After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 221

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HAILEY

He kissed me, his lips hot and demanding, a kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. He trailed kisses down my neck, his teeth nipping at the delicate flesh, a teasing, delicious pain that made me gasp. Our hands were everywhere, a frantic, hungry exploration, the need for each other

overwhelming.

He slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders the fabric pooling at my waist, exposing my

bare breasts. His mouth descended on one n****e, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, a

sensation that made me moan. His hand reached between my legs, his fingers rubbing my clit

through the fabric of my panties, a torturous, teasing friction that left me aching for more.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “You’re so wet.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my head falling back, my body surrendering to his touch.

“I can’t wait to make love to you,” he growled, his fingers slipping inside me, curling and stroking,

hitting the spot that drove me wild. “To feel you come apart for me.”

I rocked my hips, his name a breathless plea on my lips. He pushed me to the edge, a white hot fire

building inside me, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

“Come for me, Hailey,” he commanded, his voice a low, husky rumble.

My body obeyed, my orgasm exploding through me a release so intense I saw stars.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, his fingers working their magic. “Let go.”

I cried out, a sound that was part pleasure, part pain, a soul shattering, mind blowing orgasm that

left me boneless and breathless. My knees were weak, my heart racing, a euphoric high that was

unlike anything I had ever experienced.

He lifted me up, and in one smooth, effortless motion, had me laid out across the backseat, my

dress hiked up around my hips, my panties discarded somewhere in the darkness. He knelt

between my legs, his fingers hooking around the waistband of his pants, his erection straining

against the fabric.

“I’m going to fuck you, wife,” he said, his voice a low menacing growl. “Hard and fast and rough.

Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice a throaty, desperate whisper. “I’m yours, husband. Take me.”

And he did.

He thrust into me, his c**k filling me, stretching me a sensation that was both delicious and

exquisite. I clung to him, my nails raking across his back, a primal, feral desire taking hold of me.

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He fucked me, his strokes hard and fast and brutal, a rhythm that was as ancient as time. We were

animals, creatures of instinct and need, a mating ritual that was as raw and primal as the earth

itself.

The tension built inside me, a coiled spring ready to snap, a pleasure so intense it was almost

painful.

“Come for me, Hailey,” he ordered, his voice a strained, desperate growl.

I did.

My orgasm crashed over me, a wave of ecstasy that left me gasping and shaking, a feeling so

intense I thought I would shatter.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his body tensing, a guttural cry tearing from his throat.

He came, his release hot and powerful as it poured inside my womb, a claim, a branding, a

possession. He collapsed on top of me, our hearts pounding in sync, a symphony of love and lust

and devotion.

We laid there, spent and sated, our bodies entwined, the scent of sex and sweat and bliss filling the

air. It was perfect. It was paradise.

The limo pulled into the driveway, and the driver’s voice came over the intercom, informing us that

we had arrived.

“Time to go, wife,” Dominic said, his tone filled with affection and love. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Okay,” I breathed, a contented smile curving my lips.

We gathered our clothes, dressed, and made our way into the house, the night still young, the

possibilities endless.

Dominic led me upstairs, his hand on the small of my back, a guiding, steadying force. We reached

our bedroom, a sanctuary, a haven, a place where we could be ourselves, where we could lose

ourselves in each other.

The door closed behind us, the latch clicking into place, a soft, final sound. It was just us now, the

world beyond our four walls fading away.

We shed our clothes, a sensual, erotic striptease, a slow, torturous reveal. He stood before me,

naked and glorious, a vision of strength and power. I traced the lines of his tattoos, a trail of ink

that spoke of his history, his heritage, a lifetime of experiences.

He laid me on the bed, his body covering mine, his weight a welcome, comforting presence.

“I love you,” he whispered, his hand cupping my cheek, a tender, reverent touch.

“I love you, too,” I breathed, a declaration, a promise a vow.

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