Why Dominic Fike Lyrics Novels & Stories

{Lyra} I wasn’t prepared for the way Dominic’s expression dimmed, like someone had pulled a curtain over the sun. One second he was that teasing, grinning man who’d stolen fries from my plate when he thought I wasn’t looking—and the next, he looked like someone sifting through ghosts. “You don’t have to tell me,” I said gently, squeezing his hand. “If it’s too much, we can just walk and pretend I never asked.” But he shook his head slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was holding back something heavier than words. “No. You deserve to know.”

Lance mouthed out of the blue subsequently stealing my attention. “Right? Why did you even said yes to that?” I was just curious about why he said yes. “Because even after everything that happened, Dominic still was a part of my life. He’s my first to everything. He’s my first kiss, my first love and quite honestly, he’s the first person that made me see my true sexuality.” “You’ve got a point.” I muttered. I don’t know their full story but I’m sure Dominic made a huge impact on Lance’s life that he was willing to sing at their wedding. He’s even willing to write an original song for them.

Amelia said winking at him. "It's not possible that I won't return here, I am in love already and I am already seeing myself moving in with you, and just so you know, I do not scare easily, I plan to stick around for a very very long time, now that I am here, it's only God that can stop me from coming back," Dominic said with a smile. It might sound like a joke to her, but he meant every word that he just uttered, and he meant it when he said that it is only God that can stop him now, that's if God literally comes down in person.

"And now, I'm gonna sing." And sing he did. While all of us shimmed and danced and rolled awkwardly on the dance floor — but enjoying it all the while, Dominic belted out one song after another, with his deep and smooth baritone. Soon, we were all behind the DJ booth, singing our hearts out as we swayed and danced together. And, I swear to God, I would go the ends of the earth for these dear friends. ________

I didn’t shout, didn’t scream—the words were too simple, too true, to need any extra force. He blinked at me, as though my words had struck him somewhere deep. “I want you to see me… just a little like how you saw him,” he whispered, his lips grazing the inside of my palm as he kissed it, his warmth lingering on my skin. “You promised me…” My nose wrinkled in disgust. “I promised you?” I scoffed. “You promised… anyone but him,” Dominic replied, his voice thick with bitterness, his emotions unraveling. I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I looked away. “Dominic,” I said flatly, “You’re scaring me.”

“Fico drove the first two hours.” So he wants to visit my parents again? Why? To apologize to them in person? I hide a smile. My pounding heart does a backflip against my ribs. “Gimme a minute. I'll call Daddy.” Before I can walk away, Dominico's arm stops me, holding me still by the waist. Dom hugs me tight. The soft, silky strands of his hair brush against my ear as he murmurs an apology, forcing me to be still in his arms. “Okay. Can't breathe.” I force a chuckle. “I missed you so fucking much.” •

Dominic let out a groan which she swallowed in a kiss. He pulled back for a moment. "Promise me you won't hate me more after this." Nicola searched his eyes for humor but found none. She sighed. "I don't hate you. And I promise to not start hating you now because of this." Dominic smiled. "I l- God, you are so beautiful." And he captured her lips with his, hooking his fingers on the towel and pulling it off of her. <><><>

I exclaimed, swearing to myself that after this, I wasn't going to leave her alone ever again. "Blake let me tell you something," Dominic then started so I sat silently, wanting to cherish this time with her even though the glass between us was suffocating me. "I knew I was going to be thrown into jail. This is like a game to me, I wanted to test it out. It's not that bad. Food's good. So, chill, 'aight?" She says, smugly leaning back on her chair. This made me smile slightly, she knew her words were relaxing to hear. "You're insane Demonic," I state which made her grin, mischief was written all over her face and I loved it. I loved her.

Chapter 18 - Heat of the Party "Why are you crying, Fire?" Dominic asks, pulling away from the kiss. His hand leaves my now messy hair, his thumb gently wiping away the tears of happiness from my face. I couldn't help but chuckle as I lean into his touch, nuzzling his hand and sighing contently.

Ignoring the flutter in her stomach, she replied, “Wishful thinking on your part, Rock.” --- Dominic couldn’t help but smile. “You’d like people to see what a good girl you are for me, how well you take my cock.” And he’d love for others to see it. Not in this place, around all these strange wolves he didn’t know or trust, but he couldn’t resist teasing her with the idea. “Careful, you’re at risk of disappearing into La La Land.” “So if I slipped my finger inside you right now, you wouldn’t be wet?”