Chapter 1248
Chapter 1248:
Then his hand closed over mine, dragging it down—down to where he was rock-hard, burning through his clothes.
My fingers curled around his dick instinctively, stroking, the heat of him searing my skin. We had done this before, but now the thrill was different—sharper, like a live wire sparking straight to my core. My thighs trembled, my pulse roared between my legs, already aching, already wet.
My breath caught, my legs weakening, my lips parting in a dry, soundless gasp. Dominic’s eyes flicked up, catching the blush on my cheeks. A sly glint flickered in his expression. His right hand moved lower, slipping beneath my clothes, fingers finding my dripping wet vagina.
I shivered. My body responded immediately, tightening around his fingers, welcoming them deeper.
“Mm…”
The sound slipped from his throat—low, strained, involuntary. It sent heat racing down my spine. I gripped him more firmly, my strokes mirroring the rhythm of his fingers moving inside me, our bodies locked in a slow, maddening tempo.
Our breaths mingled. Time blurred. The sterile air of the empty ward felt suddenly thick, humid with desire.
He withdrew his fingers slowly, dragging a whimper from me, then lifted me once again, pressing my back to the wall closest to Alden’s room. In the next breath, he lifted my skirt, and I felt the blunt heat of his penis poised at my entrance.
Clarity returned like a splash of cold water, and I belatedly cried out,
“Don’t… If Alden heard us, I’d be extremely embarrassed.”
Dominic stilled but didn’t retreat. He let out a quiet, dangerous chuckle, his breath ghosting over my ear.
“A little late for second thoughts, don’t you think?”
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He didn’t thrust. Not yet. Instead, one hand braced my back against the wall while the other delivered two light smacks to my backside—more teasing than punishing. Then, slowly, deliberately, his fingers returned to my pulsing vagina, sliding in and out.
“Don’t?” he murmured. “Makenna… your body’s telling me something else entirely.”
And it was. When he withdrew his fingers again, my vagina clenched instinctively, my body aching from the absence, craving something thicker, deeper—craving all of him inside me.
I bit my lip, the words escaping in a whisper.
“Alden is right next door…”
Dominic answered with his body, his hips pressing forward, the blunt heat of him rubbing against my entrance. A slow, deliberate push, and he was inside.
“Don’t worry about him.”
His voice was rough as gravel, fingers tightening around my breast as he sheathed himself deeper, inch by inch. A tease of friction—out, then in—stretching me with torturous patience. The initial sting melted into liquid warmth, my nerves sparking under the drag of his cock.
Tremors wracked me, pleasure coiling tighter with every thrust. Then—a sharp gasp ripped from my throat as his hand clamped harder on my breast, his hips driving deeper.
“Ah! Mm…” I couldn’t help it.
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