“Be still, Dominicmanded softly. His free hand rested on my hip, holding me in ce. The contrast between the feather’s gentle touch and his firm grip created a delicious tension.
I heard him move away briefly, then return to the bed. Something cold pressed against my neck, making me jerk in surprise. Ice. The cube slid down my throat, leaving a trail of cold moisture that quickly warmed against my flushed skin. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
Open your eyes,” he said. “I want to see you.”
I obeyed, finding him watching me with heated intensity. He held another ice cube between his fingers, bringing it to my lips. I parted them instinctively, and he traced the outline of my mouth with the melting ice before slipping it inside. The cold sensation against my tongue contrasted sharply with the heat building within me.
“Your dress,” he said, “is in the way.” His fingers found the zipper at my back, slowly pulling it down. The sound. seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room. He peeled the fabric away, exposing my skin inch by inch to the cool air. Once the dress was removed, his eyes traveled over my body, d now only in matching ck underwear.
The feather returned, this time tracing along the edge of my bra, dipping beneath the fabric to tease the sensitive skin beneath. My breathing quickened, chest rising and falling rapidly. When the feather traced along my ribs, I couldn’t help the smallugh that escaped me.
“Ticklish?” Dominic asked, a smile in his voice. Before I could answer, he reced the feather with his mouth, pressing hot, open–mouthed kisses along the same path the feather had taken. The sudden change from tickling to pleasure made me gasp, arching up against him.
He alternated between the feather, ice, and his mouth, creating a symphony of sensations that left me breathless and trembling. When he removed my underwear, the feather traced along the insides of my thighs, making me squirm and pull against the restraints. The ice followed, cold trails that made my muscles tense and release.
“Dominic, I breathed, my voice pleading. My skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive and responsive to his
touch.
‘Patience,‘ he murmured against my hip bone. “We’re just getting started.” <i>His </i>breath was hot against my cool, damp
skin.
He retrieved another ice cube, cing it in his mouth before kissing a trail up my inner thigh. The dual sensation of his hot mouth and the cold ice was overwhelming. I cried out, unable to contain the sound as he moved higher.
“No one, he murmured between kisses, “could ever rece you.” The words were punctuated by a gentle nip that made me cry out. “No one else smells like you.” Another kiss, higher. “Tastes like you.” Higher still. “Responds to me like you do.”
My body tensed, back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through me, I pulled against the restraints, desperate to touch him, to ground myself. My vision blurred, his name falling from my lips over and over.
<b>20:38 </b>
<b>Sep </b>
As Iy catching my breath, he untied my hands, massaging my wrists gently before gathering me against his chest. His heartbeat was strong and steady beneath my ear, his arms secure around me. My limbs felt heavy, boneless, as the tension drained from my body.
“I will not make Elizabeth my mate,” he said into the darkness, his voice quiet but firm. His fingers traced patterns on my bare shoulder. “That is not negotiable.”
It wasn’t a deration of eternal love. It wasn’t even a promise that he would choose me in the end. But for tonight. it was enough. I curled closer into his warmth, letting the rhythm of <i>his </i>breathing lull me toward sleep, pushing thoughts of the future away for another day.
In the moments before consciousness slipped away, I felt his lips press against my forehead, and his voice, so soft I might have imagined it: “You are not temporary, little doe. Not to me.”
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