Mila could feel the urgency, the way his control was slipping. The warmth of his touch, the strength of his hold, the intensity of his desire—it all seeped into her, weakening her resolve.
Her resistance faltered.
She was still sore from last night's intimacy. Yet this time, she couldn't bring herself to push him away. Her fingers, which had been pushing him away moments ago, slipped into his hair.
And just like that, she kissed him back, pulling him closer.
He groaned in satisfaction and pushed her short nightdress over her head. His strong hands started to stroke her breasts gently.
Mila could feel her nipples tightening. A shiver ran through her as her body reacted instinctively to his touch. She arched toward him unconsciously, surrendering herself to the moment.
Dominic watched her closely, every reaction fueling him further. Slowly, he lowered his head and took one breast into his mouth, drawing soft, breathless sounds from her.
