<b>Chapter </b><b>22 </b>
Reba’s POV
Dominic carried me effortlessly to a sleek ck Maybach parked nearby. He ced me gently on the leather back seat and answered, “This,” before capturing my lips again.
His kisses grew more urgent, his hands sliding beneath my shirt to trace patterns on my skin. My body trembled under his touch, responding with a need that frightened me with its intensity. But a flicker of rationality broke through the haze of desire.
I pushed gently against his chest. “Wait… we can’t… we don’t have protection. I don’t want to get pregnant, and I don’t want to take those pills.”
Dominic’s deep blue eyes shed with a dangerous light. “You really want to stop now?<b>” </b>
I nodded firmly, despite my body screaming in protest. “Yes, I have to be rational about this.”
Without a word, Dominic reached toward the front of the car, opening the glovepartment and retrieving a box of condoms. Brand new, still sealed.
I raised an eyebrow. “So you often bring women to your car?”
There was a hint of displeasure in my voice that surprised even me. Was I… jealous?
Dominic shed that distinctly wolfish grin. “Don’t worry, little deer. I bought these specifically a few days ago… just in case I ran into you again.”
My face flushed hot. “You… nned this?”
“Not nned,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Hoped for.”
Then his mouth was on mine again, and his fingers were skillfully unbuttoning my shirt. Myst shred of rationality dissolved under his touch, and I found myself reaching for his custom dress shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
Dominic pulled off his shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso that would make marble statues envious. I couldn’t help but run my hands over the hard nes of his chest, tracing the defined muscles with trembling fingers.
He unhooked my bra with practiced ease, his hands warm and firm as they cupped my breasts.
“You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
The car’s interior felt like a cocoon, the air heavy with anticipation<b>, </b>windows fogging slightly from our shared heat. My hands shook as I reached for Dominic’s belt, the metal buckle cold against my trembling fingers. The soft clink as it came undone seemed deafening in the cramped space of the backseat, a sound that marked a point of no return.
My breath caught as I tugged the leather free, my eyes flicking to his, seeking courage. His gaze was intense, dark with want, a faint smirk curling his lips that sent a jolt through me. I fumbled with his pants‘ button, my fingers clumsy with urgency, while he watched, his steady stare making my skin.
tingle.
We shed our clothes in a frantic rush, shirts and pants pooling awkwardly on the car floor, the
leather seats creaking beneath us. My face flushed hot as I stood bare in the dim streetlight filtering through the tinted windows, feeling exposed yet alive with exhration.
Dominic’s eyes raked over me, raw and hungry, before he tore open the condom wrapper with a quick, practiced flick. I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled it onto his hard cock, his confident hands making my core clench with need. My heart raced, a wild mix of nerves and desire churning inside me–a longing so fierce it threatened to consume me.
Emboldened, I climbed onto hisp, straddling him, my knees pressing into the seat’s edges. His hands gripped my hips, steady and firm, anchoring me as I lowered myself. The moment our bodies connected, his cock sliding into me, a sharp gasp escaped me.
It felt like a puzzle piece snapping into ce, a wholeness that made my chest tighten. The sensation was electric–his warmth, his fullness, the way my body molded to him in the tight space. I rocked against him, cautious at first, then bolder, each movement sending pleasure rippling through me, amplified by the car’s confined intimacy.
“God, you’re perfect,<i>” </i>Dominic growled, his voice rough, breath hot against my neck. His words set me aze, and I moved faster, hips grinding, chasing the mounting heat. My hands braced against his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as I surrendered to the rhythm.
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