Chapter 217: Dangerous Addiction

Dorian turned to her immediately. "You want me to show you how? Here..." He reached for her phone. "It’s easy."

Naomi snatched it back before he could do anything. "No!"

"Naomi."

She held the phone against her chest. "It may not be glamorous, Dorian, but it is ours. This beginning defines us."

"Maybe replay the video and think deeply about that last sentence because I’m not sure we see the same thing."

Naomi rolled her eyes. "Oh, don’t be dense."

"I’m traumatised."

Naomi tried not to laugh but failed.

He rubbed a hand over his face. "Babe..."

The word came out with such genuine misery that Naomi’s laughter softened. Underneath all the horror and wounded dignity, she understood him.

Dorian wasn’t really upset because they had looked ridiculous.

Well, he was definitely upset about that. But that wasn’t all of it.

He wanted what they had now to somehow reach backward and repair what they had been then. He wanted their beginning to look worthy of what their marriage had become.

She placed her phone safely on the bed, well out of his deleting reach, then shifted closer.

Dorian watched her as she climbed onto his thighs and settled there, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She brushed her fingers lightly through the hair at the back of his neck. "Maybe this disaster of a wedding is a sign that we will last forever."

"How do you figure?" Dorian asked.

Naomi smiled at him. "Your first three marriages, I am guessing, were glamorous."

"I get your point." He said it so quickly that Naomi laughed.

"This is ours," Naomi said, her smile softening. "The embarrassing moment that turned out to be the best decision we made."

That was true. They had made one of the biggest decisions of their lives while drunk enough to forget making it. There had been no careful planning, no guest list, no expensive flowers or perfectly rehearsed vows. There had also barely been functioning motor skills.

And yet somehow, that disaster had led them here.

"It is, isn’t it?" Dorian smiled as his fingers lifted to her face. "It really is." He leaned in and took her lips between his.

Naomi softened against him.

And Dorian deepened the kiss, one hand sliding around her waist as he held her closer. When he finally pulled back, his expression had changed to that of hunger.

Dorian made his intentions known without bothering to disguise them. "I want you."

Naomi’s lips curved. "I’m so glad I married a stud, because I want you too."

Considering how many times they had made love that day, it was a wonder either of them had any energy left.

Dorian’s smile widened with embarrassing pride.

Calling him a stud was fuel for him, and after that disaster of a wedding, he needed some vitality to his soul.

He looked at her with exuberant satisfaction before kissing her again. He spread her legs wider over his lap, his hand moving between them as he pressed against her sex through her underwear.

Naomi’s breath caught against his mouth. She stubbornly held the kiss anyway, even though heat was already building through her and she had several things she would very much like to say about his hands.

Dorian could feel how difficult she was finding it to stay composed.

That only encouraged him.

He kept his fingers circling.

When Naomi couldn’t hold it anymore, she broke the kiss with a gasp and moaned his name, her eyes dropping helplessly to where his fingers were still working between her legs.

"Dorian... You’re so good at that. You’re so damn good at that." Naomi tried to catch her breath, but that was becoming a pointless exercise. Every slow movement of his fingers made her body lose sense even further. "You know exactly what you’re doing to me," she whispered, staring down at his hand. "You always know."

Another moan escaped her.

"Shit... don’t stop."

He kept touching her until Naomi was practically melting against him, her head tipping back while her fingers tightened around his shoulders.

Then, without warning, Dorian scooped her into his arms.

He carried her across the room toward the large ottoman and laid her on her back.

Naomi looked up at him, still breathless.

"I’ve never had an addiction my entire life. Until you." he said, eyes darkened.

Her body burned as he leaned over her.

He lowered himself onto her and pulled the bodice of her dress down, revealing the firm bra beneath. His hands closed around both breasts, gentle but firm enough to make Naomi inhale sharply.

"Oh..."

He pulled the cups down.

The moment his tongue touched her nipple, Naomi moaned.

"Oh..." Her back arched slightly beneath him. "That feels so good."

With both breasts in his hands, he suckled one nipple and then the other, taking his time while Naomi’s fingers moved into his hair.

She watched him as much as she could, eyes half-lidded. "You’re going to kill me one day," she murmured. "And I’m probably going to thank you for it."

Dorian’s mouth curved against her skin. He gave her nipple another slow pull with his mouth.

By the time he finally lifted his head, Naomi was flushed, breathless and completely incapable of reasoning.

Soon, his clothes were off.

Her underwear was gone.

Dorian positioned himself between her thighs while on his knees.

She spread herself wider to welcome him. Her eyes stayed on his face.

Dorian entered her with a low grunt.

She grabbed at the edge of the ottoman, her lips parting as she adjusted around him. "Fuck..."

Dorian began to move slowly.

Naomi’s eyes fluttered closed, but only briefly. She wanted to see him. She always wanted to see him.

Every shift of his hips drew another sound from her, and soon the words started coming too, spilling from her mouth without any real filter.

"Dorian... You look so good. How can you look this good while doing this to me." She couldn’t help herself. "You’re incredible... shit... yes, like that." She pushed herself up onto her elbows, determined to watch. Her gaze dropped and she watched his cock disappear in and out of her, and the sight alone sent another rush of heat through her.

"Shit!"