The kiss was soft at first. Then it deepened. His lips moved against hers with a growing urgency.
"Dominic," she whispered.
His name on her lips was enough to drive him insane.
In one swift motion, he pulled her flush against him, his arms wrapping around her waist with possessive intensity.
The kiss turned hotter. His hands began to roam over her body urgently. His touch burned through her, sending a shiver down her spine.
Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, then into his hair.
Dominic broke the kiss only to trail his lips along her jaw, down to her neck, his breath warm against her skin. Every touch, every kiss left trails of fire behind them.
"I want you," he whispered.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
That was all he needed.
He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as their lips collided again fiercely.
Touches turned frantic. Clothes became barriers, and they soon discarded them.
