug.

He was ruining me in the best way imaginable.

“Nic…” My breaths came out faster and shallower. The promised release built as I whimpered and rocked, and I feared for a brief moment that I might tip the entire bike over.

Then suddenly, my world exploded.

I cried out as I climaxed, squeezing my thighs against him, my back arching off the bike. My body shuddered with each pleasurable wave crashing through me.

When I finally slumped back against the bike, panting heavily, Dominic released my hands and slid his fingers out. His gaze was still fixed on mine as he raised his hand to his mouth and licked the fingers that were inside me as if devouring his favorite meal.

The move was so erotic and nothing I’d ever expected to enjoy watching. I was sure it had a lot to do with the man doing it. Even though I’d just orgasmed, my body throbbed with the need for more.

He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. “You are unbelievable.”

“Me?” Chuckling, I ran my fingers through his dark hair. The strands were as silky as I expected. “You did all the work.”

He kissed his way up my neck to my jaw. “Very few women let themselves go the way you just did.”

Heat rose in my cheeks, and my fingers stilled in his hair. “What do you mean?”

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