Chapter 67
[Samantha’s Point of View]
My face was red and I was too embarrassed, too proud to admit I wanted him.
Needed him.
As he realized the scent, his piercing eyes gazed at me with hunger, sending shivers down my spine. He leaned his head to the side as he lifted the strap of my silk nightgown and watched it loosen as it slid down my shoulder.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His luscious gaze captivated me. Hazel Brown mesmerizingly stared at me as he pulled me closer to him. His finger traced the line down my spine with a feathery touch.
A moan stuck in my throat, urging me to whisper Dominic’s name, wanting to stop him from teasing me. But the dark desire in his eyes ignited a more dangerous flame after he caught the scent that was too impossible for me to hide anymore. I did my hardest not to make it look obvious to him but the sudden restlessness, the tickling feeling between my legs as the feeling of arousal took over my senses, was something impossible for him to ignore.
He truly enjoyed it—enjoyed every second of it as his hands ran down the sensitive skin of my arm and my breathing went uneven. My wolf and I were nervous and anticipating at the same time. And I had to fight hard not to close my eyes at the warmth and pleasure his fingers did to me.
“Dominic...” My words were cut off before I could muster them when his lips started brushing at the small curve of my neck—his stubble tickled me and I couldn’t help but bite my lower lip hard and pray not to whimper. His teeth started nibbling the lobe of my ear while his hands explored the skin underneath my shirt and I gasped. His scent and the amazing sensation his hands created as they brushed up underneath my perky br**ts, were so intoxicating that my head started to feel a little dizzy.
“Say it, Samantha. Say my name again,” he whispered in my ear. His dominance made it sound a lot more like a command, making me wetter as he bit the scapha of my ear.
I was about to whisper his name again, addicted to his rough and hoarse voice, when we both got distracted by my phone. I thought about ignoring it as I drowned myself in the wonderful feeling of Dominic’s lips brushing down my throat. But the ringing was persistent and urgent, and Dominic’s losing patience made him groan with his lips pressed on my shoulder.