by Marian Tee
“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.”
Chapter Two
Misty was still in a daze when she walked past Domenico as he locked the door behind her with a resounding click. She couldn’t believe how so many things had happened so fast, couldn’t believe how after more than a year of torturing herself with memories from the past, she had given herself up so easily. Was she never to be free of Domenico Moretti?
And Daryl---her so-called friend, the one who was supposed to keep her from trouble---had simply given her a sheepish wave when Domenico told him with a very charming smile that he and Misty would be enjoying a nightcap in his room.
Save me. Misty was pretty sure her eyes had screamed the silent message at her Lyccan-turned-Faerie friend.
You go, girl was unfortunately the message that Daryl sent to her with twinkling eyes. Drat it. He had always been against Misty cutting ties with Domenico. She should have remembered that.
“Take off your clothes.” Domenico’s voice was deep and husky, as dark as the blackness that wrapped around the hotel suite. The only light existing came from the floor lamp next to where Domenico was languidly sprawled on a padded chair. It gave Domenico’s half-naked body a golden glow, emphasizing the cuts of his body.
Misty stared in open-mouthed shock. They might have had made love in the car, but it had even been darker there, and then she had other, err, things in her mind. But now, all she could see was Domenico, and he was so…buffed. He never had even an extra ounce of fat before, but now he was practically rippling with muscles, his body turned into a beautiful lean killing machine.
“Misty,” Domenico gritted out, his cock rock hard at the desire flashing in his wife’s eyes.
Just the sound of it made Misty’s toes curl, and she found herself responding to the command in his voice. A part of her wanted to rebel against it, but there was an even larger part of Misty that simply urged her to yield. Just this one night, she reminded herself. This was the closure she wanted, needed, to finally get over the man that haunted every waking and sleeping minute of her life.
Relief coursed through Domenico’s body when Misty finally moved, her fingers adorably clumsy as she slowly stripped herself from her clothes. He had this insane urge to dominate her in the bedroom, as if his heart was telling him that this was the only way right now he could possess Misty.
Because outside the bedroom, he was nothing to her, a man she was desperately keen to leave and forget.
His fists clenched, and it took most of his iron control not to leap out of the chair and grab Misty to him. So fucking long. It seemed like an eternity since he had seen her lovely naked body, and even though he already had her in the limousine earlier, it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
When Misty finally dropped her panties to the ground, she stood trembling and naked, wrapping her arms around herself. She shouldn’t be doing this. It wasn’t right when they were about to cut ties. But she couldn’t help it. There was something about Domenico Moretti that she would always find irresistible.
Just this one night, she thought to herself again. It would be for her memories, something she could embrace in the lonely nights that would fill the rest of her life. She was determined never to see Domenico again after this night. If there was anything this day taught her, then it was that she could not trust herself in his presence.
“Crawl to me.”
Misty’s head jerked up in shock. “What did you say?”
“You heard me.”
She shook her head. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I told you to.”
“No!” She couldn’t stop searching Domenico’s face for a clue, any sign to explain to her what made him so different now. He was so much more domineering – he had never asked her to do this in the past.
His voice turned into liquid heat as he spoke, and Misty braced herself for its impact.
“Do you want me to crawl to you instead?”
She whitened. “No.”
“Then crawl to me.”
And slowly, she understood what he was getting to.
“You bastard,” she whispered, but her body was already shivering with desire as Domenico started stroking himself, his eyes burning in desire that she knew mirrored what was in her own eyes.
She never wanted to see Domenico Moretti crawl, and he knew it. But they both knew she had loved submitting to him, had found it exhilarating to surrender her entire body to him.
“Crawl to me now, Misty. I won’t ask you again.”
Slowly, Misty found herself bending down until she was on fours. The position was unfamiliar, after all these months she had been alone. The weight of her breasts, which were swollen with desire, combined with the ache between her legs – all of it made her desire for Domenico increase tenfold.
She glanced up at Domenico almost uncertainly.
Come, his eyes invited her. There was naked yearning in it, a promise of something she was afraid to label.
His eyes possessed her, and she began to crawl.
Domenico’s arousal became more and more painful with every move that Misty made. The way her breasts swayed entranced him, and the way her shapely buttocks and legs swayed similarly arrested him. By the time she stopped in front of him, he had to take several deep breaths so that he wouldn’t forget everything by taking Misty like a mindless bull.
Stroking himself, he asked, “How do you feel, Misty?”
“Weird,” she confessed.
“And…”
She bit her lip.
“Crawling made you want me to fuck you, didn’t it?” he whispered.
Slowly, she nodded.
Domenico moved, using his Lyccan speed to reverse their positions, with Misty suddenly on the chair and him kneeling down a few feet away from her.
The blur of movement shocked her, and Misty could only blink when she saw Domenico on his knees at the opposite side of the room. “Domenico?”
He started to crawl.
“No!”
She ran to him before she could stop herself, the image of Domenico crawling towards her so painful it made her chest tighten. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t feel, the pain was so great. Misty pushed him back so that he would rest on his haunches. “Why are you doing this?” she asked brokenly.
“Because I want you to understand,” he answered fiercely. “Did it feel bad for you to crawl to me because you wanted me so much?”
She shook her head mutely.
“Did you feel bad when I started crawling to you?”
“Yes!” she burst out.
“But I will do that any fucking time in front of a thousand people if it means I will have you back!”
The naked emotions in Domenico’s eyes were too much, and she started to look away. But Domenico had never gone easy on her, and he was no different now. He cupped her face and made her look at him.
“I love you, Misty. And I will crawl for you, beg you---I’ll do anything just to make you mine again. It didn’t feel bad to me because I was doing it for you.” His fingers slid through her hair, tightening in a possessive grip. “You’ve been gone for sixteen fucking months, and I was lost. All that I had going for me was the hope – this undying hope that I would see you again one day and when that time comes, I’ll have you back.”
His voice turned hoarse. “Misty, I meant what I said. I’ll do anything to---”
Misty’s lips suddenly covered his, arms wrapping around his neck, her kiss effectively silencing him.
He knew what she was doing, knew that she couldn’t bear to hear the rest of what he had to say because she wasn’t yet sure what her answer would be. Or maybe she already knew but simply didn’t want to tell him right now.
Either way, it was a rejection.
And it hurt.
But Domenico pushed the pain away. If Misty could not forgive him now, then so be it. He could not and would never blame her for it, after all the pain he had caused her. He would simply try again.
Tears fell from her eyes, mingling with the taste of Domenico’s lips. “Domenico,” she whispered. More tears fell at the sound of his name on her lips. All the months they had been apart, she had not let herself speak his name. And she was right not to. Because right now, the sound of it was already breaking her.
Domenico’s chest constricted at the bittersweet familiarity of Misty’s voice saying his name. He could feel her trembling, not just out of desire but now out of hurt remembrance of bad memories.
“Please,” Misty said shakily, hiding her face in the crook of his neck as she embraced him more tightly towards him.
“Please what, darling?” he asked rawly.
“Please just make love to me tonight.” Misty felt Domenico draw a swift hard breath at her words, his chest heaving against hers.
And then he was sweeping her up in his arms and lowering her to bed.
“Open your legs.”
She had barely finished doing so when his cock was already entering her, so deeply that she could almost swear it was touching her heart. Domenico suddenly pulled out and sank back into her in one swift, deliciously hard move, and she whimpered in shocked pleasure.
“Ready?” He stared down at her.
“R-ready for what?”
“This.” Domenico tossed her legs over his shoulders, pulling his cock out before ramming back into her in full force.
Misty gasped.
But it was just the beginning. Domenico was relentless, pounding into her faster and harder with each thrust, her body shaking with every instance. She could only hold on to him and gasp, her legs twisted over his shoulders and around his back.
As his movements became fiercer, she found herself clinging to the headboard, causing her breasts to push up.
“Yes,” he gritted out and without pausing in his thrusts, he bent down to suck one nipple into his mouth.
“Aaah!” Misty’s eyes rolled back as his thrusts moved in rhythm with his tongue while he continued sucking hard on her nipple. She screamed when she felt his teeth clamping down around the tip of her breast and she screamed again when his teeth sank deeper into her flesh.
The sounds of Misty’s pleasures fed his own. Releasing her nipple, he turned his head to the other side so he could suck her other nipple. As he took it in his mouth, he tightened his hands around her butt so that he could grind his cock into her more deeply.
“Oh, God.” She could only hang on to the headboard with all her might as her body started to jerk more wildly.
Domenico released her nipple and, without stopping his forceful thrusts, he went on his knees, lifting her hips in the air.
“Mine,” he grated.
Her body had lost all sense of gravity, its weight dependent on Domenico’s cock and his hands around her hips.
When his fingers tightened around her hips, his cock pulling out and teasing the entrance of her sex, she sobbed out, “Yours. Oh God, I’m yours.”
Domenico pulled out one last time and when he sank his cock back into her, he pinched her clit at the same time.
Misty screamed as she came, and her legs tightened around his hips reflexively as her back arched. Her arms fell at the strength of her orgasm but Domenico was there to catch her. He lowered her back to the bed, his cock still pulsing inside her. He started to move again, and she whimpered, her body stirring back into life as his movements became fast and frenzied.
“Come again,” he growled.
She whimpered.
He increased his tempo, knowing his orgasm was just moments away. One hand pinning her arms over her head, Domenico reached down with his other hand until he found Misty’s tender nub of flesh, which strained for his touch.
“Come!” He pressed her clit down as hard as he could while he filled her cunt with his cock.
Misty’s body responded to his command and she sobbed as she came again and with him, Domenico’s hips bucking over hers at the strength of his own release.
When she woke up, the other side of the bed was empty, the room quiet and bathed in sunlight streaming from the windows, the curtains pulled to the side. She pushed herself up, searching the room for Domenico as she did. And that was when she saw it.
Pulling the sheets with her to wrap around her body, Misty padded towards the coffee table, her heart beating madly.
A note was attached to the scroll and she took it with shaky hands.
My love, I do not want to make this harder for you.
If you truly want us to cut ties, then I shall affix my signature after yours has dried.
But before you do, allow me to tell you again that I am deeply sorry for all the pain I have caused you in the past. I love you. More than anything in this world.
~~~
From the building across the hotel, Domenico watched Misty cry, sinking into the floor as she held his note to her chest. And then she was gone, leaving an hour later with no signs of whether she had indeed chosen to cut ties.
Domenico went back to the hotel suite, her scent still strong in the room, a scent he had craved for so long. He inhaled it sharply, wishing he could have it with him all the time so that he wouldn’t feel so empty when she was not at his side.
The scroll was on the table, with a new note attached. He picked it up, his heart aching when he felt the wet spots, caused by Misty’s tears.
I’m sorry.
He dropped to his knees.
It was over.
Chapter Three
The High Circle was insane, Lysander Allard thought. He stood at the edge of the chamber, next to one of the windows. The High Circle’s chamber fittingly resided in the topmost room of the tower, allowing its members to gaze upon the entire realm even from their throne-like seats.
He had one of those precious seats, the right to which he had won with cunning not typical for his race.
In a soft drawling voice that betrayed none of his incredulity and impatience, Lysander said, “This girl – Misty Wall – is married to a Lyccan. How do we know she is not merely a pawn of their race and would indeed fight for our rights?” He didn’t want a quarrel with Milo as he deeply respected the older man. But what Milo was suggesting just didn’t make sense, and damn if he was just going to stop by and let a mortal girl hold the fate of their race in her hands.
Thankfully, Milo didn’t appear offended at all by his question. But then, Lysander knew that the other man was also one of the few who saw past his
many deliberate affectations and understood that the safety of their race was of the utmost importance to him.
“I understand your concern, Lysander, but I assure you that there is nothing for you to fear. This was not revealed to the High Circle, but one of the terms set in our earlier pact with the Lyccans was for Misty to cut ties with the Moretti heir apparent.”