Page 37 of Untamed Billionaire's Innocent Bride

CHAPTER TEN

ITHITHER like a punch, thick and deep, setting Lauren alight from the inside out.

It made her go rigid, then shake.

But that didn’t stop Dominik.

Her husband.

He was licking into her as if he planned to go on forever. He was using the edge of his teeth, his wicked tongue and the scrape of his jaw. His shoulders kept her thighs apart, and he didn’t seem to care that her hands were buried in his hair. And tugging.

And after the first punch, there was a different, deeper fire. A kind of dancing flame she hardly knew how to name, and then there was more.

A shattering.

As if there were new ways to burn, and Dominik was intent on showing her each and every one of them.

The third time she exploded, he pulled his mouth away from her, pressing his lips against her inner thigh so she could feel him smile.

He stood, hauling her with him as he went, and then somehow they were both in the middle of a giant bed in one of the family’s suites she had never dared enter on her previous trips to Combe Manor.

He rolled over her, and Lauren realized she must have lost time somewhere, because he was naked, too. She had no memory of him stripping off his trousers.

Not that she cared.

Because she could feel him everywhere, muscled legs between her, and the heat of his skin. All that lean weight of his. The crispness of the hair that dusted his decidedly male body. His eyes were like silver, hot and indulgent at once, and he braced himself over her as she ran her hands down all the planes and ridges of his beautiful chest, the way she’d wanted to since he’d opened the door this morning.

It was finally her turn to touch him. And she was determined to touch all of him, with all the fascination she hadn’t know she held inside her. But there was no denying it as she followed her fingers wherever they wanted to go. There was no pretending it didn’t swell and dance inside her.

“I don’t understand how a man can be so beautiful,” she whispered, and if that was betraying herself the way she feared it was, she couldn’t bring herself to care about that.

Because he took her mouth then, a hard, mad claiming, and it thrilled her.

She surged against him, unable to get close enough. Unable to process each and every sensation that rolled over her, spiraled around inside her and made her want nothing more than to press every part of her against every part of him.

And she could feel it then. The hardest part of him, there between them. Velvet and steel, insistent against the soft skin of her belly.

It made her shudder all over again.

He slanted his mouth over hers, and then his hands were working magic between them. She heard the faint sound of foil, and then he settled himself between her legs as if all this time, her whole life, she had been made to hold him just like this.

Dominik had asked her if she was wet before. And now she knew what he meant in an entirely different way.

But he growled his approval as his fingers found the neediest part of her, playing with her until she bucked against him, her head thrashing back against the mattress.

He lifted her knees, then settled himself even more completely between them, so he was flush against her.

“Tell me if you don’t feel anything,” he said, his voice nearly unrecognizable, there at her ear.

“If I don’t...” she began.

But then she could feel him, there at her center.

He pressed against the resistance he found; her body protested enough to make her wince, and then it was over.

Or just beginning, really.

Because he kept pressing. In and in, and there was too much. She couldn’t name the things she felt; she could barely experience them as they happened—