Chapter 1341
Chapter 1341:
“Ahh…” Dominic sighed deeply.
I buried my face in his neck, my hot breath misting his skin, followed by an uncontrollable moan.
With more than half of his length already inside, he grasped my buttocks and drove deeper.
Soon, I couldn’t suppress a low gasp.
“Makenna, I miss you so much.” Dominic’s voice, low and hoarse, reached my ears. A deep sadness clung to his words. “Have you truly forgotten everything about me?”
“Yes, I have… I don’t remember you,” I replied, twisting my hips, moving against him.
His dissatisfaction with my answer was palpable. He suddenly arched his hips, burying himself completely inside me.
I arched my neck, a clear, sweet cry escaping my lips.
He moved in and out of me swiftly, the sounds shifting with each thrust. His form was a blur, a shadow against the air.
“Makenna, you might not remember me, but surely you recall this? It always made you happy. Do you remember it now? Do you still remember the joy I brought you?”
His words sent a flush of embarrassment to my cheeks, and I averted my gaze, unwilling to meet his eyes.
He held my waist tightly, his movements steady and relentless, but soon he seemed dissatisfied with the position. He lifted me, one hand cradling my hips and thighs, the other supporting my lower back, guiding me to lean against the broad expanse of his hand.
Hovering in midair, a thrill of fear shot through me. I clung to Dominic’s neck with my arms, my legs instinctively tightening around his waist. The new angle allowed him a full view of my body. He stared at my face with his intense eyes, his movements unyielding, making me tremble. Then, his gaze dropped to my chest.
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His eyes immediately burned with fury as he saw the kiss mark Jett had left there. He thrust deep, grinding hard against me, his hands gripping my body tightly.
“Damn you, Jett,” Dominic cursed.
The sound vibrated through my ears, sending an electric jolt through my entire body.
I tried to fight my shyness, looking up at him with misty eyes. When I saw the depth of his gaze and the strong desire swirling within it, my heart skipped a beat. Embarrassed, I quickly avoided his eyes again, closing mine.
He pulled out more than halfway, then plunged even deeper.
My body trembled uncontrollably.
Then he turned me, pressing me against the wardrobe. As we collided, the sturdy cabinet door rattled with a soft, creaking sound.
He buried his head in my breasts, sucking at the kiss mark Jett had left on my body, as if trying to erase it.
It was both intensely itchy and strangely comforting. I buried my head on his shoulder and groaned.
“Dominic…”
I called out his name subconsciously, and his desire intensified even more.
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