Unconditional by D.M. Mortier Page A

wedged against her. With the newfound leverage, she glided her clit from the veined bottom to the smooth, broad tip, over and over again. He suddenly grabbed her hips to stop her frantic movement.
    “Slow down, baby,” he admonished softly.
    He held her hair, threading his fingers through the silky length. He inhaled its scent and buried his nose in the soft, dark strands. “I got you.”
    She whimpered in frustration. She couldn’t seem to satisfy the piercing need that gripped her, and Dominic’s slow seduction was only exacerbating the problem. The man was determined to torture her. Skillful fingers trailed a torturous path over her sensitive skin, leaving exquisite pleasure in their wake. Nothing escaped his torment, not her swollen breasts, the slight slope of her stomach, or the soft, round cheeks of her ass.
    Dom caressed her slowly and gently with his hands, and then more thoroughly with his mouth. With dexterous lips and teeth, he paid homage to her aching nipples, sucking and gently biting the hard tips. She moaned in agitation. Her fingers tunneled through his hair as his lips caressed her stomach and then moved lower to her hips. Her core was drenched, pulsing with need.
    He tenderly held her legs apart as his tongue found her warm, wet center. She first tried to resist the intensely intimate assault, but his persistence and the skillful application of his tongue soon rendered her beyond thought. She was soon begging for more, allowing him access to do whatever he wanted. With her hard clit held gently between his teeth and his fingers buried deep in her, gliding in and out, she moaned helplessly in distress.
    Stabbing sensations flooded her nerve endings and pushed her beyond reality. His relentless seduction made her shatter violently. She sobbed in fulfillment at the stunning, exquisite release.
    He slowly covered her damp body with his large frame and kissed her until the tremors from her release lessened. The taste of herself on his lips heightened and jarred her desire further. She barely registered the brief pain that accompanied his steely length as he thrust deep within her center.
    Growling in approval as he held her hips tightly against him, he sank to the root into her molten heat. He remained perfectly still while she adjusted to bruising invasion. His kiss became more sensual as his tongue probed her mouth, exploring and imitating the slow glide of his cock as he slid out and then plunged back into her, again and again. His breathing became laborious as he repeatedly drove into her in an enthralling, ardent rhythm.
    Rinah whimpered helplessly, completely consumed by what he was eliciting from her. Every touch, every thrust of his hips, everything about him made her senses reel, and heightened her desire. His musky scent, his hot, damp skin, and the smooth contours of his muscles as he clutched her against him intensified her need for him. His tenderness now was in such direct contrast to his usual rough, harsh demeanor. She was captivated by this side of him.
    The release she’d felt moments ago had not prepared her for this raw and primitive assault on her senses. She cried out with a, long piercing scream on the shattering release that utterly overwhelmed and incinerated her. Her entire body shook and tears leaked from her eyes at the perfection and the intensity of her orgasm.
    Dom’s own long, guttural growl of satisfaction soon followed as he thrust twice more, deep into her quivering core. His fierce release sent her hurtling again into a sensual abyss, sparking renewed, violent tremors through her. Exhausted from the avalanche of emotions, she lost awareness.
    She woke a few moments later to find him gingerly removing his weight from her. Sliding to her side, he pulled her against him and held her gently. She looked around the room at the carnage their passion had wrought, and then looked back at him to see him grinning devilishly at her. She blushed and ducked her head in