Chapter 5: His for the First Time
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Elena knew the moment she made the mistake.
It wasn’t when she followed Dominic into his penthouse, too breathless to speak.
It wasn’t when the door clicked shut behind her.
It was when she turned to face him—and found the look in his eyes.
Predatory. Possessive. Inevitable.
“You shouldn’t have come up here,” he said, voice low.
“I know.”
He took a slow step toward her.
“I warned you, dolcezza,” he murmured, stalking her like a man who’d finally cornered his prey. “I told you what would happen.”
Her back hit the wall, heartbeat slamming in her chest.
Dominic’s hand came up beside her head, caging her in. “Say it,” he breathed.
“That you’d ruin me,” she whispered.
He leaned in, lips grazing her ear. “And you came anyway.”
Elena’s lips parted as he pressed his mouth to hers—not a kiss, a claim. His hand curled around her neck, just enough pressure to hold her still as his other gripped her waist, dragging her flush against him. She gasped when she felt how hard he already was, throbbing through his slacks.
“You’re trembling,” he whispered.
“I’m scared.”
“You should be.”
He didn’t carry her to the bed—he made her walk. Step by step, backward, until the backs of her knees hit the mattress and she sank onto it, breathing hard, eyes wide. She looked like something delicate—too pure for a man like him.
And it made him want to break her even more.
“Have you ever been touched, Elena?”
She shook her head, blushing.
“Good.”
He knelt in front of her. “Lie back. Let me teach you.”
Her dress came off in pieces. Buttons undone slowly, one by one, revealing inch after inch of trembling skin. Her chest rose and fell in shallow gasps as he traced his fingers over her thighs, brushing just beneath the hem of her lace panties.
“You wore white,” he said, dark eyes flicking up to hers. “You really are that innocent.”
His mouth replaced his hand, kissing the inside of her thighs until she whimpered, until her hips bucked under him. Then he hooked his thumbs into the lace and pulled it down—slowly, teasingly—baring her completely.
“Open for me,” he ordered.
She did.
And he devoured her.
Tongue, lips, fingers—his mouth on her was unrelenting, his grip bruising as he held her open and made her fall apart. She cried out, her hands clutching the sheets, moaning his name as he pushed her to her first climax, then her second before she could even come down.
When he pulled away, his lips glistened.
“You taste like heaven,” he rasped. “But I’m not done.”
He stood and dropped his belt. Unzipped. His c**k sprang free—thick, heavy, flushed.
Her eyes widened.
“That’s not going to fit,” she whispered.
Dominic smirked. “Oh, it will. And you’ll take every inch.”
He crawled over her slowly, dragging his tip along her soaked entrance.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered.
Then he pushed in.
Elena gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he sank into her inch by inch. The stretch burned, and her breath caught, but he stilled, letting her adjust. Kissing her gently. Stroking her hair.
“Breathe,” he murmured. “You’re doing so good.”
When her body relaxed, he began to move.
Slow at first. Measured. Deep.
But as her moans turned breathless and she started to meet his thrusts, he lost control. His rhythm turned savage, raw. He flipped her onto her hands and knees and slammed into her from behind, her cries bouncing off the walls.
“You like this?” he growled. “Being ruined by me?”
“Yes—yes, Dominic, please—”
He spanked her ass hard, making her yelp, before fisting her hair and pulling her up to kiss her.
He came inside her the first time with her pinned beneath him, legs spread wide, her body quivering.
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