Dara shivered. The evening's wind was merciless against her bare skin. A moment later warmth slipped over her slim shoulders as Dominik covered her with his jacket. She turned, her hand reaching up to touch his. "Thank you," she said, her fingers lingering on his. She shivered again, only this time, it was his touch that moved her. She rose to face him.
Dara gazed at him curiously, almost with wonder. All of a sudden she felt the need to watch him, to examine every inch, every curve, every contour of his face. She had spent months looking at him each day for hours on end and yet, it seemed like this was the first time she ever really taken the time to admire him fully. The effect was startling for Dara, causing emotions to stir from deep within her. An ache that somehow felt familiar began to grow stronger with every second she spent in his presence.
"What is it?" Dominik's face relaxed, his manner calm. Inside, however, his feelings churned. He longed to reach out and run his fingertips along the side of her face. He longed to take her in his arms, to mold her frame to his. He longed to look deeply into her eyes and tell her things he had waited a lifetime to say. He longed for all of these things and more, but fought the urge to do what his heart demanded from him. It would be improper of him to make another careless advance on her, no matter how much he burned to do so.
"It's so peaceful out here," she commented softly, her eyes never leaving his. "The moonlight, the silence, it's been a perfect evening." Her gaze flickered to the Manor, where the evening's festivities were just kicking into high gear. She'd left early to walk along the South lawn, letting her bare feet pad through the clipped grass, her Prada sandals dangling in one hand, a flute of champagne in the other. Dominik, missing her presence, had soon followed, finding her sitting quietly in the gazebo his Mother used for when she painted the never ending landscape of trees, long grass and wildflowers that connected to the edge of the South and East lawns.
Dara had left for a specific reason. It wasn't the loud music or the crowd of Port Charles elite greeting her at every turn. It wasn't the arrival of Edward Quartermaine and his litany of partners that brought a quick exit. It wasn't even Justus and Taggert, her old flames and the striking beauties both had brought to the engagement.
It was him.
A roar of greeting had come suddenly from the bar as Dominik finally made his entrance. Dara's throat constricted immediately, her cheeks flushing with heat. This had been going on for a number of weeks now. He'd walk into the room and she'd suddenly feel a need to cool down. She downed the liquor quickly, giving herself momentary relief, but her eyes were locked onto the black Armani clad businessman currently meeting and greeting his way through the eager crowd. Vitali Inc. had made a successful merger with a European firm. His normally stoic demeanor had eased into one of warmth and triumph. Dara watched carefully as his gaze rose and scanned the room several times before stopping on her.
Dara blinked twice as Dominik slowly made his way towards her, his path defined. Her heart had begun to pound as he drew closer. They had quickly embraced, it was a celebration, after all. Dara had been instrumental in securing the billion dollar deal with their European counterparts. He'd handed her the flute, his fingers gently touching hers. Their eyes had locked, as they had done many times in the past, only this time, a new connection was growing between them.
Want.
Need.
Desire.
Lust.
Neither knew which one it was, but it rendered both of them speechless and they downed their drinks, hoping to squelch the immense feeling rushing through them. They'd parted, spending the next few hours socializing with others, busying themselves so their thoughts would not drift to what they longed for. But it seemed a futile effort. Whenever one would look up at the sea of people, the other would be gazing at them and their eyes would meet. Something was brewing between them, both were aware of it.
That awareness brought them out to the courtyard, where behind the darkness and privacy of the lush greenery they had shared a kiss. Not one of innocence between good friends, but a release both had needed. A confirmation of what the other was feeling and a sensuous prophecy of what would follow.
Dominik's heart lurched as he remembered the taste of her on his lips. His entire body ached for her, his eyes closed as he willed himself to pull it together. His emotions swirled and his breath quickened, unwilling to comply with his rigid demands.
Dara's face began to flush once more, her breath becoming shallow. Her hands moved without warning. Her tongue ran along her lips, preparing herself for what she could no longer avoid. Here, under the moonlight, in his Mother's place of tranquility, she made her feelings known.
It was him, and what he did to her.
Dara pulled Dominik to her, his scent intoxicating her as their lips met in a slow, lingering kiss that consumed them both instantly. Dominik had been startled by the gesture, but had greedily welcomed it. He pulled her to him, his hands roaming the curvaceous physique of the woman he had longed to feel this way since first meeting her. Dara's arms wrapped tightly around his neck, unable to do much more than hang on as Dominik's touch possessed all of her attention and energy. Being in his arms, she felt protected and loved, cherished by him. His hands moved slowly and deliberately along her, and Dara knew Dominik desired to rid her of the fabric separating him from her. With that knowledge, her hands came alive, her crave to feel him taking hold.
As their hands moved, their mouths opened, shyly at first, but more feverishly as the seconds ticked past. Their embrace became more frantic, they wanted more, so much more from each other, and Dominik finally pulled his mouth from hers, only to trail them along her neck, his tongue running along her collarbone. A moan escaped Dara's lips and her fingers grappled into his dark hair. They were lost, with no desire to be found ever again. Their private world was born and neither could fathom ever retreating from it. Tears rolled down Dara's cheeks as Dominik turned his attention to the other side of her neck.
She wanted nothing more than for this moment to continue, but Dara knew that they would eventually need to come back to reality.
"Dominik," she gasped over and over, trying to coax him back but failing each time. "Please Dominik," she begged finally, "let me speak."
Dominik relented his dizzying assault, but wouldn't let her leave his arms. If he had his way, she never would. Both took several deep breaths to gather their composure until Dara spoke.
"Look at me," she ordered softly. Dominik complied, his dark eyes boring into hers. Dara nearly lost her composure, if she was going to get through this, her will had to be resilient. Once she was sure she wouldn't abandon her words to claim his lips, she spoke. "I have wanted to do this for so long. To feel you," she said hoarsely, struggling with her words, his gaze unnerving her. "And I want, I want..." she faltered, her voice trailing off. Her head dropped slightly, too embarrassed to continue.
Dominik placed his hand under her chin and slowly brought it back up, his lips caressing hers tenderly. Breaking off, he pulled back slightly. "Tell me what you want Dara, I will not refuse you," he assured her.
Dara eyes lit up gratefully at his words. His reassurance was as she needed. Reaching to twine her hands in his, she looked up. "Take me home," she whispered.
Dominik's eyes flickered in agreement, no clarification was necessary. The couple lapsed into silence as they headed back to the Manor, both lost in their own thoughts, but connected by their tightly laced hands. As they reentered the Manor, the party was still in full swing and both were greeted by the elaborate decorations, the upbeat music and the endless supply of guests. It took several minutes to make it through the crowd, Dominik leading the way to the marble staircase. Their mutual hunger and excitement grew with every second as they climbed each step, turning left down towards Dominik's wing of the Manor. The party soon became a dull noise in the background as they headed down the hall, passing doorway upon doorway, the moon being their only source of light as it streamed in through the windows. Finally they reached Dominik's bedroom and he led her inside, letting go of her hand to lock the door behind them. She smiled, trying to calm her nerves, but feeling herself shake, she clasped her arms around herself. Deep breaths, she told herself, take deep breaths.
"I'll make a fire," Dominik offered, gesturing to the cozy fireplace that sat adjacent to the large king sized bed that occupied one wall. Opposite to the fireplace was the terrace doors, leading out to the private balcony. Dara placed her shoes on the marble edging of the fireplace and crossed the room, opening the large French doors. The winds had calmed down considerably and Dara took in a deep breath of evening air.
Dominik turned back from the fire that now lit the room in a warm, amber glow. He watched Dara as she stood, her Vera Wang gown clinging to her voluptuous frame, her hands resting on the doorknobs as she gazed at the stars. Quietly, he removed his shoes and socks and silently moved across the floor to join her.
"Hi," he murmured, his arms snaking around her waist, pulling her gently to him. Dara's hands closed around his, already he was making her weak at the knees. His head bent down and he began a slow trail of feathery kisses along the nape of her neck, moving her dark hair to continue along the back. Dara let out a soft moan, he'd found a sensitive spot. She pressed against him, urging him to be more generous in this area. Her mouth watered as she felt his arrousal push against her. Another moan escaped her as the heat between her legs increased. Dominik's hands rose from her hips and closed over her breasts.
Dara's eyes flew open in a sudden panic. Dominik felt her tighten and instantly removed his hands. "What is it?" he asked.
The words tumbled out before Dara could compose herself. "It's been so long since I've been with someone."
"Oh?"
Dominik's voice was calming. He was burning for her, but if she had fears or doubts, he would stop immediately. His pleasure could only be achieved if Dara wanted to recieve it as well.
Dara nodded. "I've only ever been with four men." Oh, god, why did she say *that*? Smooth, Dara, real smooth. Fearing the worst in Dominik's reaction, she tried to step away from him, but his arms encircled her once again, soothing her gently.
"I'm listening." Dominik had no real desire to hear of the men who had already been fortunate enough to be with Dara. His jealousy coarsed through him but something in her voice told him to be patient, that she was more anxious than he realized.
Dara paused. Her first time had been a nightmare. A senior at University took her virginity and then spent the next few days crowing about it to anyone who would listen. Taggert and Justus were kind, giving lovers, but she hadn't been able to shake her fears of that first time. Her fourth encounter had been pure physical gratification. Both had been terribly lonely. He had been gentle and understanding, despite their slightly inebriated state at the time. She didn't regret it, hearing a man cry out his passion in Russian had sent her over the edge and it had been a steamy, one night affair, but Dara wanted more, even in her inexperience, she wanted to know what this magical thing called making love was all about. It wasn't until her first kiss with Dominik that she realized she wanted to make this discovery with him.
"It's been so long, since..." she admitted. "I just don't know if I can do this right."
Dominik nodded understandingly. "Of course, we will take this slow. Never be ashamed of yourself Dara, especially in something so intimate, so special" he murmured, his breath tickling her neck. "We will go only as far as you wish," he promised.
"Okay," Dara whispered.
Dominik's hands slowly found their way back up to her breasts as his tongue darted out to graze her earlobe, sending shivers through Dara. Dominik's hands gently squeezed and pulled, feeling her ample mounds through the thin fabric. His hands continued up her chest, cascading over her shoulders to wear the straps were. Seconds passed as he freed her entirely from the confines of the gown, his hands now having free roam over her bare skin.
Dara lifted her arms, closing them around his neck, revelling in Dominik's tender exploration. "Do you like this?" he asked as his thumbs circled her nipples, coaxing them to attention. Dara nodded quickly, resting her head against his chest, only able to offer the faintest of sighs. His hands moved again, stopping when her breath quickened, when he would again ask and she would answer.
Dominik enjoyed feelings her soft, smooth skin, shivering each time a pleasure filled sound escaped her throat. His hands dipped lower, past her navel, to her most intimate of places. Dara gasped as she felt his hands brush against the soft hair. "Do you like this?" he asked, his voice now hoarse.
"Yes," Dara spoke finally, her tone matching his. She trembled violently as his fingers gently pushed their way passed the folds of skin, inside her wetness, his thumb resting on her throbbing pearl. "Do you like this?" he whispered, his arrousal pressing once again against her.
"Oh, God," she responded. "Don't stop."
Dominik's fingers began to move, slowly at first, but at Dara's insistence, his movements became faster and faster. Dara's sighs became louder and harder to contain and she clutched onto Dominik until she stiffened, her release rushing out. Dominik groaned as the warm juices drenched his hand. He waited until the shuddering stopped before he removed his hand. Dara turned on shaky legs to face him. She watched with glazed eyes as he lifted his hand and carefully licked it, tasting her sweetness. She swallowed as he offered a satisfied grin. She never anticipated anything like this before, to feel like this with Dominik. It was exhilirating, being so safe and free with him like this.
But he wasn't done.
Dara watched wordlessly as Dominik quickly disrobed, tossing his clothes aside until he stood completely nude in front of her. A gentle gust of wind blew in from the outside, pushing Dara towards him. She gazed at him in awe. He was perfection personified, and she wanted to explore it. Cautious hands rose and began to dance careful steps up his forearms to broad shoulders. Dominik's breath became shallow, she'd barely touched him and she was already driving him wild. Dara's hands became more assertive as they roamed across his chest and down his washboard stomach, gently kneading his flesh. He moaned when her lips descended on his chest, planting soft kisses everywhere she could. His hands rested in her tresses, the evidence of his errection throbbing, demanding attention.
Just as Dominik was about to end her intoxicating assault, he lost all will when she took him in her mouth.
"Dara, oh Dara," he groaned, his voice thick will lust. He was losing his balance, his knees were giving way to the pure pleasure. Her tongue swirled, her mouth moved and Dominik was powerless to stop her. His head arched up, his eyes open and the stars shone brilliantly, as far as he could see. A moment later, he exploded into her mouth. Dara drank it all in, to the last drop. Dominik was an experienced lover, but nothing like that had ever happened to him before.
Dominik's shaking hands took hers and he pulled her up. Her passion filled eyes met his. "Tonight was supposed to be about what you want," he whispered.
Dara's eyes shone sudden tears. "I'm not going anywhere without you," she responded fiercely. Dominik smiled broadly at her declaration and he cupped her face in his hands, pulling her to him. Their lips met in a leisure kiss until their mouths opened, their tongues tasting the juices on the other's mouth. Their hunger grew and their hands responded, touching, pulling, insisting from each other. Dominik tore his lips from hers, only to claim her full breasts, giving each a generous amount of attention. Her whimpers grew, her need to feel Dominik grew at a feverish pace. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and Dominik responded, picking her up and placing her in the middle of the bed. Her arms reached out to him, she needed him, now.
Dominik shook his head. Dara watched in wonder as he crawled towards her, parting her thighs, his mouth dropping to her moistness. Dara squealed when his tongue began a torturously slow exploration of her moist center. She was on fire, tossing her head from side to side, her hands searching for anything to grab onto. Dominik would suckle her nub, feeling her muffle her cries of pleasure. Unsatisfied, he would pull away, illiciting a moan of disaproval from Dara's lips, only to lavish attention to her core, his tongue running along her velvety walls. Dara bit her lip painfully, she wanted to cry out, but feared the noise would alert those downstairs. She sucked in her breath as she released, feeling her entire body tremble with relief.
Dominik pulled his mouth from her and lay beside her, possessively hugging her to him. His mouth demanded hers and his hands once again, began to roam her body. The fire warmed them and the evening wind coming through the open doors cooled them creating a pleasing sensation on their twined, naked forms.
"Do you like this?" he asked between stolen kisses. Dara nodded, her fingernails grazing his chest. Rolling her onto her back, Dominik parted her thighs again, grinding himself against her. Dara's mouth opened, but no pleasure filled cry came out. "Do you like this?" he asked more forcefully.
"Yes," came her breathless answer.
"You do not make the sounds of a woman enjoying herself. Are you?"
Dara's eyes flew open. His bore into hers, demanding an answer.
Dominik's eyes softened. "What do you fear about making love to me?"
"I don't fear making love to you!" she insisted. Dara's eyes flickered to the doorway. Dominik turned and he chuckled. "You don't want others to hear of two people enganging in a loving union?"
Dara nodded. Dominik waved his hand away. "Pay no worry to them. Liberate yourself Dara. Speak what you desire, when you feel it. I guarantee you will not regret it."
Dara nodded again. Dominik's face broke into a lustful grin. "Then I will continue to ask you until you answer," he declared.
With that, he entered her, the movement making Dara's face crumple with joy. Her eyes closed, relishing him deep inside her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he began to slowly thrust into her. Dara moved with him, matching his rythym, her hands lacing with his.
"Do you like this?" he asked hoarsely.
"Yes," Dara whimpered.
"Louder," he demanded, his thrusts becomming faster, harder, deeper.
Dara's back arched, her heels pushing him in further. She groaned loudly, her walls tightening against Dominik's manhood. She startled slightly as a fierce gutteral groan came from him and her eyes opened to watch him. It was an amazing sight, the concentration on his face, his dark eyes boring into hers. His message was clear.
Come with me.
"Do you like this?" he growled. He could see it in her eyes, the changes she was going through. He persevered, he wanted to take her to places she'd only dreamed of being.
"Yes," Dara's voice moaned loudly. Dominik's pace increased, pushing to the hilt. She was letting herself go, she was almost there. Her groans were growing louder, more confident, more insistent.
"Tell me! Tell me!" he shouted, feeling Dara tense, her walls clamping down on him, but his words were no match as Dara's lips opened and her cries of ecstacy drowned him out. They were joined, feverishly racing to the finish of what had been a mind blowing journey. Who cared if anyone heard them? They didn't, they were too busy taking each other on their blissful path to their own private rapture. Dominik cried out himself as he climaxed deep within her. Dara came seconds later, the sounds she had pent up for so long, unleashing in the most beautiful music Dominik had ever heard.
Finally, when their cries had ceased, Dominik rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Their slick forms clung together as they basked in the after glow. They murmured their love to each other, Dominik pulling the silk sheets loosely around them, letting their heat keep them warm. He waited until Dara had drifted off to sleep, before he reached for the bedside phone and made his call.
"Danté Vitali, at your service," the voice crooned into the phone. Dominik smiled, he was glad his baby brother was enjoying the efforts of his party planning. Danté was a well respected and sought after marketing expert for Vitali Inc., he should be celebrating the months of work he and others put into the deal.
"Hey, everything still going well?" Dominik asked, his eyes scanning the digital clock resting on his bedside table.
"Are you kidding? This sucker's gonna go till dawn, at least!" Danté exclaimed as his eyes roved the busy dance floor. Turning his attention to his brother, he asked, "what's wrong, you sound really tired."
Running his fingers gently along Dara's smooth back, Dominik smiled, "I am, to be honest. I won't be joining you for the rest of the night. I wanted to make sure you had everything under control."
Danté nodded, his eyes now resting on the mocha skinned beauty making waves on the dance floor, a crowd slowly gathering around her as she and her dance partner did justice to the Artist's "Gett Off". He let out a low, approving wistle as he admired her moves, and her curves and her mane of dark curls, the list could go on. Realizing that his brother was waiting for his response, he turned his attention away from her and back to the matter. "Uh, yeah, I can handle down here no problem." His eyes scanned the room quickly, frowning slightly, "I can't see Dara anywhere. Did she leave and go home?"
Dominik let out a throaty chuckle, before he leaned down to press a kiss against her forehead. "Yes, Dante, Dara came home," he confirmed happily. And there, she would surely stay.
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