Time lost all meaning.
The penthouse became their sanctuary, their prison, their battlefield. Days folded into nights, marked only by the rise and fall of Ava’s breath beneath Dominic’s body.
She woke with his hands already on her, half-asleep murmurs turning into gasps as he coaxed her back into the fire. They ate between kisses, drank between rounds, showered only to find themselves tangled against the glass wall, steam blurring the skyline as his mouth devoured her neck.
The world outside ceased to exist.
Dominic had abandoned his schedule. Calls went unanswered, meetings rescheduled without explanation. His assistant stopped knocking on the penthouse door after the third time he barked at her to go away.
Ava should have been terrified of what they were sacrificing. But instead she
