Chapter 27

Chloe

The torrent of emotion that's raging through me is reflected in Dom's eyes—and his grip. I can feel how much he needs this, and I'm right there with him.

His fingers stroke inside me, making my arousal pool and working me into a frenzy.

Guilt over everything tries to interrupt the pleasure. I do feel terrible for leaving, but I'd finally admitted the real reason why—to myself and to Dom.

I was so scared to open myself up to anyone again. I've been hurt before.

But that's not Dom. I can see now that he would never do that to me because I'm letting myself see it.

I'm not sure what this is between us or where it will go, but I know Dom cares about me. And I need to stop running from that.

Rough strokes against that sensitive part inside me yank me out of my head and back into the bliss funneling through my body.

Then Dom's thumb toys with my clit, and I'm quickly shot into and intense orgasm. My legs tremble as I squeeze them around his hand, and I can't catch my breath.

"Dom! Fuck!"

"That's it, baby. I want it all." He kisses down my neck, his free hand going to my breast and pinching my nipple hard. "Give me everything you have."

I'm struck by the real truth behind the words. Dom doesn't want me holding back or keeping anything from him.

And I know I can't anymore.

I need to be open to this if it's going anywhere.

Looking up at him as sweat starts to dot my brow, I pull his hand over my heart. "I trust you, Dom."

His eyebrows shoot up.

"I trust you."

His lips crash into mine as the work of his dexterous fingers kicks back up again. I lose myself to it, letting him pull my body in whatever direction he wants as he steals my breath with the most thorough kisses of my life.

My core clamps down again, and Dom's pace increases. He thrusts his fingers in and out, swirling his thumb over my clit.

As he trails his mouth down to my nipple, I'm already eager for another climax, the dizzying pleasure overwhelming and not enough at the same time.

Dom's teeth tease the pebbled bud, and I arch up into him. Tiny slaps on my clit cause my pussy to clench and become even slicker with my arousal.

He pulls back enough to watch me, and I don't hold back how good this feels. I stop worrying about looking vulnerable or small.

I just enjoy.

When he dives back in, Dom isn't gentle or sweet. He thrusts three fingers inside, and my hungry mewls sound in the room.

I feel his fingers hook up, hitting my G-spot, and I hiss as the intense sensation rocks me. I need to feel him, to give as much as I'm getting, so I reach for his erection.

Stroking in time with Dom's hand, I roll my hand over his shaft, circling the head and running my thumb across the opening that's dripping precum.

Dom grunts softly, and his hips pump his dick into my fist. Reaching lower, I find his balls, gently tugging before gliding my hand back up and tightening around that blunt head.

His fingers work my G-spot harder, and my walls clench around him as he rubs across it from side to side. As it mixes with Dom's rough caress of my clit with his thumb, I buck against him.

It's perfection, but then it just gets better as he slides his fingers free, only to replace them with his cock.

"Oh, Dom!" I instinctively clench around him, and his thrusts ease the first inch into me. He pulls almost completely out and eases back in again, giving me another inch, and I relax for him. "Don't stop."

"Never, baby."

Dom swivels his hips, sinking himself as deep as possible inside me, and I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

I need him close, and it seems that Dom is right there with me. He lowers his forehead to mine as he pumps his cock in and out, a hand coming to the side of my face.

"Don't ever leave me like that again." He punctuates his sentence with a hard thrust of his hips, and I cry out.

"I won't. Never again."

Kissing me, Dom holds my face, tension coiled in his arm, and he picks up a brutal pace. I hike up my legs, wrapping them around him, allowing him to sink even deeper.

His shaft plunges into me, reaching depths it never has, his pelvic bone hitting my clit with each thrust, and the feeling is so intense, it's almost painful.

But I love every second of it. I want him to utterly claim me like this, to take everything I'm offering up.

I want to trust him to own every inch of me and not run away scared.

Dom fucks me hard and fast, the headboard slamming against the wall. I return every thrust with a push of my own, and soon, the entire universe becomes only the ecstasy I'm feeling.

Just when I think it can't get any better, Dom slides his arm beneath me and yanks me up onto his lap as he kneels back. I'm perched on his cock, and the new position drives him deeper.

"Fuck!"

Dom helps me to start up a rhythm, his hands grabbing my ass and lifting me as I ride him. The slick up and down on his erection drags across a new area of oversensitive nerves inside me.

My head falls back as the pleasure crests higher and higher. I can't imagine being any more fulfilled, but my orgasm is still on the brink, like it's holding out for everything he can deliver.

His lips find my neck as I ride him, and Dom bites down lightly on my throat. It kicks everything into that overdrive my body was waiting for, his arms wrapped around my back and locking me to him as tightly as he can.

"Dom!"

One of his hands finds my nipple and pinches as he continues to claim my neck and drive up into me. The additional sensation has my mind spinning, and my clit throbs as my impending orgasm gets closer and closer.

My hand comes down over his on my breast, and I hold his grip on the hard bud. I don't want him ever letting go.

"Oh, Christ. Dom. Fuck. I'm…"

The words are a tumbled mess as I can barely think straight enough to speak.

"Yes, baby. Come for me. Fall apart."

His teeth and tongue tease my neck again, the pressure a little higher, and it is the perfect thing to finally launch me over the edge.

I come—hard.

Every muscle in my body clamps down, particularly my walls that squeeze Dom's cock as he fucks up into me.

As the fluttering, breathtaking release claims me, I see stars. Then Dom is grunting, somehow getting harder and drawing out my climax.

Warmth spreads through me as Dom fills me up, and now I truly know what bliss means. I can feel him twitch inside me as he comes, and he squeezes me tight as he does.

Slowly, the frenzy backs off, but Dom doesn't let me go, and I don't, either.

He adjusts his legs, staying together with me until I'm sitting on his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder and listen to the sound of our breaths rushing through us in tandem.

I feel like a raw, exposed nerve, but in the best way. I'm not hiding behind my fear anymore. And, of course, there is still a lot of stuff to talk about, but damn, did this help.

"Dom, I?—"

He puts a finger to my mouth and then guides my face up to look at him.

"Let's just be in this for a second, yeah? There's tomorrow for the rest of it."

I nod, even if I'm nervous all over again to tell him about all the other threats from Ethan. Obviously, this wasn't his first move since sending me the perfume bottle.

The roses, the letters, there are so many other things I have to tell Dom about, and I will. I know I will, but I'm not looking forward to it.

When the last remnants of ragged breathing subside, Dom helps me off him. As we lay back in the bed, Dom pulling the covers over us, I snuggle into his side.

There is still work to be done between us. I can't keep Ethan's other threats to myself anymore.

I stifle a shiver as the prospect of revealing them all to Dom threatens to steal a peaceful sleep.

What on earth is he going to think? I feel like we've just reconnected, and this is going to open a freshly healed wound .

Still, that's the point of all this. I've been hiding things because I let my fear control me, and that's very much not worked in my favor.

I have no idea how he's going to take the reveal, but I just have to hope for the best.

Lies of omission still hurt, and I need to own up to that. It's going to suck. But there's no way out of it that wouldn't cost me Dom for good.

And I'm not willing to risk that anymore.

Maybe a few more details about what I saw that night will soften the blow.

I sigh, and Dom closes his eyes after turning off the lights.

I didn't keep that information from him per se, but I didn't mention it, either. I should have, but I was still trying to protect him then.

I won't do that anymore. Dom wants in on this, and I have to trust his judgment that he can handle it. I clearly can't by myself.

As exhaustion starts to pull on the edges of my consciousness, I internally smile.

Trust. Who would have thought that it would all come back to that one simple concept?

My muscles start to relax as I lie next to Dom. He feels solid and sturdy next to me.

"Thanks for getting me out of there, Dom."

"Hmm?" He turns his face toward me, his eyes shut.

"Jail."

"Uh-huh."

I giggle softly. Dom is completely not here anymore. As much as he's technically responding to my questions, he's already passed out.

Staring at him for a few moments, I look at all the ways he's changed from that guy I knew when I was young. His corded muscles and mature face—not an ounce of the teenage boy in sight.

And still so compassionate. Dom could easily be an ass, considering all the darkness he's seen.

Laying my hand on his chest where Dom's heart beats steadily, his breathing already signaling that he's asleep, I smile in the dark.

"I trust you, Dom. No more secrets. No more surprises."