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didn’t it?” he whispered.
     
    Slowly, she nodded.
     
    Domenico moved, using his Lyccan speed to reverse their positions, with Misty suddenly on the chair and him kneeling down a few feet away from her.
     
    The blur of movement shocked her, and Misty could only blink when she saw Domenico on his knees at the opposite side of the room. “ Domenico ?”
     
    He started to crawl.
     
    “No!”
     
    She ran to him before she could stop herself, the image of Domenico crawling towards her so painful it made her chest tighten. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t feel, the pain was so great. Misty pushed him back so that he would rest on his haunches. “Why are you doing this?” she asked brokenly.
     
    “Because I want you to understand,” he answered fiercely. “Did it feel bad for you to crawl to me because you wanted me so much?”
     
    She shook her head mutely.
     
    “Did you feel bad when I started crawling to you?”
     
    “Yes!” she burst out.
     
    “But I will do that any fucking time in front of a thousand people if it means I will have you back!”
     
    The naked emotions in Domenico’s eyes were too much, and she started to look away. But Domenico had never gone easy on her, and he was no different now. He cupped her face and made her look at him.
     
    “I love you, Misty. And I will crawl for you, beg you---I’ll do anything just to make you mine again. It didn’t feel bad to me because I was doing it for you.” His fingers slid through her hair, tightening in a possessive grip. “You’ve been gone for sixteen fucking months, and I was lost. All that I had going for me was the hope – this undying hope that I would see you again one day and when that time comes, I’ll have you back.”
     
    His voice turned hoarse. “Misty, I meant what I said. I’ll do anything to---”
     
    Misty’s lips suddenly covered his, arms wrapping around his neck, her kiss effectively silencing him.
     
    He knew what she was doing, knew that she couldn’t bear to hear the rest of what he had to say because she wasn’t yet sure what her answer would be. Or maybe she already knew but simply didn’t want to tell him right now.
     
    Either way, it was a rejection.
     
    And it hurt.
     
    But Domenico pushed the pain away. If Misty could not forgive him now, then so be it. He could not and would never blame her for it, after all the pain he had caused her. He would simply try again.
     
    Tears fell from her eyes, mingling with the taste of Domenico’s lips. “Domenico,” she whispered. More tears fell at the sound of his name on her lips. All the months they had been apart, she had not let herself speak his name. And she was right not to. Because right now, the sound of it was already breaking her.
     
    Domenico’s chest constricted at the bittersweet familiarity of Misty’s voice saying his name. He could feel her trembling, not just out of desire but now out of hurt remembrance of bad memories.
     
    “Please,” Misty said shakily, hiding her face in the crook of his neck as she embraced him more tightly towards him.
     
    “Please what, darling?” he asked rawly.
     
    “Please just make love to me tonight.” Misty felt Domenico draw a swift hard breath at her words, his chest heaving against hers.
     
    And then he was sweeping her up in his arms and lowering her to bed.
     
    “Open your legs.”
     
    She had barely finished doing so when his cock was already entering her, so deeply that she could almost swear it was touching her heart. Domenico suddenly pulled out and sank back into her in one swift, deliciously hard move, and she whimpered in shocked pleasure.
     
    “Ready?” He stared down at her.
     
    “R-ready for what?”
     
    “This.” Domenico tossed her legs over his shoulders, pulling his cock out before ramming back into her in full force.
     
    Misty gasped.
     
    But it was just the beginning. Domenico was relentless, pounding into her faster and harder with each thrust, her body shaking