Chapter 163: Chapter 163 Morning After
Elara
This bastard was absolutely wicked!
After pushing things this far, he deliberately paused. Just to make me walk willingly into the trap of desire he’d set.
"Fine, then we won’t do it," I said, pushing against his chest.
Dominic leaned in immediately, chuckling low in his throat. "See? You’re the one who’s eager."
His gaze fixed on my lips, still wet from his kisses. "Then we’ll do it."
His strong arms swept me up effortlessly. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bed.
The silk nightgown rode up my thighs as he positioned me beneath him.
"Dominic..." My voice came out breathless.
His hand slid up my inner thigh, fingers hooking into the delicate fabric of my panties.
But instead of removing them, he pressed his hardness against me through the thin barrier.
The friction made me gasp. Heat pooled low in my belly as he rocked against me, the layers of fabric between us creating an agonizing, teasing sensation.
His other hand found my breast through the silk, kneading gently at first, then with increasing pressure. His thumb circled my nipple until it peaked beneath the fabric.
"You’re already so responsive," he murmured against my neck, his breath hot on my skin.
The grinding continued, building an unbearable tension. My hips moved of their own accord, seeking more pressure, more friction—anything to ease the mounting ache.
"Please..." I didn’t even recognize my own voice, breathy and desperate. "Stop teasing me."
"Tell me what you want, Elara." His voice was rough with restraint.
"I want... I need you to—" My face burned. "Just do it already!"
Dominic’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. Finally, he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down.
But the moment he positioned himself and began to push inside, sharp pain made me cry out.
"Wait, wait—it hurts!"
He froze immediately, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back. "Breathe, love. Just breathe."
His hand moved between us, fingers finding that sensitive spot that made my breath hitch. He worked me gently, patiently, until the pain began to melt into pleasure once more.
Wave after wave of sensation built inside me.
My back arched as the tension coiled tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. I cried out, my body trembling beneath him.
"That’s it," he whispered against my lips. "So beautiful when you come undone for me."
While I was still floating in the aftermath, he entered me in one smooth thrust.
This time, my body welcomed him, the lingering pleasure easing his way.
The world went dark. I bit my lip and closed my eyes as the night stretched endlessly.
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If not for my biological clock, I would have slept until afternoon.
I forced myself out of bed despite my aching muscles. Dominic’s side was already empty and cold.
Eight o’clock.
I’d only gotten five hours of sleep.
Last night, I’d gone to bed at ten. He hadn’t let me rest until three in the morning.
In one night alone, and it was only Monday, he’d nearly used up his week’s allowance.
Only one time left!
I’d never known Dominic could be so... demanding.
At least the marks he’d left could be hidden with clothing.
I rushed through washing up and applying makeup, then came out of the bedroom to the smell of food.
Dominic stood shirtless in the kitchen, wearing only an apron. "You’re awake. I made you a sandwich and a soft-boiled egg. Is that okay?"
I turned my face away, still able to see the scratches my nails had left on his back.
"Could you please put on a shirt?"
He stayed calm. "Oh, you were holding onto me so tightly last night, I thought you enjoyed looking at my muscles. That’s why I didn’t bother getting dressed. To give you something nice to look at."
He paused. "You don’t like it?"
My head dropped so low I might as well have been staring at the floor. This shameless man was driving me crazy.
"No, I don’t like it, okay?" I snapped.
But Dominic moved closer, so close that his warm breath touched mine. "Last night you said you liked it. Changed your mind so quickly?"
I shot upright and took a large step backward. "You eat it yourself. I’m going to work!"
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Driving to the office, I gradually calmed down.
The familiar routine of traffic and radio helped ground me. This was still my life. I was still me. Last night was just... one night.
I told myself it was just being new to this.
Once I got used to it, I wouldn’t be so easily embarrassed or turn red so easily.
But even as I told myself that, I couldn’t shake the memory of how good it had felt. How right it had seemed in the moment.
I’d barely entered my office when my secretary came in carrying a lunch bag. "Elara, your husband sent this over. He said you hadn’t eaten breakfast yet and wanted us to remind you to eat."
My stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, reminding me that I’d fled before eating anything.
"When did he send this?"
The secretary smiled slightly. "Just now, I think. Someone from your house delivered it, but he specifically said it was your husband’s idea!"
Of course he had. Even when I ran away, he was still taking care of me. The thought made something warm and complicated flutter in my chest.
"Hehe, Elara, your husband is so sweet! Got any marriage advice you could share?"
If only she knew what kind of ’marriage’ this really was. Though after last night, I wasn’t even sure myself anymore.
"No." I pressed my lips together. "Thank you. You can get back to work."
As soon as she left, I opened the bag. Inside was the sandwich he’d made, still warm, along with a thermos of coffee and a small note in his handwriting: "Eat. You’ll need your energy. - D"
My face burned again. That shameless, thoughtful, impossible man.
