Page 87 of A Half-Blood’s Escape
"I didn't learn all of this in one day," he said. "Took me quite a lot of years."
"I don't have as many as you, though," I sighed.
"Lara, when I marked you, our souls were connected. That means you will live as long as I do."
I looked at him confused and tilted my head to the side. I had never heard of this, but then again, hybrids had only really mated with hybrids. They had always been the rulers. This was the first time in history that there weren't any female hybrids to mate with.
"Wait ... what?"
He chuckled a little and nodded.
"So, what if you die?" I asked. "Do I die too?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but I could already see the answer on his face.
"Not right away," he said. "If let us say in a hundred years I somehow died, age would catch up with you, and you would die."
I looked at him shocked.
"But that is not going to happen, because it takes more than just a simple bullet to kill a hybrid," he said.
"But why didn't you tell me this when I complained about the aging thing?!" I asked.
"You wouldn't listen," he said and shrugged.
He had a point. I hadn't wanted to listen to anything he really had to say.
"Fair point ..." I mumbled.
Dominic smiled and leaned closer, kissing the side of my neck, then gently biting it and then sucking on it, making me relax completely, as I leaned my head back and moaned.
"H-How am I ever going to learn anything, when you keep distracting me like this?" I panted.
"I have no idea," he just chuckled. "But I can't keep my hands off you."
Before I knew it, he had pushed his things on the desk to the side, making room for me and then placing me on it, as he found his place between my legs. It always ended like this. I would lose concentration when it came to work, and he would use that as his opportunity to make sure I relaxed. He reached between us, as our lips connected, and unbuttoned my pants, unzipping them and yanking them down, before he pulled back and then turned me around, bending me over his desk, as he pulled my pants further down. He only pulled them down to under my knees, so my legs were a little closed.
Then he started to kiss his way down my back, pulling up my t-shirt, until his lips finally connected with my back, which made me whimper a little, as I felt their warmth. He continued to kiss his way down, biting down on one of my ass cheeks.
"Ouch!" I said as he increased the pressure without a doubt leaving a mark.
I looked over my shoulder, but he just smiled proudly at me. He always loved to leave marks all over my body, making sure there was no doubt I was his. He then ripped my panties apart.
"Come on!" I said.
He just spanked my ass for complaining.
"I won't have any underwear soon!"
He leaned over my body, kissing my neck, and biting it before saying:
"I don't give a shit."
"I do!"
"I like you better without any," he just chuckled.
"Oh, I am sure."
