(Ava’s POV)
I didn’t know how long we’d been tangled in Dominic’s sheets—only that time had stopped mattering the moment his mouth found mine again.
His hands were in my hair, his body pressed against mine, our kisses deepening until they stole every coherent thought from my mind. It was overwhelming, this pull I felt toward him, this need that refused to be tamed. I had never felt so desired. So wanted. So… alive.
Every touch, every look, every breath—it consumed me.
Dominic’s lips trailed down my neck, sending sparks across my skin as his fingers tugged at the hem of my blouse, lifting it higher. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest, and my body ached for him, for more.
“I want you,” he whispered against my collarbone, voice low and raw. “But only if you’re sure.”
