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    Involuntary sounds escaped my lips, falling in harmony with Dominic’s measured rhythm, each powerful thrust drawing forth a fresh surge of warmth from deep inside me. My breathless gasps only fueled his passion, his movements bing more profound, more consuming.


    His impressive length disappearedpletely within my weing embrace, the divine sensation causing his eyes to darken with primal satisfaction as his tempo increased. Inside the car, the air grew thick with heat. With nowhere to extend my limbs in the confined space, I could only arch my back like a taut bow, epting Dominic’s relentless devotion.


    My most sensitive flesh stretched to amodate him again and again, creating a delicious contradiction of tenderness andpletion. The evidence of our passion was disced by his powerful movements, his magnificent length driving into me with a steady,manding rhythm.


    My delicate skin flushed crimson from our connection, and the sound of Dominic’s body meeting mine filled the space, sending our mingled essence streaming in rivulets. Our clothing had be saturated, with Dominic’s trousers now bearing the glistening mark of our shared desire.


    My cheeks burned with both passion and vulnerability as my legs instinctively encircled his waist, drawing him deeper still. My lips parted in a silent expression of ecstasy, my tongue briefly visible as I fought for shallow breaths.


    At some point during our passionate encounter, Dominic had expertly freed my clothing, causing my breasts to spill free. He seized the opportunity without hesitation, dipping his head to capture one with his eager mouth.


    His scorching tongue danced across the hypersensitive peak,vishing attention on the delicate flesh as though savoring a rare delicacy. He alternated between gentle nibbles andnguid strokes, between feather-light teasing and demanding pressure—a sublime torture that left me suspended between agony and bliss.


    The moment his teeth grazed my sensitive flesh, my body tensed instantly, a breathless cry escaping my lips as tremors wracked my frame. My inner muscles clenched reflexively around his hardened length.


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    “Ah, ah, ah!” I cried out, my body gripping him tighter, drawing him deeper into my core.


    Dominic yfully patted my hip, his voice rich with desire as he whispered against my ear, “Craving my touch this badly? So tight. You’re about to make me lose all control—rx a little.”


    I shot him a shy re, my cheeks burning. Soon after, Dominic’s strong hands gripped my waist, his powerful thrusts building with passionate intensity.


    Our fervent dance carried us both higher, driving us relentlessly toward the peak of ecstasy.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The night had deepened into a velvet cloak of silence by the time I returned to the mayor’s estate, the world holding its breath around me. Dominic emerged from the car with fluid grace, extending his hand as he opened my door.


    “Let me walk you in,” he offered, his voice a gentle caress against the stillness.


    “There’s no need,” I declined firmly, my voice leaving no room for argument. “You’re too conspicuous, and it might reveal my identity.”


    With that final word hanging between us, I turned away.


    After a few paces, something pulled at me like an invisible thread. I nced back to find Dominic’s gaze following my retreat, his expression unreadable in the shadows.


    “Prince Dominic,” I called back, my voice carrying a sharp edge of warning, “you must not reveal my identity. It’s of utmost importance!”


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