Lissa Kasey - Dominion 2 - Reclamation Read Free

acknowledge when I knew my OCD was pushing me to do something like change the sheets, clean the kitchen, or shower excessively. Not that it made me any less likely to do those things.
I stripped out of everything and was lathering up my hair when Gabe came in. His expression was neutral, as always. He took off his clothes and stepped in beside me, taking over the shampooing of my hair. His hands massaged my scalp like a pro hairstylist. He pressed himself against me, proving he was happy to be there. But I was somewhat tired of the babying. Sometimes I wanted him to just get mad at me. At least that was honest.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.
“Isnt that what you pay the doctors for?” I snapped.
“Hmm.” He pushed me under the spray, which poured soap over me. I had to keep my mouth shut until it had passed. By the time I was wiping the sting out of my eyes he was on his knees, kissing my stomach. “Do you want to fight? Or have sex?”
“You should be mad at me like Jamie is,” I told him, winding my hands through his golden curls. He was classically handsome. Like Michelangelos David, with more muscle definition and fangs. Being a vampire gave him plenty of time to build his physique. Thankfully, he was nowhere near as big as Jamie was. I wasnt into the bodybuilder thing.
“Because you want your own place? No, I expected that. Though I wish youd wait until some of the press dies down.” His tongue dipped into my belly button and then his lips left a trail of kisses down to my groin. He nipped at my balls, and the stubble on his face made me painfully ready when he chuckled, pressing his face to my cock.
But with all the pleasure came fear.
We hadnt had intercourse. That was the main reason I was seeing a shrink. Dominion be damned. Gabe and I could suck each other off or masturbate together, but the minute he got near my ass I froze up, often lost my erection, and had flashbacks of being raped on that damned metal table.
I pulled him up. Gabe leaned over, bending his knees enough to keep me from standing on my tiptoes to reach those beautiful lips of his. He wrapped one of his hands in my long hair and kissed me hard enough to make me fight for breath. One of his fangs nicked my tongue, and we both tasted blood. He fed at my mouth and wrapped his other hand around both of our cocks at once.
Quick, long strokes had us writhing against each other. His strong grip ran around the both of us in pulsing circles. His heat pressed to mine. He felt like a candle burning against me. His thumb had a magic touch that teased over the head of me, using the leaking precum from us both to create more sliding friction.
The water beat on our backs from the multiple showerheads, but nothing could have gotten between us in that moment. For all the trouble I caused him, he still held me like I was his very last breath. I gripped him around the waist, pressing into him as though I could be him.
I thrust my hips against him hard enough that he had to release my hair and wrap his arm around my back to keep me up. He kissed me over and over, tasting and nipping at my lips while his hand worked, and our cocks ground together in a crazy fury.
“Close,” I whispered between kisses, loving the feel of him around me.
“Together,” he replied.
I surrendered to his hands, feeling my balls draw up and praying his did too. Another strong pull and we spurted out heat that we let wash away under the heavy spray of the shower.
I panted in his arms. My back ached a little from standing too long and arching against him. Another reminder of Brock, the bruising to my spinal cord was still fading.
Gabe scrubbed my back and held me tight while I cried. We both pretended the tears were just the water pouring down on us.
After the shower we lay in bed together, me in one of his T-shirts and my sleep pants, and him in just boxers and socks. I should have gotten up. Gone to work. Done something. But even after the day of dreaming of that alone