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He kissed me like I was oxygen and he’d been drowning without me. 

His mouth crashed into mine, wild and consuming, pulling a gasp from my throat before he swallowed it whole. His hand slid into my hair, fingers twisting just tight enough to make my knees weaken. I felt his hunger in every movement, every press of his lips, every possessive drag of his tongue against mine. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate. And it lit something feral in me. 

The taste of tea lingered on my tongue, but his kiss burned that away replaced it with the flavor of him: dark, bitter–sweet, something like espresso and danger. God, he always tasted like danger. 

I clawed at his shirt, needing to feel the heat beneath, needing to feel him. My fingers slipped on the buttons, cursing under my breath, but then I had him skin to skin. My palms flattened against his chest, and he groaned, hips shifting closer like he couldn’t get close enough. Muscle met muscle, hot and tight and trembling with restraint. 

He broke the kiss with a gasp and looked down at me eyes dark, hooded, lips swollen, breathing like he’d run miles. “You don’t know what you’re doing 

to me,” he rasped. 

I pressed my lips to his again, teasing, breathless. “I think I do.” 

His hands were under my shirt a second later, and then it was gone ripped up over my head and flung somewhere behind us. I shivered at the air, but not from cold. His gaze hit me like a body blow, lingering on the lace of my bra like it was some kind of divine offering. 

“You wore this for me?” 

I smirked. “Didn’t expect you to rip it off.” 

He didn’t. Not yet. 

Instead, he leaned in, kissing a trail down my neck, slow, reverent, like every inch of me was sacred. His mouth met the top swell of my breasts, and I couldn’t stop the way my body arched toward him, begging silently. 

Then click he undid the clasp, slid the straps down my arms, slow as a striptease, until the lace fell away and I was bare to him. My breath caught. He stepped back a half step, gaze dragging down my chest like it was a goddamn prayer. 

“Perfect,” he murmured. “Fucking perfect.” 

Then his mouth was on me hot, sucking, tongue flicking over my nipple while his hand palmed the other breast, thumb brushing back and forth in lazy, mind–melting strokes. I moaned, loud, shameless, tangling my fingers in his hair as he worked me over. 

He switched sides, and I nearly cried out at the loss, only to suck in another breath as his mouth wrapped around the other nipple. Teeth grazed, tongue soothed, his free hand trailing lower over my ribs, down my stomach leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

He kissed up to my throat again, lips brushing my skin as his hand found the button of my slacks. I felt him undo it, felt the zipper slide down like the slow drawl of thunder. 

“You’re shaking,” he murmured. 

“You’re slow,” I hissed through clenched teeth, hips twitching. 

That cocky grin of his broke through. “You’ll thank me for that.” 

And I did. 

The moment his fingers slipped beneath my panties and stroked me, I fucking thanked him with a gasp so loud it echoed through the kitchen. I was wet soaked and he groaned at the feel of it, pressing a kiss to my jaw as his middle finger slid in like my body had been waiting for him all day. 

My back arched, mouth open, no sound coming out for a second before I moaned again long and rough. He kissed me hard, his finger curling inside, 

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dragging that spot that made my knees go liquid. 

“God, Aria,” he muttered against my lips. “So wet.” 

“For you,” I whispered, moving my hips against his hand, grinding. 

He added another finger, stretching me with care and filth at the same time, watching my face like he needed every flicker of reaction burned into memory. And I gave it to him half–lidded eyes, bitten lip, soft gasp when his thumb brushed over my clit and made my whole body jerk. 

“You like watching me fall apart?” I asked, defiant even as my voice shook. 

His smirk turned dark. “Always. But tonight…” 

His fingers thrust slow, deep, deliberate. 

“…I want to watch you burn.” 

I did. 

His thumb circled, pressure maddening. My nails dug into his back, legs wide, braced on the counter as I rocked into him. My nipples still ached from his mouth, slick heat coating my thighs. I was loud now, panting, moaning his name like a chant between every ragged breath. 

“Dominic I’m” 

“I know. Let go. I’ve got you.” 

And I shattered. 

Every muscle tensed then released in a wave of white–hot bliss. My mouth opened on a silent cry, head thrown back, fingers clinging to him like I’d float away without the anchor of his body. He kept going, drawing it out, letting me ride every pulse, every aftershock, until I was trembling mess in his arms. 

Only when I sagged against him did he pull his fingers out slick with my release and raise them to his mouth. 

He sucked them clean, eyes locked on mine, slow, deliberate, filthy. 

“Next,” he said, voice deep and rough as sin, “I want to taste you properly.” 

The words sent heat rocketing through my already wrecked body, as if my orgasm had only been the first spark this, this was the flame. My thighs were still trembling from his fingers, my breath uneven, chest flushed, nipples tight and glistening from his mouth. And he wasn’t done. 

God help me, I didn’t want him to be. 

Dominic’s hand slipped back to the waistband of my slacks, tugging them down along with my soaked panties in one fluid movement, kneeling as he went. I watched him descend like a man worshiping at an altar, and I was the sacrament, wet and spread and ruined. 

My back hit the cabinets behind me as I braced myself, hands gripping the edge of the counter, heart hammering in my chest. His hands gripped my thighs, thumbs stroking the inside slowly, almost teasing. He looked up at me eyes black with heat, lips parted and I forgot how to fucking breathe. 

Then he leaned in. 

The first pass of his tongue was slow, languid, like a taste test he never planned to stop sampling. He groaned low in his throat, like my taste did something to him he didn’t know how to fight. I jerked at the sensation, hips twitching, a helpless moan torn from my throat. 

“Fuck,” I hissed. 

His grip on my thighs tightened, anchoring me in place, spreading me wider. He buried his mouth between my legs, lips sealing around my clit as he sucked hard, then softened, licking in steady, slow strokes that built heat like a rising tide. His tongue was fucking lethal circling, flicking, plunging in tandem with the rhythm of his fingers just minutes before. But now there was no restraint. Just hunger. 

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He devoured me. 

I didn’t recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth half sob, half gasp, all need. I could feel every detail of him: the warmth of his breath against my skin, the wet glide of his tongue, the scrape of faint stubble as his jaw pressed against my inner thighs. 

I writhed, hips bucking into his face, chasing every flick of pleasure, and he let me. Encouraged me. One hand left my thigh to grip my ass, pulling me closer, pressing me against his mouth like he wanted to drown in me. 

“Dominic fuck please ” 

His eyes flicked up, locking on mine, and that look dark, smug, possessive sent a jolt straight through me. He didn’t speak, just moaned into my cunt, the vibration tearing a cry from my lips as my head snapped back. 

I could feel it building again, fast and fierce, a storm coiling in my belly, tightening with every stroke of his tongue, every teasing suck, every dark, delicious noise he made as he devoured me like he owned me. 

And maybe he did. 

Because no one else had ever made me feel like this untethered, undone, completely exposed and completely safe all at once. 

My fingers tangled in his hair, gripping hard. “Don’t stop. Right there. Right there” 

He didn’t stop. 

His tongue circled tighter, pressure perfect, merciless. The tension snapped in an instant I came hard against his mouth, thighs clenching around his head, a scream ripped from deep inside me as pleasure shattered through every nerve ending like lightning striking bone. 

I was shaking. Breathless. Eyes glazed. And still he licked me through it, gentle now, like he couldn’t stop tasting me even when I was too sensitive to take it. I whimpered, pulling at his hair, trying to breathe again. 

When he finally pulled back, his lips were wet, glistening with me, his mouth swollen from use. He looked up at me with the smugness of a god who knew his offering had been accepted. 

“I think I like this kind of date,” he said, voice wrecked. 

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