Chapter 120

Dominic POV

The kiss started slow, languid. Just the gentle slide of mouths in the quiet dark but deepening quickly as need sparked between them.

Dominic shifted closer, one hand cupping the side of her face while the other roamed freely, mapping the familiar terrain of her body.

Her soft sighs turned into small, breathless gasps as his touch became more insistent. The covers rustled around them, the air growing heavier with every kiss and every shift of their bodies against each other.

Dominic let the weight of the day fall away piece by piece as he lost himself in her. Her scent, her taste… the way she moved against him like she’d been waiting all day for this too.

He hoped she had.

Soon, the room was filled with nothing but the sound of their breathing, the low murmur of his voice against her skin against the muted city noise bleeding in through the glass windows beyond the drawn curtains.

Here, in this bed, with her beneath him, there were no Matteo-shaped problems. No wars to fight against the Carusos that would eventually end in their demises. No power plays to counter with his own clever tricks.

Just Aurora and the unshakable need to claim her again and again until all that remained was the quiet certainty that she was his and he was hers.

Dominic eased her onto her back, his mouth still moving over hers like he couldn’t quite get enough, he’d been starving all day and was finally finding what he’d been craving. Her hands slid into his hair, fingers curling around the short lengths in order to tug him closer.

He groaned against her mouth.

“Missed you,” he murmured, the words tumbling out of him with little hesitation. He was never one to divulge his feelings, least of all out loud, but Aurora always seemed to change his mind.

She smiled faintly, still half-asleep but meeting his kiss with growing hunger once again. “You were gone forever. I missed you too.”

He kissed her again before answering, because he didn’t want to explain, didn’t want to bring Matteo or politics into their bed when he’s been so desperate to leave them at the door where they belonged. “I’m right here.”

His hands moved over her slowly, savoring the feel of her warm skin under his palms, the small shiver that ran through her when his fingers traced the curve of her waist. He pushed the thin straps of her camisole off her shoulders, baring more of her to his gaze and to his touch.

She arched toward him when his lips trailed down her throat, the soft scrape of his stubble making her gasp and squirm. He pressed a line of kisses along her collarbone and loved tasting her skin. There was a faint sweetness to it of whatever lotion she’d used before climbing into bed.

Dominic’s hand slid lower, skimming over her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts.

Her breath hitched, her thighs parting instinctively to welcome his touch.

“You’re warm,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear as rubbed over her mound. “So fucking soft…”

Her own fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him down into another bruising kiss. This one was messier, wetter when their tongues slid together and his hand found exactly what he was looking for between her legs.

She moaned into his mouth when he parted her lower lips and speared a finger into her, her hips rocking up against his palm in slow, needy movements. He kept his touch steady, teasing before adding another finger, until her breathing turned ragged and she broke the kiss with a soft whimper.

“Dominic…” Her voice was breathless and pleading, the sound of it shooting straight through him and down to his cock.

He didn’t make her wait long, pulling his fingers out of her and rolling his hips against hers so she could feel exactly how hard he was. He stripped her shorts away, tossing them aside. Her camisole followed, leaving her bare in the low light.

He sat back just enough to look at her, hair mussed from sleep and lips kiss-swollen and chest rising and falling fast.

Beautiful.

His.

Leaning down, he kissed her again, slower this time, even as he positioned himself between her thighs. She hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer while the heat of her pressed against him.

“Tell me you want me,” he said, voice low and rough with barely contained restraint.

“I want you,” she whispered without hesitation, her nails dragging lightly down his back. “Always.”

That was all he needed to hear.

He pushed inside her slowly, every inch of her tightening around him, drawing a hiss from between his teeth as her walls squeezed. Her eyes fluttered shut, her mouth parting on a quiet gasp.

Dominic had to force himself not to lose control too quickly.

For a moment, they just stayed like that, him buried deep inside her while her legs wrapped around him, their foreheads touching as they breathed each other in.

Then he began to move.

Slow at first, letting her feel every inch of him as he withdrew and slid back in. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her soft sounds of pleasure filling the air between them. He kissed her every time she moaned his name, swallowed her breath when she whispered for more, more, more.

Her hips rose to meet his with each thrust, the rhythm between them building into something frantic. The world outside ceased to exist. There was just the heat of her body against his and the sound of her voice speaking his name while she clung to him like he was her only life line in the whole world.

He shifted, angling his hips until the movement made her gasp, her nails biting into his skin.

“Right there?” he murmured.

She nodded quickly, breathless and he kept that pace, kept hitting that spot until her body tightened around him in a way that told him she was close.

“Come for me,” he told her.

She obeyed, her release breaking over her in a rush. Her cry was muffled against his mouth as he kissed her through it. She pulsed around him, dragging him over the edge with her and into his own release as it his hard and fast.

His grip on her tightening while he buried himself deep and stayed there, letting her walls flutter around him and drain him dry.

For a long moment after, they stayed tangled together, sweat cooling on their skin.

Dominic pressed soft kisses into her hair, his hand stroking lazily over her back.

“You’re mine,” he murmured.

She smiled faintly against his chest. “And you’re mine.”

Life was finally perfect.