Free Dominic: Her Warlock Protector Book 1 by Hazel Hunter

then she held still as he parted her folds. He sunk one finger deep inside her. He thrust into her with it, back and forth until she was rocking with him. Then he added another finger, and another. When she was sighing with each stroke, he drew them back.
    “Dominic, Dominic, please, do you want me to beg?” she panted.  
    She felt that she was beyond embarrassment or shame now. Instead, she was simply a creature of fire and need. She would have done anything to make him give her what she wanted.
    “I will at some point,” he promised her. “And sometime soon, I'll beg you as well. But right now, sweetheart, that's all I'm going to ask of you.”
    Tenderly, he pulled her dress over her head. Then he removed her bra and her panties as well. Now she was as naked as he was, and he pushed her back into place, on her hands and knees, him behind her. She was more open to him than she had ever been to a human before, and there was a deep peace that came over her at that.  
    For a long moment, he only looked at her, and she wondered if he was going to start teasing her again. A part of her relished the idea, while another part entirely thought it would kill her. She heard him stir behind her, and she looked back in time to see him slide a condom over his cock.  
    “I wish...” he started, but then he shook his head. “You're beautiful,” he said instead, and he knelt behind her.  
    She felt the blunt tip of his cock at her entrance, and when he surged forward, she pushed back. She wanted to take in all of him. She wanted to feel him over her. His hands on her hips tightened when he felt what she was doing, and his ragged breath told her he was riding a rough edge. He didn't say anything, but then she moved on her own, easing forward and then pressing herself back. He groaned loudly, and his fingers combed through her dark hair.
    “I can't hold back if you do that,” he panted, and now it was her turn to laugh.
    “Then don't,” she said, and it was like a dam broke.
    One hand tightened in her hair, and the other wrapped around the curve of her hip. She might have a bruise there the next day, but she could not make herself care even a little.  
    The last time they had been together, he took his time, but now there was nothing of that in him. He thrust into her hard, again and again, and his grip on her body kept her still. She was a possession in his hands, but she was also a treasure. The force of his body against hers made her feel small, and as she glanced out the window, she could see the dark storm rolling in.
    Dominic was relentless, but he refused to leave her behind as he took his pleasure. He settled down to a brutal rhythm, releasing her hair, but that hand found its way between her legs. He had no more mercy on her clit than he had had on any other part of her. He was so rough, and yet she knew, she knew, that if she needed him to stop he would. There was no question her mind of that, and that gave her the freedom she needed to give herself up to him and the sensations that he was making her feel.  
    Fire washed over her body, bright and burning hot, and she knew she was calling his name. She knew she was writhing against him and begging for more. But none of it mattered as long they both got what they needed. Distantly she was aware that he was shouting too, that he was asking her for something. He sounded as desperate as she was, and finally, her entire body shaking, she felt herself reach for that peak…only to have his hand still.
    “Dominic, what…what are you doing?”  
    “Making you want it,” was his response.
    His fingers were back again, more intense than ever, circling her clit as he drove into her. She would have protested, but she wanted that peak of pleasure again, that wonderful place where there was nothing but the two of them and the magic that their bodies could make together. She reached for it, his rhythm strong, steady and true. And then he paused again.
    “Dominic!” His only