Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114

CELESTE

The balcony was cool against my skin but Dominic’s mouth was fire, his tongue pushing past my lips, his hands pulling me into him like he wanted to absorb me through his clothes. I had already gotten carried away, already lost myself in the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he kissed me like he was starving and I was the only meal in sight.

“Celeste!”

I heard Julian’s voice again, sharp and desperate, but I still did not react. I let Dominic’s tongue slide against mine a little longer, let his fingers dig into my waist a little deeper, let myself have those extra seconds of him before the world came crashing in.

When our lips finally parted, I turned my head.

From the corner of my eye I saw Julian standing by the gate, his face twisted, his hands balled into fists at his sides. But he was not alone. Seraphine stood right beside him, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open like she had just walked into a room and found a ghost. She looked frozen, too shocked to even form words, tears already beginning to pool in her eyes.

I looked at Dominic and smiled.

He scooped me into his arms like I weighed nothing at all, like none of this was happening, like Julian and Seraphine did not exist. He carried me back into the room, my dress riding up, my arms looped around his neck, and he set me down gently beside the bed. Then he turned and locked the balcony doors, the click of the latch sharp and final.

Through the glass I watched Julian try to force his way past the guards. They put on a good show, holding him back, pushing him away, pretending like they were really trying to stop him. Julian shoved one of them, his voice muffled through the glass but still audible, still raw with rage. Seraphine just stood there, rooted to the spot, tears now rolling down her cheeks in thick, silent streams.

Dominic pulled the blinds closed.

Then he turned to me and his eyes were dark, hungry, focused entirely on me. He crossed the room in three strides and his mouth found mine again, hotter this time, more urgent. His hands went to the zipper of my dress and pulled it down, the fabric loosening around my body, and I shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of red.

He stepped back, undoing his buttons one by one, his eyes never leaving mine. His shirt hit the floor. His belt came undone with a soft jingle. His pants dropped and he stepped out of them, kicking off his shoes, and then he stood before me in nothing but his boxers, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric, thick and hard and eager.

I reached for the clasp of my bra and let it fall. My panties followed, sliding down my thighs, and I stepped out of them, naked in front of him, my skin tingling under his gaze.

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He crossed the distance between us and his hands found my breasts, cupping them, squeezing them gently, his thumbs brushing across my nipples until they stiffened into hard peaks. He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly, his tongue circling the sensitive tip, and I gasped, my fingers threading through his hair.

He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention, sucking and licking and teasing until I was panting, until my knees felt weak, until I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. He pulled away, his lips glistening, and he guided me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed.

I laid back on the mattress, the sheets cool against my bare skin, and I watched him climb over me. He planted himself between my legs, his body hovering over mine, and I felt his cock brush against my thigh, hard and hot, the tip slick with pre-cum, the head swollen and ready.

He reached forward and grabbed both my breasts, squeezing them together, his thumbs circling my nipples before he lowered his mouth to them again. He sucked one nipple, then the other, then moved lower, his lips trailing down my stomach, past my navel, until his face was between my thighs.

He parted my legs further, spreading me open, and I felt his breath against my pussy, warm and teasing. Then his tongue touched me, flat and wet, sliding up my slit from bottom to top, collecting my wetness, tasting me. He circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, slow and deliberate, and I bucked against his

mouth, a moan escaping my lips.

I grabbed the sheets, my back arching, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He licked me like he was

savoring something rare and precious, his tongue diving into my pussy, fucking me with it, tasting me

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