15th January- Canary Islands, Spain
Letty’s beach house
Dom’s POV
“Stop… please stop. I can’t… take anymore.” She whispered, her voice laced with a ray of emotions. Pain was definitely there but the under tone in her voice was laced with pleasure and it took everything I had in me to do as she asked. Releasing her face slowly I moved my hand off her leg as I gave her the distance she asked for.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?” I asked quietly. She shook her head, eyes closed tightly.
“No.” She mouthed.
“I shouldn’t have pushed like that, I’m sorry. I just…” I trailed off trying to word what I wanted to say.
“Dom you didn’t hurt me, just shocked me. It’s been a long time since you’ve touched me, since anyone but Leon and…him have touched me. It was just a little too much.”
“He won’t ever touch you again.” I promised, not needing to say Demetri’s name for her to understand who I meant.
“I know.” The sadness in her voice broke my heart once more and I reached forward, completely losing myself to my own thoughts that I forgot about her space.
“I wanna help Let, what can I do to help you?” I pleaded as I took her face in my hands again; shifting so I was almost nose to nose with her.
“Just… stay.”
“I’m here Let, I’m not going anywhere this time. I’ve made that mistake before and it’s not going to happen again.” I vowed, shuddering at the memory of the D.R.
“Can you promise me that?” She whispered, her vulnerability shining through loud and clear.
“I can promise you I will never willingly leave you.” Gently I wiped away her tears, moving closer so I could pull her towards me.
“Please don’t cry Let, I hate seeing you cry.” I whispered as I pulled her completely to me wrapping my arms around her while she buried her head in my neck, both her hands tightly clutching my shirt holding me to her.
We stayed in the same position for hours while I gently soothed her. Her tears long subsided but neither of us moved; content to stay the way we were basking in the huge milestone we had achieved.
“Did you mean it?” She asked suddenly and I frowned, looking down at her as she stared up at me.
“Which part?” I asked softly.
“When you said you didn’t want him to be the last person to touch me? Do you mean that?”
“Of course I do. If I could Let I would-“ I was cut off suddenly as her lips met mine. Startled I was slow to react but after a few beats I pressed my lips to hers harder. Just from one kiss a spark ignited between us. An unnamed emotion taking over us as I held her tighter, while her lips opened on their own accord as she begged me for entrance.
I gave her entrance willingly, both of us groaning loudly in unison as our tongues met for the first time in years. We battled it out, both of us fighting for control over one another until I lost, letting Letty take the lead. Her hands pushed me down until I lay back on the couch, her form shifting over me as I pulled her closer.
Somewhere in the back of my foggy brain where all rational thoughts had deserted me, I tried to be good only holding her where I thought would be okay; hips, waist, lower back, arms. She whimpered as the intensity of the kiss rose, neither of us willing to part for a second even for air. A move we’d mastered years before.
I lost all sense of time as I lost myself completely to her demands. Her hands running up my shirt, nails scratching lightly as I groaned in return. My hold on her hips tightening as she did it over and over again.
The fog broke though as her hands drifted lower and it was then I realised what we’d done. Ripping my lips away from hers I gently grabbed her hands, resting them on my chest as I took her face in my hands once more.
“Wait, what are we doing?” I whispered harshly, my breathing still laboured.
“You said you meant it.” She whispered back confused and I nodded, still not understanding.
“Yeah, I do mean it.”
“Then take me please.” She whispered, her lips moving back to claim mine but I reeled back as understanding dawned on me.
“Letty stop. When I said that I didn’t mean… not right now I didn’t mean this.”
“I know but I want this.”
“No you don’t, come morning you’ll regret this and we’ll have taken one step forward and six steps back. I couldn’t bear the thought of you regretting this, not after so long.” I spoke pained.
“Dom that scar, that’s nothing compared to the invisible ones. You don’t want him to be the last person to touch me there but I don’t want him to be the last person to be… I need this, we both do. Do you know what I thought about after every time he’d force me? I thought of you Dom. Didn’t matter how much I blamed you or how angry I was all I wanted was you. All I thought about was how special you had made me feel. I’m begging you please, make love to me and I promise you I won’t regret this in the morning.” She pleaded and I slumped, floored by her words as she silently begged me.