Dominic kissed her chin, then his lips dragged down to her neck.
Her breath came uneven and shallow.
'No…' her mind protested weakly. But her hands clutched him, pulling him closer.
His fingers slid lower, catching the edge of her nightdress and pushing it up slowly, deliberately. The fabric lifted inch by inch, exposing her skin to his gaze.
His lips brushed against her thigh before moving upward, lingering against her abdomen and savoring every reaction she gave him.
Mila shuddered, chills tightening her skin. Every nerve in her body seemed to come alive under his touch. She turned her face away, trying to hold on to what little control she had left.
But it was slipping rapidly.
His touch deepened, more intimate, more knowing. His lips moved higher. When he took her nipple inside his mouth, a broken sound slipped past her lips. Her fingers clutched the sheets beneath her.
Dominic lifted his eyes to her face, watching her reaction.
