Chapter 30: Daydreaming
1343 Words
Thumper POV
Everything happened so fast.
It felt good—too good—and I hadn’t planned on sleeping with Dominic. It hadn’t been a decision. It just… happened. Like stepping into a waking fantasy I didn’t realize I’d been craving until I was already inside it.
For a moment, it felt perfect.
Too perfect.
Then the voices started.
They crept in quietly at first, overlapping thoughts that didn’t feel entirely like my own. They pressed at the edges of my mind until panic surged through me, sharp and sudden. I bolted upright, the movement abrupt enough to jolt Dominic awake beside me.
He groaned softly, still half-asleep, shifting against the mattress.
I pressed my hands to my head, trying to force the noise away. My body felt strange—too warm, too sensitive, like something inside me had been stirred and didn’t know how to settle again.
Stop. Please stop.
The voices only grew louder—until suddenly one cut through them, calm and steady, resonating inside my head.
Think of quiet. Let it go. The voices will leave you alone.
I snapped my head toward Dominic, heart hammering.
He stretched lazily, muscles shifting beneath his skin, completely unaware of the storm inside me. My gaze betrayed me, tracing him without permission, and suddenly I became painfully aware of myself—of how exposed I was.
Heat rushed to my face as I yanked the sheet up, hiding my bare chest. Too late.
Dominic moved before I could say a word.
In one smooth motion, he caged me in, his arms braced on either side of my head as my back met the mattress. His eyes held me there—focused, intense, predatory in a way that made my breath hitch.
My body responded instantly, traitorously.
I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I didn’t understand why fear and desire were twisting together so tightly, or why the strange sensation humming through my veins made me ache for him all over again.
Whatever this was…
It was powerful.
And it terrified me how much I wanted him anyway.
Building my bravery to finally talk to Dominic, I stepped closer, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
But before I could get a single word out, he bent down, his strong hands framing my face, and captured my lips in a kiss that ignited every nerve in my body.
His mouth moved against mine with a fierce passion, tongue plunging deep to claim every inch, sucking and teasing until my toes curled tight under my sheets, waves of heat rushing straight to my core.
I didn't want to dwell on what had just happened—the marking, the overwhelming bond snapping into place.
No, all I could focus on was how he treated me, like I was his entire world, cherished and devoured in equal measure.
The way his touch set me on fire, making me feel alive in ways I'd never known.
Lost in the swirling desires that clouded my mind, I surrendered completely, letting him take control.
My body melted against his, pliant and eager.
Dominic's eyes darkened with hunger as he gripped my thighs, hoisting my legs up until my knees pressed against my chest, folding me open for him.
The position exposed me utterly, my p***y still slick from our earlier frenzy, aching for more.
He positioned his thick c**k at my entrance, the broad head nudging my folds apart.
With a slow, deliberate push, he slid inside, stretching me wide around his girth.
The sensation was overwhelming—his width filling me to the brink, every ridge and vein pressing against my inner walls.
I screamed out, the sound raw and desperate, as he buried himself deeper, inch by unyielding inch.
Dominic wasn't the longest I'd felt, but f**k, his thickness was a tormenting bliss, splitting me open and hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
Tears of pure ecstasy streamed down my cheeks, my body trembling under the intensity.
He showed no mercy, pulling back only to slam forward again, pounding into me like a wild beast unleashed.
His hips snapped with brutal rhythm, balls slapping against my ass, the force driving me into the mattress.
Each thrust sent shockwaves through me, my p***y clenching desperately around him, trying to accommodate the invasion.
I wouldn't complain—never to him.
With my ex-husband, I'd lied through gritted teeth, faking satisfaction to keep the peace.
But with Dominic, this was no pretense; it was the pinnacle of every forbidden daydream I'd ever harbored, a reality so vivid it blurred the line between pleasure and pain.
“f**k, bunny, you're taking me so well,” he growled, his voice rough with need, one hand pinning my legs in place while the other braced beside my head.
Sweat glistened on his skin, muscles flexing as he rutted deeper, faster, the bed creaking in protest.
My cries mingled with his grunts, the room echoing with the wet sounds of our joining, my arousal coating his shaft and dripping down my crack.
I arched as much as I could in his grip, chasing the building pressure, my c**t throbbing untouched yet swollen from the friction.
He leaned down, capturing a n****e between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make me gasp, then soothing it with his tongue.
The dual assault had me spiraling, my walls fluttering wildly around his pounding c**k.
“Come for me, Thumper—milk every drop from me,” he demanded, his thrusts turning erratic, hips grinding against my c**t with each plunge.
The command shattered me; orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my p***y spasming, squeezing him in rhythmic pulses as I wailed his name.
He followed seconds later, roaring as he flooded me with hot c*m, his girth pulsing inside, sealing our connection even deeper.
Panting, he lowered my legs gently, collapsing beside me and pulling me into his arms.
In that moment, wrapped in his warmth, I knew I'd never want to wake from this dream.
Kissing his shoulder, I let myself melt into him.
His arm curled around me instinctively, protective, warm—like he was anchoring me there on purpose. I clung to that feeling, to the steady rise and fall of his chest, because a part of me was still terrified he would pull away and tell me to leave. Terrified that I had imagined the softness. Terrified that this—him, this house, this almost-normal life—could disappear the second I relaxed.
I didn’t want to lose my first real chance at something stable.
Something safe.
And in his embrace, for a moment, I felt like maybe I wouldn’t.
Then my neck began to itch.
At first, it was faint. Easy to ignore. I shifted slightly, rubbing my skin against the sheet, but the sensation sharpened instead of fading. A memory surfaced—too vivid, too sudden.
Last night.
His mouth.
Pressure.
A strange heat that had spread through me before I could think to question it.
My breath hitched.
I pulled away from him abruptly, my heart racing as I scrambled out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me with shaking hands.
The mirror felt too close.
Too honest.
As I leaned toward it, I heard Dominic’s footsteps behind me, moving through the room. His voice followed, calm, almost gentle.
“I’ll be back soon. I have something important to take care of,” he said. “Please don’t leave the house, Bunny. Tonight… I need to show you something. Just—trust me.”
The door closed.
Silence rushed in.
That’s when I saw them.
Two puncture marks, unmistakable, nestled between my neck and shoulder. Not scratches. Not an accident. Too precise. Too deliberate.
My stomach dropped.
Cold fear crawled up my spine as I stared at my reflection, my fingers hovering just short of touching the marks.
What the f**k did he do to me?
And why hadn’t I felt afraid—until now?
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