The Werewolf Prince and I (36 page)

It was the cue Domenico was waiting for, and he seized it.

Misty blinked in confusion when Domenico suddenly sprang forward, and she gasped when his hands spun her waist before carrying her to him. Her legs automatically spread open when she landed on his lap.

“Domeni---” The rest of his name was lost in his kiss.

Domenico splayed one hand on Misty’s buttocks to push her forward. His other hand took a fistful of her hair, using it to angle her head so he could kiss her as deeply as his tongue could reach inside her mouth.

This kiss was the greatest gamble of his life. And it scared him, so much that Domenico gave it everything he had, using all the skills and techniques he had acquired over the years. She didn’t have to be still in love with him, but dammit, she had to be in lust with him! That was a good enough start for him.

Domenico sucked on her tongue, his lips coaxing, caressing Misty’s back with light touches, and finally he felt it.

Misty sobbed without knowing why even as she twirled her arms around Domenico’s neck. Suddenly, she couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel enough of his skin. Frantically, she tugged his sweater up even though she couldn’t make herself let go of Domenico’s lips.

He solved the problem quickly by ripping it away.

Misty gasped, but her hands were already busily reacquainting itself with the silky hardness of Domenico’s naked chest, loving how his muscles rippled at her slightest touch. But soon, it wasn’t enough and she was tugging at his belt. As Domenico lifted his hips so she could pull his slacks down, his hands also went to the back of her dress.

One loud rip, and it was gone.

Her breasts bounced into his waiting hands and Misty moaned when Domenico squeezed them as if in welcome. Oh, God, how she had missed his touch.

Domenico held her by the hair, pulling her close so he could nip her ear before whispering, “I’ve burned for you every night you were gone, Misty.”  At the end of his words, he took a hold of her lace panties – her only piece of clothing left on her body – and tore it away.

Misty’s legs fell open in surrender as his hand went to her cunt. Her back against his chest, she couldn’t keep another cry of desire from escaping as he dipped his fingers in her wetness, the tips grazing her entrance without actually going in.

“Domenico,” she sobbed.

“Do you know how much I’ve dreamt of this, Misty?” His hold on her tightened almost painfully, but it only served to whet her desire and she lifted her hips shamelessly, wanting his fingers to penetrate her. 

But Domenico’s fingers only moved away, trailing back up to play with her nipple before tugging it repeatedly until the tip was at its longest, as painfully aroused as the rest of her body.

“I touch myself when I can’t bear another moment of knowing that you’re gone, and I imagine that you were touching me.” He tugged at her nipple again.

“
Domenico
.”

But he wasn’t finished. “I will fuck you until the sun rises, and you will let me.”

The words – the images that it evoked – the clipped edge of his voice, all of it almost sent her to the edge.

“Say you’ll let me fuck you till tomorrow,” Domenico commanded harshly.

“I’ll let you fuck me till tomorrow,” she sobbed.

Without warning, he rearranged their position on the leather seat, placing Misty on her fours while he half knelt behind her.

“
Aaaah.”
Domenico’s cock rammed into her body from behind, and the force of his thrust caused her to flatten her palms on the limousine door in front her.

Domenico almost lost control as Misty’s moist heat surrounded his cock. The feeling of being inside Misty’s body was a hundred – a thousand – times better than anything he had desperately tried to recreate all those nights with just his hand.

Almost savagely, he pumped his cock in and out of her, one hand gripping her buttocks to hold her steady while his other arm was curled around her waist, keeping her suspended. Misty’s arms were stretched forward, palms still braced against the door, her breasts jiggling at each thrust he made.

“Look at me,” he growled.

Misty twisted her head to face him, long dark hair falling to the other side, revealing the naked desire on her face. But something else was there on her face – something he had desperately wanted to see, something that made him shove his cock as hard and as deep into her cunt as he could.

“
Misty.
” He grabbed her hair so she wouldn’t stop looking at him, wouldn’t stop knowing who owned her body, if not her heart.

Misty cried out as Domenico’s cock pounded into her body nonstop. She couldn’t tear her gaze off his face this time, couldn’t help but be mesmerized at the almost hopeless yearning in his green eyes.

Suddenly, he bent forward, causing the entire length of his cock to fill her.

She screamed, and she screamed again when he touched her clit even as his cock didn’t stop thrusting in and out of her.

“Come for me, Misty,” he rasped against her throat.

She sobbed, her body instantly reacting to his command.

“I want to feel you come
now.
”

And she came, her body bucking as Domenico played with her clit like a guitar even as his cock shoved into her body for one last time, pouring out his seed.

As Misty gradually regained her sense, shame filled her as she realized how easily she had succumbed to Domenico’s touch.

Sixteen months.

For sixteen months she had worked hard to kill her feelings for Domenico and with just one touch, all her hard work had been for naught.

She tried to get away, but Domenico’s arm around her waist immediately turned into a band of steel, keeping her imprisoned in his arms.

“Let me go!”

“Not until you hear what I have to say.”

“There’s nothing for us to say anymore!”

In response, Domenico only pulled his still-erect cock out of her body a few inches before pushing it back in with one solid possessive thrust.

Misty moaned.

“You’re mine, Misty.”

Behind her, Misty felt Domenico gently lift her hair off her back, letting it spill over her shoulders so he could press a small kiss to her back.

She started to cry.

“I love you, Misty.”

She cried harder at that.

Her sobs tore at him, but Domenico didn’t let it sway him. He was doing this for both of them. Soon, she would know this, too. Hardening his voice, he said, “This time, I will make sure you have no doubts about how much you fucking mean to me.”

“It’s too late,” she wept. “It’s just too---” she gasped when Domenico’s fingers found her clit, pressing it ever so gently.

“It’s never too late for the two of us. I will make you fall in love with me again, Misty. No one – not even your goddamn Faeries – can take you away from me.”

He slowly withdrew from her, and tired both physically and emotionally, Misty allowed Domenico to clean her and dress her. She wasn’t even surprised that he had a spare set of clothing for her. He was always like that, prepared for every eventuality.

When she was properly covered in a dress that she remembered buying a year ago, Domenico placed her on his lap. Her eyes started to tear again when she saw him take out a hair brush.

“No---”

Ignoring her protest, Domenico started brushing her hair. At the same time, he pressed the intercom button, instructing the driver to take them back to her hotel. When he was done, Domenico looked at her, his eyes steely, his voice uncompromising as he spoke. “We’ll go together to Daryl. You will tell him that you will spend the night with me.”

In spite of herself, her toes curled at the sexual hunger in his gaze. He really was going to fuck her till the sun rose.

“Just for tonight,” she heard herself saying. “But tomorrow – we’re over, Domenico.”

“You can tell yourself whatever you want to, but when you let me fuck you tonight, I had my answer. You want me, Misty, and that’s enough for me for now. But mark my words. I will make you fall in love with me again – more than you have ever been, so much that you won’t ever think of leaving me again.”

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FROM MARIAN TEE

Hi! I hope you enjoyed reading
The Werewolf Prince and I
as much as I enjoyed writing it!

If you would like to take another romantic journey with me, you may want to check out my other romance novels, geared for young adult readers.
Drawn
is a contemporary romance while
Evren: Enter the Dragonette
is a light fantasy romance. My YA Horror
Death Loves Me Not
is also out in the market.

Please watch out as well for the second book in this series, which will be out in early 2013.

It's always a pleasure to hear from my readers so feel free to visit me at MarianTee.com anytime!