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My head dropped to his shoulder, fingers trembling as I reached down between us, determined to undo the damn zipper of his jeans. The breath between us felt too hot, too loud. His hands gripped my waist tighter, holding me steady as I fumbled, the pressure of his touch sending sparks through me.

“You quitting already?” Dominic’s voice broke through the silence, low and teasing. Too smug. Always too smug.

“Shut up,” I muttered, my voice shaking far more than I liked. I tugged harder at the zipper, but it wouldn’t give, the fabric taut against him—too taut. Each time I struggled, his shoulders shook, and I could feel his quiet laugh rumbling under my fingertips.

“Need help?”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I hissed, darting an annoyed glare up at him.

His grin widened, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “I’d be lying if I said no.”

“You’re the absolute worst,” I shot back. I yanked harder—hard enough that the zipper finally gave way with a sharp noise that seemed to echo between us.

And that’s when I stilled.

My breath caught, heat creeping up my neck and into my cheeks as my gaze dropped. His jeans loosened, and his member sprang free, thick, hard, and unashamedly pressing against me. My mouth fell open slightly.

Dominic didn’t even try to hide his amusement. “You’re staring,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

“Shut up,” I whispered, breathless.

He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “You act like you haven’t seen this before.”

“You talk too much,” I snapped, though the words trembled as they left my lips. I leaned in, my mouth hovering over his, desperate to shift the focus.

“And yet, here you are,” he murmured, voice dark as his hands flexed against my waist, the grip unrelenting. He lifted me suddenly, drawing a gasp from my throat as I clutched his shoulders.

“Dominic,” I said, more breath than word.

He didn’t answer, his hands guiding me effortlessly, positioning me where he wanted. My thighs trembled on either side of him as he lowered me onto him, my body tensing instinctively before giving way. I gasped, my forehead dropping to his as he pressed into me—slow, deliberate, stretching me inch by inch.

A low groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating through me. His grip on my waist was like iron, anchoring me to him as my body adjusted to the overwhelming sensation.

“God, Ellie,” he rasped, his voice rough, raw.

I shuddered, my arms sliding around his neck, pulling myself closer as my breath left me in uneven gasps. The bed creaked beneath us, slow and deliberate at first, the sound matching the rhythm he set as he shifted me against him.

“You’re impossible,” I managed to whisper, even as heat pooled low in my stomach, my body betraying me.

“And yet,” he murmured, his forehead still pressed to mine, “you’re still here.”

He pulled me flush against him, burying himself deeper, and I couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. His mouth twitched into a smirk, his eyes dark with something possessive.

“Your words say no,” he whispered, his breath hot against my lips, “but your body says otherwise.”

“Shut up,” I groaned, hating how weak my voice sounded when I was trying so hard to keep some control.

He chuckled, low and rough, the sound sending another tremor through me as his hands tightened on my hips, guiding me as I started to move. Slowly at first—tentative—but the creaking of the bed grew louder, matching the urgency of the heat building between us.

My fingers curled into his shirt, knuckles white as I tried to keep up, my breaths quick and uneven.

“Can’t concentrate, can you?” Dominic teased, though his voice was thick with need now, his words punctuated by the occasional grunt.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I shot back, though the insult was weakened by the moan that followed as he pulled me down harder against him.

His forehead pressed against mine again, and I felt his breath shudder out, his voice dark and heavy. “I like you like this.”

I froze for a moment, chest heaving as I stared at him. His expression had softened just slightly, something tender beneath the hunger in his eyes.

“Dominic…” I whispered.

“I mean it,” he said quietly, holding me there like he didn’t want to let go. “Even if you’re crazy, Ellie—I’d still want you. Just like this.”

My heart squeezed at his words, something breaking apart inside me. Before I could respond, he leaned up and kissed me—hard, fierce, the kind of kiss that pulled me under completely. I matched him, my movements frantic as I ground against him, heat spiraling out of control as the creaks of the bed grew faster, louder, matching the desperate rhythm of our bodies.

“God, Dominic,” I whispered against his mouth, my words barely audible between our ragged breaths.

He broke away, his lips grazing my neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there as his hands anchored me in place, guiding me faster.

“We can’t…” I tried to argue, but the words came out in stuttered breaths, punctuated by soft moans that betrayed me.

“You keep saying that,” he muttered against my skin, his voice deep and rough, “but you don’t mean it.”

I couldn’t argue—not when I was already too far gone, too lost in the way he felt, the way he moved, the way his hands held me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

I clung to him, my body trembling as he buried his face against my neck, our breaths mingling, the bed creaking beneath us in a rhythm I couldn’t escape anymore.

My fingers curled tighter into his shirt, my knuckles white as I tried to steady myself. My body trembled as Dominic guided me against him, his hands like iron on my hips, unrelenting and sure. He slid deeper inside me, the stretch burning in the most intoxicating way, pulling a sharp gasp from my lips.

“Dominic—” I managed, my voice a broken whisper.

He groaned softly, low and rough, his forehead still pressed to mine as he held me there for just a moment longer, like he wanted me to feel every inch of him. “God, Ellie,” he murmured, his voice a breathless rasp that sent a shiver through me.

I tried to form words, to say something, but all I managed was a shaky exhale as heat coiled low in my stomach. I shifted slightly, my thighs tightening on either side of him, and the friction sent pleasure ripping through me so suddenly I let out an involuntary moan. The sound echoed between us, making his grip on me tighten.

“You’re shaking,” Dominic teased, his voice thick and uneven, though the smirk on his lips still remained.

“I’m fine,” I lied, though my voice trembled with each word.

His hands guided me again, rolling my hips against him, and the sensation was so overwhelming I couldn’t stop the soft cry that escaped me. My head fell back, and I grabbed at his shoulders for some kind of anchor, though it did nothing to steady me. The bed creaked beneath us, slow and rhythmic at first, a steady reminder of the way he filled me completely.

Dominic’s breath came heavier now, matching mine. “You’re not fine,” he murmured, his words broken by a quiet groan as I rocked against him. “You’re falling apart, Ellie.”

“Shut… up,” I managed, though it didn’t sound nearly as threatening as I wanted it to.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me, and I felt the last of my control shatter. I moved faster now, unable to stop myself, the creaking of the bed growing louder, sharper, as I rode him, chasing the tension building deep inside me.

“Come on, Ellie,” Dominic growled, his voice raw as his fingers dug into my hips, pulling me harder against him. “I want you to cum for me—scream my name when you do.”

“Dominic…” I tried to glare at him, to say something sharp, but my body betrayed me. I could only let out another gasp, my breath catching as I felt him deep inside me, his hands pulling me down to meet every thrust.

“You’re—so—” I tried to speak, but each word was punctuated by a moan, higher and more desperate than the last.

“You can insult me all you want,” he grunted, his breath hot against my skin, “but I’m still going to make you cum, Ellie. I need to.”

“You’re—” I panted, trying to muster some kind of insult, but when he rolled his hips upward, grinding against the spot that made my vision blur, all that escaped was a sharp cry.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice gruff, filled with need. “I need to fuck the attitude out of you. God, Ellie, you feel so damn good.”

“Dominic,” I gasped, clutching his shoulders as I tried to hold myself together. My thighs trembled, my body burning as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside me.

“Say my name,” he growled again, his fingers sinking into the flesh of my hips, almost hard enough to bruise. “I want to hear you scream it when you cum.”

I was too far gone to fight him, the words tumbling out of me as my body arched against his. “Dominic—” I cried, the sound breaking as the pleasure finally crashed over me like a tidal wave. I clenched around him, my thighs trembling uncontrollably as I screamed his name, just like he wanted.

His groan followed immediately, low and guttural, his movements growing erratic as he held me tightly, grinding me against him as he reached his own release. “Ellie,” he rasped, his voice breaking as his hands flexed against me, pulling me down to him as he came, the tension leaving his body in waves.

The bed creaked one final time before the room fell quiet, save for the sound of our ragged breaths. I slumped against him, my head dropping to his shoulder, every muscle in my body trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

Dominic’s arms loosened slightly, his breath hot against my ear as he murmured softly, “Told you.”

I let out a shaky breath, still trying to catch my bearings. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet you’re still here,” he teased, his voice rough but softer now, his hands tracing lazy circles against my back.

I didn’t have the energy to argue, my face still buried against his shoulder as I muttered, “You’re lucky I’m too tired to punch you.”

His chest rumbled with laughter, and he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Don’t.”

But my words lacked the bite they should have. Instead, I melted into him, my body still tingling as I let the quiet settle around us.