"You'll be okay."
Willa
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I don't even know how we got here. One minute, Dom was throwing punches, and I was dragging him away from yet another fight. The next? I'm stark naked on a random guest bed, watching him stomp around the room—also fully naked—muttering curses as he rummages through drawers.

"For fuck's sake," he growls, slamming one shut.

I bite my lip, very much not concerned about his struggle. Not when I have this view.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I tilt my head. "Hate to break it to you, baby, but I don't think Benjamin keeps a stash of condoms in his guest room."

Dom's head snaps toward me, eyes gleaming, chest rising and falling like a man possessed. It takes me all of two seconds to realize what I just said.

Baby.

Oh. Oh.

A slow, wicked smirk stretches across his lips. "Say that again."

I roll onto my side, pretending to examine my nails. "Hmm?"

His eyes narrow. "Willa."

I let my gaze drift very obviously down his body before meeting his again. "I said I don't think there's a condom, baby."

His nostrils flare.

Yeah. He liked that.

I stifle a giggle, but it dies in my throat when Dom stalks toward me, the muscles in his arms flexing as he crawls onto the bed.

"I'm on birth control," I whisper, my teasing dropping into something more serious. Something desperate. Because I need him. Right now.

His jaw tightens. "Are you sure, butterfly?" His voice is rough, whispered against my skin as he kisses along my jaw, down my neck.

I arch into him, his lips branding my skin, my fingers burying into his hair. "Yes—God, yes."

Dom groans, his mouth trailing lower, sucking on a particularly sensitive spot just above my breasts. My entire body shudders at the sensation.

He grins against me, pleased with himself. "Shhh, baby," he murmurs, his voice dark with amusement. "We've got to get you ready first."

And then he winks before disappearing between my legs.

And just like that—I'm gone.

Oh my fucking god.

The pads of his fingers trail delicately over my slit, and I shiver. A moan tears from my lips, loud enough to hear over the beating from the music outside. My head tips back and I try to hide my embarrassment behind closed eyelids.

I swear he growls. My legs try to clamp shut in response, but he catches them first.

One thumb goes higher, brushing over my clit.

I cry out.

"You're so fucking wet, butterfly."

Another swipe.

"Yes!" My voice is a desperate whine.

"Ask me to play with your pussy. Let me hear it."

I lick my lips, glaring down at him through lust-filled eyes. And then I raise him one. "Please play with my pussy."

"Fuck, Willa," is all he gets out before he buries his head between my legs and his tongue spears into me.

One of my hands flies back to prop up my needy body, while the other shoots to his hair. I brace for what has to be the most overwhelming wave of pleasure I've ever been hit with. Maybe it's the past five minutes of anticipation, maybe it's that no one has ever used their mouth on me except him.

Maybe it's him.

Whatever it is, it makes my vision go black and my brain shut down. It makes my legs spread impossibly wider, and my hips grind forward against him.

"You're fucking delicious," he rasps, then slings my legs over his shoulders.

My whimpers turn to moans when his tongue moves up, teeth grazing my clit before he sucks on it. And my moans turn to cries when he adds one finger—and then two—stretching me so carefully. He soothes the bite of his intrusion with the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue.

"Dom. Dom. Dom." I chant his name as he pushes me higher.

He shoves his fingers into me hard, shaking my body with the force of it while sucking me all at once, and I scream his name. A rush of heat flows from me, disintegrating my bones in the process.

My orgasm rocks my very foundation. Beau stays between my legs as I come back down, softly licking and sucking and telling me how pretty I am, and that makes my addiction to him even more obsessive.

He might have an addiction to drugs, but I'm a full blown addict for him.

Cool air rushes in when he pulls his head back, and I open my eyes just in time to see him lick his lips. He looks pleased with himself. He's got that devilish smirk on his glistening face, and that cocky glint in his eye.

"What do you want, Willa?" He asks, a smouldering look now in his eyes.

I hesitate, trying to find my words when I feel so completely speechless. "Your cum in me." I deadpan, he groans kissing his way back up to my mouth when suddenly I'm flipped over so I'm on top of him, I yelp in surprise.

He lifts me higher, sucking one nipple into his mouth. I gasp at the sensation, and jerk when he nips gently. "I can't wait to find out what else drives you crazy." His damp lips drag across the valley between my breasts. "You like it when I tell you what to do?"

I kiss his skin again, trying to act more coy than I'm feeling inside. I do like it. "Maybe."

He sucks my opposite nipple, and a rush of wetness pools between my legs.

He smiles against my breast before a sharp nip once again leaves me gasping.

"Well, in that case, quit fucking around and sit on my cock, butterfly."

His massive hands circle my waist, and I rise above him, nipples glistening with his saliva, pink indents from his teeth beside them. My blood thunders through my veins as I gaze down at this beautiful, protective man who owns my whole fucking heart.

I inch my hips back, hand splayed across his chest as I line us up. I know how it felt to have him inside of me when we were 16, and knowing I'll get to experience that again and better sends a thrill through me. He holds me up as I reach down and take him in my hand.

I swipe the head through my wetness, feeling his cock slip so easily through my core. He groans, fingers flexing on my waist like it's taking his all to not shove me down and impale me on his length.

When I notch him at my entrance, our eyes catch. The weight of his gaze is almost more than I can bear. And yet, I don't look away. I can't.

I'm so caught up in him, in us—he's all I see.

The muscles in my legs strain as I carefully lower myself onto him.

One inch, his jaw ticks.

Two inches, his eyes go steely.

Three inches—fuck, he's so thick—his hands shake. Or my body does. I don't even know anymore where he ends and I begin.

With a whimper, I ease down further, and so do his eyes. He's gone from watching my face to watching where he's filling me up.

"Fuck, butterfly."

I only moan, letting my eyes flutter shut and moving my hands to his round shoulders for support.

"You okay?"

I nod, feeling his hands soften and his thumb rub reassuringly against my stomach.

This is nothing like it felt like before, he's so much bigger now. It's tenfold more intense. I'm full in a way I never have before, and I haven't been penetrated by a man since him

"Willa, baby, you're doing so good. If you need to stop—"

"I don't need to stop." My voice is breathy as I continue to sink down onto him. My body pulses. "I just ... god. I feel so full."

I whimper, letting the bite of his size distract me for a moment. But like always, Dom is right there to reassure me. "You're almost there, Willa. You're so beautiful with my cock inside you. Just go slow."

I nod and moan as I look down at where we meet, struggling to get the last of his length inside me.

His palms slide over my ribs, shaping down over my ass. "I know, baby, I know."

Suddenly, I'm struck by an urgency, like this moment might slip through my fingers if I don't make the most of it. I drop myself all the way down and cry out as I hit the base of him. "Oh god."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. That feels ... "

Fingers grip me, and he's everywhere. I'm so full of Dom, I'm so—I don't even know where I am, only that I'm on top of him, he's inside of me, and I've never felt more safe.

I pant, nails digging into his pecs.

His hands swoop up my stomach, palming my breasts almost reverently. His eyes, the hazel glow of them grow wild. They're hard not to get lost in. "You can't do a single thing wrong. Just do what feels good."

"What about you?"

One side of his mouth tugs up, an almost pained expression gracing his handsome face. "Trust me, baby. It all feels good with you."

My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and I flush at his praise. Then, with my hands on his chest, I lift up, feeling in every inch of him as I do.

The outstroke sends a jolt of delicious spasms through my body. At the top, pushed up on my knees, I look down, wanting to watch every inch of him disappear into my body. As I sink down on him, I can't look away. So fucking hot.

I do it again. And again. Every stroke is less foreign than the last, more pleasurable than the last. His hands roam, always soothing. Slow and steady. I'm unable to tear my gaze from where Dom and I are joined. Like it's some sort of experiment and I'm completely fascinated.

"See how pretty you look taking my cock, Willa?"

"Yeah," I murmur absently, because it's hard to disagree with him. There's something entrancing about the sight.

Dom moves a hand between us, tracing his thumb over the tight grip of my pussy lips around his girth. He spreads my wetness up, swiping it over my clit as I continue my slow ride.

Oh.

My eyes widen as he makes gentle circles.

"You like that, don't you?"

I nod, struck speechless. I don't just like it, I—

"Let me hear it, Willa. Use your words."

"I love it."

He smirks, confident and playful all of a sudden. "I told you I'd make it good for you."

Good? This is so much more than good.

He plays with my clit again and rolls my nipple between his fingers, forcing me to cry out. A surge of wetness coats us as my hips move in a way I never knew they could. I rise and drop more heavily, hips rotating as my muscles relax into the motion.

"Atta girl. Ride me," he urges as his fingers work me over expertly.

A sheen of sweat covers my body as my hands grip and scratch. My eyes flit from one delicious corner of him to the other before they sink into those silver pools.

"You gonna come on my cock, butterfly?"

"I think so," I breathe out. Every corner of my body is warm and sizzling with anticipation. Every muscle coiling as he fills me up.

"That's my girl. Give it to me." His thumb presses harder. His fingers pinch tighter. His bare cock pulses inside me and like a countdown one, two, three ... I'm washed away.

Bowled over by a wave of pleasure so intense, I feel like I've left my body. I topple forward as the exquisite burst claims me. I feel everything.

Him.

Me.

Warm.

Safe.

Before I can even gather my senses, he's flipped us over, his body caging me in. One hand strokes my cheek, while the other hikes my thigh up high. The angle is new and I gasp when he sinks into me from above.

He stops, cock filling me to the brim while my pussy still pulsates around him. "Willa, baby," he bites out, voice rumbling over my skin, setting it aflame.

God, just the vibration of him against me has my nerve endings jumping. "I don't think I can hold back any longer. My control is—"

"Give it to me." I repeat his words back to him, lifting my head just enough to brush my lips over his. "And don't hold back."

"Fuck." He spits the word out and crushes his lips to mine, taking my mouth in a searing kiss as he pistons into me relentlessly.

The bed shakes with the ferocity of his thrusts and my body aches in the most delicious way as he claims me.

"God, you own my fucking heart" he growls, then he shouts my name against my shoulder before biting down hard. His body goes taut, and his cock jumps and pulses as he spills himself inside me.

My fingers trace the curve of Dominic's jaw, my body still pressed against his, both of us tangled in the sheets of Benjamin's guest room.

The reality of that makes me giggle, and he raises an eyebrow, his hand resting lazily on my hip. "What?"

I shake my head, biting my lip. "Nothing. Just... of all places, I didn't think our grand reunion would happen in Benjamin Lennox's guest room."

Dom huffs out a laugh, the sound deep and amused. "What, you had some big plan for it?"

I grin, playing with the hem of the sheet. "Obviously. I was thinking something more dramatic. Candlelight. Rain pouring outside. Titanic playing softly in the background."

He smirks. "You want a do-over?"

I hum, pretending to consider it. "Nah. I think this was perfect."

His expression softens, and for a moment, neither of us says anything. We just look at each other.

And then, without thinking, I reach for his arm, fingers ghosting over his skin. That's when I see it.

A scar.

A thin, faded line across his forearm, barely noticeable unless you're looking. But I am looking.

My breath catches, my chest tightening so fast it hurts.

"Dom," I whisper, my fingers trembling as I trace it.

His whole body goes still.

And I—I just break.

Tears well in my eyes, my throat closing up. "You—when—"

"Don't," he says, voice hoarse. He grabs my wrist, stopping me from touching it. "Don't cry for me, baby."

But I can't not.

Because suddenly, all I can think about is him alone, hurting, lost. All the nights I spent missing him, wondering where he was, who he was with—if he was okay. And now I know that, at some point, he wasn't.

I sit up, pulling the sheet around me as I wipe at my face. "I should've been there."

"You couldn't have changed anything," he says firmly.

"You don't know that!" My voice cracks, and I hate it. I hate that I sound weak when all I want to do is fix this. Fix him. Fix us.

Dom sighs, rubbing a hand over his face before reaching for me again, his fingers curling around the back of my neck, forcing me to look at him. "I don't need you to save me, Willa." His thumb brushes my jaw. "I just need you to be here."

I sniffle, still blinking away tears. "Well, I am here."

"Yeah," he murmurs, eyes tracing my face. "Yeah, you are."

The weight of the moment hangs between us, thick and unspoken. Then, finally, I exhale, reaching for my dress on the floor.

"Okay," I whisper, shaking off the heaviness. "Help me find my thong."

Dom snorts. "Pretty sure you ripped your thong, butterfly."

I gape at him. "You ripped my thong!"

He smirks. "Not my fault you looked so good in them."

I huff, shoving him playfully before sliding back into my dress. As soon as it's on, I spot my discarded pink fairy wings by the foot of the bed. Without hesitation, I grab them and start strapping them back on.

Dom watches with an exasperated expression. "You can't be serious."

I spin around dramatically, striking a pose. "I am wearing my wings."

His lips twitch. "You're ridiculous."

"And yet, here you are." I shoot him a smug look, throwing his own words back at him.

He just sighs, shaking his head as he tugs on his jeans and T-shirt. Then, before I can react, he scoops me up like I weigh nothing.
I squeal, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Dominic West, put me down."

He ignores me, pushing open the back door of the house and stepping out into the cool night air. "Nope. You wanted to wear the wings, you deal with the consequences."

I laugh, my body relaxing against his as he starts walking. The party is still raging inside, music thumping, but out here, it's quiet. Peaceful.

Dom carries me the whole way back to his house. The entire ten-minute walk.

And I just let him.

By the time we reach his place, I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. He carries me straight upstairs, into his room, and lays me down on his bed.
I whimper when he starts pulling away. "Where are you going?"

His lips twitch. "The bathroom."

"Don't care." I grab at his shirt. "Stay."

Dom sighs, but it's fond, like he doesn't actually mind. "Bossy little thing, aren't you?"

I hum sleepily. "And you love it."

He huffs out a laugh, but he doesn't argue. Instead, he tugs his shirt over his head and slides into bed beside me, pulling the covers over us.

I instantly curl into him, pressing my face into his chest.

His arms wrap around me, his hand smoothing over my hair.

And just like that, I fall asleep. Safe. Warm.

Home.

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ohmigod this chapter is litreally 3000 words....

they r so cuteeeee🥰🥰🥰🥰

but if u guys know how I write u can never get to comfortable.......