The Wolfless Luna's Revenge: Returning With His Secret Twins Chapter 51

Samantha’s POV

“You’re trembling,” Dominic uttered.

I inhaled deeply and balled my hands in an attempt to stop the slight trembling for I did not even realize I was until he pointed it out. Dominic stepped closer with his eyes fixed on mine, full of longing and wanting, and his presence burned like wildfire in the midst of the pouring rain outside.

“Don’t.” The word ca out before I could stop it, shaky and unconvincing, as if I were begging him and warning him all at once. My mind was in a ss and his presence was making it even worse. I was already conflicted about which decisions to make in our situation, and yet my heart was still adding up to the stress, including my wolf that had been pacing around and purring in my head since he arrived.

“Don’t what?” he asked, taking another step closer, so close I could feel his breath ghosting against my skin.

I opened my mouth to reply, but the words got stuck in my throat. Don’t look at like that. Don’t say my na the way you do. Don’t make forget all the reasons I should not want you.

But I couldn’t speak.

His hand rose slowly, giving every opportunity to step back, to pull away, but I did not. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips brushing the edge of my jaw, and I hated the way my body betrayed , leaning into his touch as if it belonged there. I let out a shaky breath at the sudden jolt of electricity through my body.

“Trust ,” he uttered again, yet this ti, his voice was barely above a whisper, enticing.

I wanted to laugh, to scoff, to push him away. Trust him? After everything? The man who had been my undoing, who had shattered every part of and left in pieces? And yet, here he was, putting those pieces back together with nothing more than a look, a touch, a word. I had managed to protest him and argue with his proposals just minutes ago, I had made my decision, but he seed to know my weakness. His close proximity, his touch, his breath against my skin, were like a burning fla lting my frozen heart, smoldering the walls I had built.

“You’re impossible,” I muttered, the words weak and shaky with no conviction behind them. I knew he was a very persistent man, that he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, but I never thought I would be this easy to coax.

Was it because I deeply longed for him despite my denials?

“And you’re lying,” he replied, his lips quirking into a small, knowing smile.

And before I could protest, he closed the gap between us, his hand moving to cradle my face, sharing with the warmth of his touch, with his thumb brushing against my cheek in a way that made my pulse quicken.

“I want you,” he mumbled. “I long for you, Samantha.”

His words should not have affected the way they did, but they ripped through my defenses like they were made of paper. My chest rose and fell, each breath coming harder than the last as I fought to keep my composure. I should have pushed him away, and told him to leave... but I did not.

His confession made sothing inside snap and my wolf howl. It felt like the mate bond rose and thumped wildly against my heart, burning brighter against the thawing ice. I could not think, could not breathe, could not fight the storm raging within .

“No,” I said, but it was barely a whisper, more a plea than a rejection. I was unsure of what I wanted.

“Yes,” he countered, his hand sliding around my waist, fingers splaying against my back as he pulled closer. The heat of his body pressed against mine, igniting every nerve ending as if I had been cold my whole life and only now realized what warmth felt like, and my wolf purred, totally welcoming our mate without regard to the risks of reconciling with him.

“You want this too. Don’t fight .”

His lips hovered inches from mine, so close that I could feel the heat of his breath, but he did not move, didn’t close the gap. The tension between us was unbearable, like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing one wrong step would send plumting but still unable to pull away.

My mind scread at to stop this, to push him away, to remind him of all the reasons this could not happen. He had hurt , betrayed , shattered in ways I was not sure I could ever recover from. But my wolf... My wolf stirred inside , urging to give in, to let him in.

I hated him. I wanted him. I could not think straight.

“Stop,” I whispered, but it lacked conviction, making question my own words. My hands moved to his chest, and imdiately, his warmth seeped through my palm. But instead of shoving him away, my fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, clinging onto him, for my sanity, or perhaps, I just wanted to hold him, to keep him in place, to have him under my fingers. My touch betrayed my own words as my body leaned into him even as my mind begged to fight.

His hand on my back slid upward, his fingers brushing the nape of my neck, his thumb grazed my jawline, tilting my head slightly, and it forced to et his gaze. His eyes burned with sothing raw and untad, and I felt my resolve crumbling under the intensity of it. I wanted to fight him, to protest, and yet... I surrendered when his lips crashed onto mine.

It was not gentle, it wasn’t tentative... it was hungry, desperate as if he had been holding himself back for too long and could not bear it anymore. His lips claid mine with a fervor that made my knees go weak, and I clung to him for support, my fingers tangling in his shirt as if it were the only thing keeping sane.

I should have stopped him. I should have pulled away. But instead, I kissed him back, equaling the sa intensity he was giving, and even though my mind was cursing for being a fool, my heart rejoiced on the other hand. I did not know if this was a good idea, but what I was only certain at the mont, was... I missed him.

My hands moved of their own accord, sliding up his chest to his shoulders, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his shirt. His hands road down my sides, traveling so firmly yet gently like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go.

“Dominic—” I tried to protest, my call muffled against his lips, but he silenced with another kiss, desperately consuming as if he would not give another chance to argue with him.

“Don’t push away,” he murmured against my lips, then a light kiss before he spoke again. “Not tonight.”

Then his lips left mine, trailing down my jaw to the sensitive spot just below my ear. My breath hitched as his teeth grazed the skin there, followed by the soft, warm press of his lips. His hands slid lower, settling on my hips as he pulled flush against him, leaving no space between us.

My wolf wled her approval, her presence surging within , and I hated her for it. I hated the way she welcod him, the way she urged to give in to him, to surrender. But more than that, I hated the way my own body betrayed , responding to his every touch, his every kiss, as if it had been waiting for this mont all along.

“Why do you do this to ?” I whispered, shivering at the unrestrained wanting coursing through .

“Because you are mine,” he replied, raw, filled with a certainty that both terrified and thrilled .

His hands slid beneath the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing against my bare skin, and I shivered at the contact, making gasp at the sa ti. My heart pounded in my chest with each beat echoing like a drum in my ears. My mind scread at to stop this, to end it before it was too late, but my body refused to listen as I leaned closer to him, feeling his touch, his warmth, and relishing the electricity that made my insides throb, stimulating my core.

“You can’t just say things like that and expect to forget everything,” I said, trembling with the effort it took to speak.

“I am not asking you to forget,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my collarbone as he spoke. “I am asking you to feel.”

“Co with ,” he murmured. I knew what he ant, and I should have said no. I should have stopped this before it went too far. But the way he looked at shattered my resistance.

He took my hand and guided toward my bedroom where the door was left ajar. My legs felt like jelly, barely able to keep up with him, but I did not let go.

The mont we crossed the threshold and the door closed, he turned to , finding my hips as he kissed again before his hands found the hem of my shirt tugging them up and I hesitated for a mont.

“I can’t—” I started, but he silenced with a kiss, his hands sliding under my shirt to my chest, and the mont his fingers brushed my nipple, I gasped. He cupped my breast and squeezed, making arch my back to lean more to his touch as he continued to attack my neck with kisses.

Then I raised my arms, letting him pull the shirt over my head, and his gaze raked over , filled with a raw, unfiltered hunger that made my cheeks flush. His hands followed the path of his eyes, brushing over my shoulders, and down my arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

My hands trembled as I reached for him, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He stilled my hands with his, his lips curving into a soft, almost teasing smile before he took over, shrugging out of the fabric and tossing it aside. My breath hitched as my eyes took in the sight of him, broad shoulders, and taut muscles, and I was reminded of the tis I had felt him inside .

He stepped closer, his hands cupping my face as he kissed again, deeper this ti, his tongue sweeping against mine in a way that made my knees weak. He carried to the bed and began trailing kisses to my chest, taking a nipple into his mouth, and rolling against his tongue while his hand gave attention to the other. As he trailed lower, he discarded my shorts and underwear before he imdiately dove down, licking my pussy and playing with my clit. As his tongue played with my entrance, his hands worked on unbuckling his belt until he was left with all his naked glory. He ca back up and captured my lips, devouring as he brushed his cock against my slick pussy, teasing, and lubricating himself with my own wetness.

And when I felt the head of his cock prodding for my entrance, I gasped. He held my hips steady as he leaned back and watched my pussy stretch to accommodate his huge shaft. He moved, slow at first, while his thumb rubbed my clit, adding to the sensation in my core.

“Dominic, please.” I moaned, wanting more. I wanted him faster, harder, and deeper. I needed him to take like he always had, rough, and claiming.

“Patience, baby,” he whispered to my ears while his hands went back on molding my breasts and toying with my nipples, pinching and pulling them, making yelp and clench at the sensation he was causing.

The bed creaked beneath us as he began thrusting harder, and I clamped my hand over my mouth to muffle the moans escaping my lips, worried that I was being too loud and might wake the twins up from their sleep.