Chapter 1041
Chapter 1041:
My blush deepened instantly at his words. Embarrassed and annoyed, I glared at him fiercely.
“Can’t you be serious for once? Stop talking nonsense!”
Makenna’s POV:
Bryan’s teasing remarks still lingered in the air when Dominic’s lips curved into a sly, playful grin. He shifted slightly, his eyes locking with mine, carrying a spark of mischief and something more suggestive.
“Bryan’s got a point,” he drawled, his tone laced with a flirtatious edge.
Before I could process the warmth creeping up my cheeks, the two of them moved in unison, flanking me on either side and pinning me gently between their presence.
I squirmed, ready to protest, but Dominic reached for a glass of red wine on the table. With a tilt of his wrist, the deep ruby liquid spilled over the edge, dripping onto my chest.
A shiver raced through me, the cool sensation mixing with a strange heat as my skin flushed furiously. Dominic leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear, stirring the strands of my hair as he murmured, “Nothing complements beauty quite like red wine.”
My head dipped as I grew flustered, my pulse hammering wildly in my chest. Then, in one swift motion, he tugged at my clothing, peeling it away, and poured more of the chilled wine over my bare skin.
It flowed in smooth rivulets across my chest, sending tingles racing through me. Dominic smirked, clearly delighted with the scene he had created.
“Hmm, I wonder what the wine tastes like when sampled this way?” he mused, his gaze darkening with intent as he cast the empty glass aside.
It shattered against the floor with a sharp crash, and he dipped his head, his tongue tracing the trails of wine across my skin. The soft, deliberate sounds he made only deepened my blush, my heart pounding faster with every flick.
g𝒶𝗅𝑛0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺; 𝒶𝒿𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓮 𝑛𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒸𝓱𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈
“No… no… ah…” I writhed faintly, but my nipples betrayed me, hardening under Dominic’s teasing.
Suddenly, another splash of cold liquid hit my shoulders and cascaded down my back.
Before I could glance behind me, Clayton and Bryan closed in.
Clayton’s lips found my collarbone, following the wine’s path with gentle, lingering licks, while Bryan ventured lower, his tongue sweeping along my spine, inching toward my lower back. Tremors shook me as the realization hit, and I tried to push them away—but Dominic caught my wrist, his eyes glinting with amusement.
“The wine’s exquisite…” he said, his voice low and teasing.
Then, with effortless strength, he hoisted me onto the dining table, parting my thighs as he settled between them. My breath hitched as my labium opened to him, glistening and vulnerable. Dominic gripped my legs, drawing closer, his tongue brushing lightly against me. The moment it grazed my sensitive skin, a jolt shot through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from clutching his head.
“But your taste is even more delicious than the wine…” he said, peering up with a devilish grin.
He dove back in, his tongue exploring deeper, sending waves of tingling heat through me. I gasped, overwhelmed, the sensation teetering between torment and bliss.
“Stop with the teasing. Please!” I pleaded, breathless and desperate.
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