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  “I love you, am in love with you. I don’t expect anything in return, don’t expect you to feel the same way, but I want you to know. When I gave myself to you that night it was because I wanted to, because I wanted to share that part of myself with you. Maybe I didn’t know it right away, but deep down my heart had known it.” She took a calm, steadying breath and gauged his reaction before she continued.

  “It wasn’t just a coincidence that you saved me from Jake that night. I don’t believe that for one minute.” Chloe cupped his cheek. She could feel the stubble of a day’s worth of growth scrape across her palm. “I have loved you from the moment I knew what the concept was. I may have been young, but my heart and body knew that you were what I wanted.” Chloe dropped her hand and shook her head. Everything she had ever done in her life slammed into her mind and all of it didn’t seem as important as this one moment.

  “I just had to tell you so you knew the truth. I knew what I wanted then and I know what I want now. You may think this is wrong because I call you uncle, but what we shared was not taboo or incestuous. I don’t feel this is wrong in anyway.” She pushed away from him because she couldn’t bear to me near him any longer.

  Just as she went to stand, he gripped her wrists in a steady hold. Chloe’s breath stalled in her lungs. She could hear him swallow and saw the gears working in his brilliant mind.

  “I did become an active SEAL again because of what you said. I couldn’t stand to even look at myself in the mirror. I saw a man that violated his niece, that stole something so vital and precious from her.” His grip on her wrists slowly loosened when he realized she wouldn’t leave.

  “These feelings I have for you have been my downfall, Chloe. I've watched you grow into a beautiful, intelligent woman. I haven’t been able to steer my thoughts away from feeling you, touching you, holding you.” Dominic pulled her closer to him. “I tried to punish myself for what I did to you, tried to erase the guilt and disgust that swallowed me whole. I tried to drown myself in violence and anger, but nothing I did could erase how I felt for you.”

  When the lone tear slipped down his cheek Chloe’s breath halted in her lungs. She had never seen Dominic cry. He had always been the strong, invincible man in her eyes, but watching him shed the tears showed her how utterly human he really was.

  “I love you, Chloe. God help me but I love you. Maybe I’ll always think it's wrong, maybe I’ll never be able to get rid of the guilt, but I can’t let you go. I’ve tried and I’ve failed.”

  Not wanting to spare another minute, Chloe leaned in the rest of the way and pressed her mouth against his. Tears started to slip down her face even though she tried to hold them in. “I’m here and I am not going anywhere.” Tilting her head, she opened her mouth over his. She slid her tongue along his lips. The taste was salty from her tears. Thankfully he didn’t push her away, but instead caressed her tongue with his own.

  Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heart skipped a beat when his hands speared into her hair and pulled her closer. She climbed onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. Breath mingling together, Chloe kissed Dominic like it was the last thing she would ever do.

  “All these years I thought about this. All these years I’ve imagined how your mouth would feel on mine,” he murmured against her lips.

  “Just love me, Dominic. Make the past eight years of loneliness disappear.” The hands in her hair suddenly tightened and she gasped as he pulled her head back. He made a slow path down her throat with his lips and tongue. The sting from his hands in her hair didn’t deter her from feeling the intense pleasure of his mouth on her throat.

  “I have ached for you, Chloe.” He stood abruptly. Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her hold around his neck. He brought his lips back to hers and she sucked on his tongue as he walked them out of the living room and up the stairs. His arms were wrapped around her tight, his strength insurmountable. His thighs, like twin tree trunks, carried them up the flight of stairs with ease. The feelings that washed through her at being so close to him again, after all these years, had her remembering this feeling of security and protectiveness she found with him when she was a little girl.

  When she opened her eyes, she saw that he was standing in front of his bedroom door and her heart sped up. “Dominic?” Was she saying his name to drag him out of his hazy look, or was she saying his name because taking this into the bedroom that he had shared with her aunt seemed almost too far. When he stepped into his room and walked toward the bed, she stared into his hard set face. He let her body slid down his and she could feel the defined, hard length of his cock nudge her belly.

  He moved away, shut the door, and then stopped in front of her. Chloe looked over her shoulder and stared wide eyed at the monstrous bed.

  “I got rid of the one I shared with Clara.”

  She wondered if her thoughts had been that transparent. Sure, it had been eight years since Clara had lived in this cottage, but still, the idea of making love with Dominic in the same bed that they slept in was something Chloe wasn’t going to do, as stupid as that sounded given the fact her and Dominic had already been intimate.

  “Come here, Chloe.”

  She licked her lips and did as he asked. Those three little words held a touch of dominance that she couldn’t deny made her even wetter. The alcohol she consumed, as little as it had been, coursed through her veins and seemed to light them on fire. She could smell the whiskey on his breath and it made her hotter, more aroused. She wanted to feel his breath coasting over her nude flesh, causing it to pebble with awareness and tingle with want. She just wanted him.

  “Take your clothes off, slowly.”

  Oh God. He was using that voice she was sure he reserved for the SEALS he commanded, that same deep tone that brokered no argument. She shivered from the intensity. Chloe went for the buttons of her shirt. Slowly plucking each one out of its hole, she pushed the material off her shoulders and felt it flutter to the ground beside her feet. She didn’t wear a bra, a bad habit, or maybe it was a good one, she conceded.

  When she went for the button and zipper of her shorts, Dominic shook his head and took a step forward. There was no space between them now, only the raw, hungry passion that sizzled between them.

  Dominic cupped both of her breasts. He did nothing but hold the twin weights in his palms for so long that Chloe started to breathe harder, heavier in anticipation. Who would have thought that one, light touch would drive her crazy with lust?

  When she didn’t think she could stand another minute, Dominic ran his thumbs over the engorged peaks. She arched her back as pleasure washed through her. Her nipples, those two, small beads of tissue tightened up further. She could actually feel the blood rush to them, filling them, heating them, making them even more sensitive.

  Chloe peeled her eyes open—she hadn’t even realized she closed them. The only thing she could see was Dominic’s dark head descending, and then the warm, wet cavern of his mouth closing over one of her nipples. He tugged and sucked on the tip until she was pleading, begging him for more. He alternated between both of her breasts and was unrelenting in his onslaught.

  When he lifted his head he didn’t give her any time to think. He captured her mouth with his, speared his tongue inside and stroked it along her own. Chloe moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She tried to rub herself on him, tried to created friction to ease the ache that settled between her thighs.

  Without breaking the kiss, his hands landed on her hips and stopped her movements. Dipping his fingers in the waistband of her shorts, he slowly peeled them down her legs until she was forced to kick them off. What she wore wasn’t the small, white bikini underwear like she had all those years ago. The thong she had on was thin and transparent material that didn’t hide anything, that left nothing to the imagination.

  Dominic surprised her further by dropping to his knees in front of her and burying his face against her mound. Instinctively spearing her hands through his
hair, the pleasure of his mouth on the most sensitive part of her body almost had her becoming dizzy with the feel of euphoria he caused within her.

  “Oh God, Dominic.” His hands snaked up the back of her legs and cupped her ass cheeks. He squeezed the mounds with a little force so that a sting of pain accompanied the pleasure. Chloe wanted more, needed more. She spread her legs a little wider and pressed her cunt to his face. She could hear him inhale and then groan loudly. Chloe took that moment to really look at him. Although he hadn’t changed much in the past eight years, he did seem harder, emotionally and physically. His dark hair was short, but the strands stood on end. The sight was endearing and attractive all in the same breath. Never had she thought she would be in this position, but here she was, spread wide, her Uncle Dominic between her thighs.

  He gripped one of her thighs and lifted it so it rested over his shoulder. She was spread so wide now that she could feel her pussy lips pull apart. He buried his face deeper into the valley between her legs and the feel of his hot, humid breath excited her. She knew the thong she wore was soaked, could practically feel her juices coat her inner thighs.

  Holding onto him as if her life depended on it, he used his other hand to peel her thong to the side, baring her cunt. He ate her out ferociously. He was merciless as he ran his tongue up and down her slit, teased her clit to a fever pitch, and then shoved his tongue into her clenching hole. Over and over he did this, never stopping until she sucked in a harsh breath and tensed as her climax crested. She cried out his name continuously and felt as if she were falling. It wasn’t until she felt the cool sheets against her back that she realized Dominic had lifted her and laid her on the middle of the mattress.

  “Oh, Chloe, my sweet little Chloe.” His voice by her ear dragged her back from oblivion. “The things you do to me. The way you make me feel...” It was almost like he was speaking to himself. She thought he would elaborate on what he said, but even though he kept quiet, she knew what he meant. She felt the same way.

  Chloe watched in rapt awe as he moved away from her and removed his pants. Even in the darkness of the room she could see how hard he was, could see the dark thatch of hair that surrounded the giant between his legs. Pussy clenched from the sight alone, she still remembered how it felt to have that cock buried inside of her.

  She pushed to a sitting position and fought the wave of dizziness that threatened to control her. Reaching out until her hands brushed along his thick, muscular thighs, she pulled him forward until his dick was no more than a few inches from her face. He smelled so good, a musky, masculine scent that had her vagina seeping, her body preparing itself for his penetration.

  Chloe could see raw desire in his eyes. Jaw clenched tight and eyes heavy lidded, he looked like the solider she knew him to be. She wanted to break his control, to have him so frantic and aroused that he couldn’t think straight. She brought her gaze back to the erection right in front of her face and prayed to whoever was listening that she wouldn’t screw this up. Would he be able to tell she had never given head? There was only one way to find out.

  Chapter Twelve

  Chloe leaned forward and ran her tongue along the bulbous head of Dominic’s cock. She licked the clear fluid that had already accumulated at the tip and a flash of pleasure filled her from his taste. Slightly salty, yet completely addicting, his flavor was like nothing she had ever tasted. Opening her mouth wider, she sucked the head into her mouth and ran her tongue along the ridged underside of his shaft. She explored him until he was imprinted in her memory. His hands were fisted in her hair, the strands clenched tight in his fists. She grew bolder, opening her mouth wider, and felt her jaw pop as she tried to engulf all of his thick erection.

  “Fuck, Chloe. Nice and easy, baby, or I won’t last.”

  Chloe let his penis slide from her mouth and panted as she looked up at him. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Tell me, Dominic. Tell me how to pleasure you.” She didn’t want to ruin this for him. Chloe wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to tell her what to do, wanted him to exert that hardcore dominance she knew he harbored. As if her words trigged something inside of him, his breathing increased and his hands tightened in her hair.

  “Oh Fuck, Chloe. Those words, that sweet submissive side of you is going to make me cum so hard, baby.” She leaned forward, wanting to feel his erection fully in her mouth. The tip brushed along her closed lips. “You’re doing such a good job already. You’re so good, Chloe, so perfect.” He stared down at her, his voice deeply aroused.

  “Open you mouth and suck on the head. Run your tongue along the slit.” She did as he said. Chloe moved along the silky smooth head of his cock. She pressed her tongue against the tiny slit, experimentally pushed it in and heard him groan. The sound was like gravel, rough, intense.

  “Open your mouth wider and run your tongue along the underside of my shaft.” She hesitated for a moment. “Do it, Chloe.” His voice had gone steely hard and her pussy quivered. Nipples beaded tight, she spread her legs and moved closer to him. The soft hair on his legs tickled her nipples and a shiver raced up her spine.

  She did as he asked because although she loved him telling her what he liked, she didn’t want to disobey him. She took as much of him as she could and felt her mouth stretch wider and her jaw started to ache. She didn’t care, though, because the pain brought on more pleasure.

  “Use your hand to stroke what you can’t reach, Chloe. Stroke me while you suck me.” Making a small whimpering noise around him, she lifted her hand and gripped the root of his cock. Not able to encompass the whole girth in her hand, she tried to get at least half of his erection in her mouth.

  When she didn’t move, he started to push his hips back and forth. His grip on her hair didn’t loosen and he used it as leverage to fuck her face. He moved her head back and forth with his hand while his hips pumped forward. His grunts started to become louder with each passing second. Chloe moaned around his shaft and he started to move faster until the tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat. She gagged slightly and the sound only seemed to inflame him. He thrust harder, faster.

  She used her hand to stroke what her mouth couldn’t reach. The sensation of his dick in her hand and in her mouth had heat traveling through her and Chloe started to move her hips on the bed. The material that covered her pussy was slick with her cream and rubbed her pussy lips erotically as she moved faster on the mattress, trying to reach her climax that was perilously close.

  “Grab my balls, baby. Roll them in your palms as you suck me. Do it, Chloe.”

  She lifted her other hand to cup his balls. The twin weights were substantially heavy in her palm. She squeezed his balls as she sucked his cock. Her orgasm climbed closer and closer to the surface. Moving her cunt faster on the bed, the stimulation had her orgasm coming on fast.

  “Don’t come until I tell you to.”

  Snapping her eyes open at his comment, she stopped her movement on the bed. She could have cried the pleasure was so intense. Even though she wanted to come so bad, hearing him tell her what she could and couldn’t do made her hotter.

  He watched her intently and started to thrust wildly and groan loud and long. He was going to come and she wanted it down her throat. The first shot of his hot, warm spunk down her throat was a surprise, but she greedily swallowed. His cock just kept pumping the thick fluid into her mouth, but try as she might, she couldn’t swallow it fast enough and it spilled out the corner of her mouth and over her lips.

  Oh God. How I probably look to him right now: body on fire, his cum dripping down my face and onto my breasts.

  Chloe sucked in a great lungful of air. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stand the pleasure any longer. The sheet under her cunt was soaked, her pussy so swollen she swore she could feel each fiber press through her thong and rub along her cleft.

  “On your hands and knees.”

  Flickering her eyes down to his cock, she couldn’t believe that he was still hard as a rock after the loa
d he had just spilled down her throat. She turned around and crawled on her hands and knees to the top of the bed and looked behind her. Dominic stroked himself, his gaze trained on her pussy and ass.

  “Eight fucking years I’ve thought about your pretty pussy. Eight years I’ve beat off thinking about how tight and hot you were, how sweet your little cunt would feel as it gripped my cock..” He settled behind her and gripped her ass to massage the globes. Spreading the cheeks apart, she felt cool air tease her flesh. His fingers snaked under the thin band and he tore the panties away from her, leaving her completely exposed.

  “How many have you fucked besides me, Chloe? Tell me!” He sounded possessive, even jealous. Her belly tightened at the thought.

  “Who have you fucked, Chloe?” Voice rougher, more demanding, he slapped her ass. She gasped in surprise and felt the blood rush to the area he had abused. It felt good, really good.

  “No one. You're the only one I’ve fucked.” Chloe didn’t dare lie to him. She had tried to date, but whenever she was about to become intimate with someone else, all she could think about was Dominic. Crying out again when his open palm connected with the side of her ass, she felt her cream slide down her inner thigh. He continued to smack her ass, the sound of flesh on flesh rang throughout the room and heightened the eroticism of the act.

  Blood rushed to where his hand landed and the pain morphed into intense pleasure that had her eyes watering and the need to be fucked by him almost unbearable.

  “Please.” Hot tears slid down her cheeks. She bunched the sheets in her hands and lifted her ass for more of his beautiful torture.

  “Please what, Chloe? Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.” He continued to spank her, his hand moving closer and closer to her dripping cunt. His thigh wedged between hers and pushed them out more, so that the next time he spanked her he made contact with her swollen pussy.