by Anne Marck
We have the camcorder.
It’s the end for Vincent Wine.
Luna
I close my eyes and sigh. The emotions I suppressed all day are coming to the surface.
Frank would have killed me—I saw the determination in his eyes. I also knew his horrible plans for me before killing me. Oh, if my guardian angel hadn’t come in time … I seriously believe in that possibility. Dominic is my angel.
Wiping away my tears with the hem of my T-shirt, I turn to face my savior. “You rescued me.” My breaths are coming out hard, breaking the silence in the car. I clear my throat, pushing away the tears, and watch his tense profile. “There aren’t enough thanks for everything you’ve done for me, Dominic.”
“Shh … baby. Don’t say anything.” His weary eyes meet mine. “We’re going home where you’ll be able to rest.”
I can’t shut up. I need to talk to calm the storm inside my chest. “I love you so much that I can’t even explain it in words. I really thought I was going to die and could only think of you.” I lean over the console and get in his face. “You’re too good for me, an angel, and I’ve only brought you trouble.”
“Luna …” he tries to interrupt me as he steers the vehicle over to the shoulder of the road.
I shake my head, asking him to allow me to continue. I will suffocate if I don’t get it all out.
“I know I made a mess of your life. And you’re right to want to turn me away, but by God, I can’t even think of being away from you.” I’m a mess of tears.
He shuts off the engine, and before I can take another breath, he’s pulling me onto his lap, wiping my tears and pushing my hair off my face.
“I’ll always be here for you, baby.” The words come out in a low, husky note, his eyes dark and intense. “Leaving you is out of the question. In fact, I shouldn’t have left you in that cafe while all this was hanging between us.”
“I won’t lie, Luna. Your trip to the mansion alone left me … upset. It’s hard to accept the idea of you putting yourself in danger. To know that not everything is under my control, like today.” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard. “But nothing and no one could keep me away from you, because I love you. I never said that to any other woman. I’ve never felt that for anyone.” There are no smiles or jokes, just seriousness. “I’m in fucking love with you, Luna St. Clair. I don’t intend to move an inch away from you.”
“I just thought …” I shake my head. “I was terrified you’d kick me out of your life. I’ve never been so scared.”
“I never wanted to, Luna.” His serious expression never falters. “The last few hours, without knowing where you were, made me crazy. I never want to feel that way again.” He presses on my temple with a firm finger. “Get it in your head, baby, that nothing will keep me away, even when you work hard at it.”
I bite my lower lip, flooded with inexplicable relief. “I got the message, and I promise I’ll change. From today on, I won’t make any decisions without talking to you first. I promise. You are too important to me. I won’t put your life at risk again.”
His serious stare traps me. “You don’t have to change, for me or for anyone. I like you just the way you are, Luna. If I made you think differently, then I’m an asshole.” His pupils dance between my eyes. “I just want you to trust me and not keep me on the outside.”
I nod in understanding. “Never. I’ll always trust you,” I whisper, absorbing something far greater than I can measure. “You’re my guardian angel,” I say with devotion.
I’m rewarded by the most beautiful and honest smile that anyone has ever received.
Admiring his face, I can only think that Dominic is like a carefully packed present. Everything in this man exudes an unshakable force. However, if you look closer, you can see his sensitivity is what forms his nucleus. I have never seen anyone with such a mix of hardness and softness. His incredible gray eyes are seemingly serene, concealing an intensity beyond what can be measured. Determination and courage flow naturally through him like a second skin. And, above all, he is an amazing protector. I can only believe that someone up there likes me very much.
Dominic
The fascination in her eyes directed at me causes waves of need throughout my body. I should give her time to rest after everything that happened today. I haven’t yet mentioned Dirty’s corpse or the other guys, much less what will happen to Wine’s brother, wanting to avoid shaking her up even more.
I can no longer contain the urge to take Luna, to calm the torment almost losing her caused me, and to let her know that I won’t ever walk away from her. I fought too much against these feelings and put up too many obstacles not to claim it now. This ends. Luna is mine.
I slowly push back the fiery hair from her tear-stained face, wanting to lick each one of them. I lean into her as her hot breaths increase and brush my lips over hers. At first, I use gentle caresses, but they are too torturing, so I invade her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Good God, I will never get enough of her.
I squeeze her body against mine and grasp the delicate nape of her neck, preventing her from leaving me. Luna is stuck with me forever.
My body reacts to that thought. My baby, my girl, my love.
“You are mine,” I growl, not understanding my own fury as I stop to catch my breath.
Then the kiss bursts into epic proportions. My member awakens in need, on the verge of pain. She reacts to my touch, gently rolling her hips, bringing out the worst in me.
I could take her right here. My body begs for it … But fuck, Luna deserves better than a damn quickie in a car.
“I’ll give you everything, Luna. Absolutely everything. But not here.” I lean back from her lips in time to see the beautiful blush of her disappointed face.
Damn, Luna is so beautiful.
I close my eyes briefly to regain control and ignore her bemoaning wail.
My girl has a little storm inside her that I will soon tame.
Luna
The atmosphere is different as we step into the apartment. Something has changed. To assure myself that I’m not delirious, I tested his state of mind with an innocent, almost pleading request and waited for his usual refusal. Dominic didn’t deny me.
It’s as if he’s finally letting down the barrier between us. I can see it on his face. The change is in his gaze as he turns on the shower without taking his eyes off me. The shower together is like a confirmation that his fight is over.
Dominic takes his time kissing me, feeding the need growing in swirls throughout my body, before undressing me. Grabbing the edges of my shirt, he slips it up my skin. The pants are next, removed gently with his thumbs dictating the path in a provocative caress.
Wordlessly, he looks into my eyes with nothing but intensity. Then Dominic wraps his arms around me to unbutton the clasp of my bra. The contact is almost unbearable. The fall of the lingerie leaves my breasts subject to cold air, making them stiff.
I’m suffocating. My heart explodes noisily, reaching a troubling rhythm.
“You’re so beautiful, my girl.” His deep murmur sends chills everywhere.
I swallow hard then, without breaking the bond of his eyes on mine, and with deliberate slowness, I pull my panties down my legs smoothly.
Naked and at his mercy, shivering and anxious, I could easily die from all the things happening inside me.
He holds my face in his hands. “I was afraid to lose you, Luna. I was afraid I’d never get the chance to show you how much I want you with everything in my body. Do you have any idea what I want to do with you now, baby?”
I don’t know if this is a rhetorical question. My brain is in no condition to work out any coherent answer.
Those gray fixations stare at me as if the axis of his world were at my base. “Tell me, Luna. Tell me you know what we’re about to do and that you want it, too.”
I open my mouth, sucking in a breath. I don’t blink, frozen by need. This man, the reason for my wildest dreams, is asking permission to ma
ke me his. It’s so exciting that my legs can barely hold my weight.
“Yes …” My voice falters, but there is no way to get more out of me.
A predatory smile takes over his lips, the darkness in his eyes becoming a dangerous warning that there is no turning back.
A possessive kiss seals the deal.
I feel like levitating. If it weren’t for his hands now on my waist, I certainly would.
When my brain seems to disconnect from the world around me, I soon feel the absence of his contact. I open my eyes to watch Dominic pull off his T-shirt, his firm chest tense.
I lower my eyes down his body. The bulge in his tight jeans twitches. Unhurried, he unbuttons then slips the zipper down. Then the pants fall to the floor.
God, I can hear the nervous drum of my own heart.
Seeing him only in boxers, I want to laugh at my luck. Dominic could easily be a male model. He is perfection, and he is here with me, in his bathroom, staring at me like I’m as essential as food.
“That doesn’t even look real,” I gasp.
His low laughter reverberates around the room, caressing my skin. “Let me show you how real it is.”
Everything rises to a new level when his black boxers are removed. Lord, will I ever get used to this sight?
Kissing me to distraction, Dominic takes us into the shower. The warm water does nothing to slow down all the emotions rolling over me.
Like a sweet torment, Dominic puts shampoo in his palms then massages it into my hair. It’s not what I expected, but the caresses against my scalp are so stimulating.
“I want all of you, Luna. Every small part.”
He does a fine job of arousing me between his deep, scorching kisses and the silky touch of his fingers.
I watch the heat in his gray flames burn brighter as I take the liquid soap and spill it over my body, lathering myself and pushing myself even more toward the edge of the cliff. The peak of pleasure is on account of his tongue against my breasts, expelling shameful choruses out of my throat.
“Dominic …” I beg for more contact.
His firm tongue whips the contour of my nipple, leaving it rock-hard, and then he sucks it into his mouth. The other breast receives the same attention, causing butterflies in my belly. In desperation, I dig my nails into his shoulders.
The touch of his mouth on my skin ceases, leaving me to complain, until I feel the soap move to an even more intimate place.
With his soapy hands, he separates my legs.
Anticipation makes me close my eyes. Then, as I feel him parting me, I wobble until I feelmthe cold tiles against my back.
Dominic kneels before me. “So beautiful.”
I don’t know exactly how the shocks go all the way down to the tips of my toes.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he orders.
And I do. I open them and look at his dilated, patient eyes that are trying to hide the satisfaction that he is driving me crazy.
“You’re mine.” Those words are like a warning.
In response, I push my pelvis even closer within reach.
Yes, I’m yours, Dominic. I always will be! I scream mentally, unable to do otherwise.
He brings his mouth to my sensitive nerve and starts to explore.
God, I moan softly.
With closed eyes, I delight in the sensations, until I feel a wonderful explosion inside me. Indefinable.
There is more no ground, no atmosphere, no gravity. My entire body shakes.
“God.”
It is wonderful.
When he finally kisses me, I taste myself on his lips. “Make me yours, Dominic.”
Without saying a word, he takes me in his arms.
Seconds later, the contact of the soft duvet against my back announces that the time has come.
Yes, Dominic will make me his.
Dominic
I have every movement under control, countering the battle being waged between reason and instincts. The need to fuck like a ferocious animal in the most primitive way fights against caution, knowing I have to take it slow, given Luna’s inexperience.
Today is all about her.
Luna is as excited as I am. A closer look and see the signs. The altered breathing, the rhythmic movement of her dilated pupils, constantly moistening her lips with her soft tongue.
“If you want to stop, just say the word, baby,” I give my last warning.
In return, I receive hungry blue eyes that are begging and her mouth opens a little, sucking in air.
Hell, this is going to be difficult.
Naked, I walk through the bedroom to the drawers in my closet. Removing a trio of condoms from the box, I then walk back to the bed where Luna is completely at my mercy.
Her skin is immaculately pale, silky. Freckles extend across her nose, giving her an innocent look. Her breasts are two small, firm jewels, the peaks the most beautiful light pink, and her mound is covered by a soft layer of red hair. I must have died and gone to Heaven.
Grabbing my cock in a movement that gives me some relief, I pull at her ankles, opening her up for me. With each movement, contemplative eyes follow me, as if trying to predict my next step. It’s too exciting for my sanity.
Though I tried to ready her as much as possible, her pain will be inevitable at some point.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, I press on her sexy, sensitive nerve. Without a doubt, it’s the most beautiful one I have ever seen.
Luna moans my name in a tortuous way, begging for more.
I tear the plastic wrapper between my teeth then remove the condom. Wrapping it over myself, I get the impression that it’s double its size from all the blood concentrated there. Fuck, I’ve never been so hard in my life.
Getting her to the point of an orgasm, I rise to take her mouth.
“It’s going to hurt, baby,” I warn, trapping her bottom lip between my teeth.
Her writhing beneath me is the green light.
I put the tip at her entrance, feeling her tightness. My muscles grow taut at the sensation. Fuck.
I take a deep breath and lock my jaw, putting all my energy there to distract my need. I’ve never had to do this before.
This girl is beyond what I can bear. Luna will be my doom. I feel like I’m about to be ruined for other women.
Finally, I slowly push my way in, and she lifts her hips, wanting more contact. Sweating, I press a little further until I find her barrier.
Shit. There is no easy way to do this.
Using the distraction technique, I kiss Luna as intensely as I can. Her tongue dances against mine as she grips my hair and small moans vibrate from her throat, a mixture of my name and incoherent whispers. That’s when I sink in hard, nailing her in one move.
I swallow her cry of pain, filled with guilt, and stop all movement.
I just tore through her virginity.
“Relax, baby,” I whisper softly, planting kisses along her neck, licking her taste of soap and feminine sweat. “The pain won’t last.”
I slide my hand over her breasts, down her belly, until I reach her mound. In gentle movements, I tease the sensitive nerve with my fingers and begin to move slowly inside so she becomes accustomed to my size.
Holding the weight of my body up with one arm, I play with one of her breasts, teasing her rigid nipple. Her body relaxes, and soon it’s Luna who dictates the rhythm, greedily demanding more, seeking orgasm.
Yes, baby, I’ll give you this, and everything else you want.
Driving into her deep and fast, and stimulating her delicate nerve, it doesn’t take long for Luna to orgasm.
“Dominic!” The sharp cry is my oasis.
I watch in ecstasy as my baby is consumed and I’m invaded by a feeling of surreal possessiveness. I gave her this, just me. And so it always will be.
A few more thrusts and I lose myself completely. Digging deeper, I let myself go so strongly and potently that my brain shorts out, chills spread, and my body weakens. I struggle not t
o fall on top of her fragile body.
Damn. What was that? Why do I feel that nothing before this moment mattered?
When I regain my mind, I drop my body to her side.
I am definitely ruined for any other woman.
Luna
If I could put the happy moments of my life on a list, today would be amongst the best. The day I lost my virginity to the man I love.
Most girls have their first experience long before they can legally drink. Not me.
I’ve never seen my virginity as a cause for shame. Even though it seems cliché, I think I was waiting for the right person.
Is it possible to love someone more and more each day? Does love have any kind of scale or limit? Can you just love someone up to a level? Honestly, love is too common a word to define what I feel. I would give my life for this man, and I can’t imagine being happy without him. I don’t know … This is so crazy.
I let out a big yawn, trying to fight sleep, but I think I’m going to lose …
“Sleep, baby,” his soft voice invades my unconsciousness.
Dominic
Luna holds me like she’s preventing me from running away.
Never, baby. I will never leave you, I think, watching her chest rise and fall in slow breaths.
I don’t dare get out of bed, even though Salvatore is waiting for me with the camcorder of Wine. The next step is to give my girl her revenge.
I have a bad damn feeling clenching my gut. I don’t want to confess out loud that I’m dreading my future with Luna when she returns to her old life. She could leave me. There is nothing holding her here.
That thought is a razor-sharp cut to my heart.
Dominic
Nicholas Salvatore is here. I look around the parking lot from the window, seeing him lurking in his truck.
Once outside, I approach him, and he descends from the car, looking around before coming out of the darkness. Nicholas Salvatore has enemies who would certainly appreciate seeing his guard down. I have the impression that the Salvatores are on that list after they went bankrupt because of his interference.
