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Dominic stilled, the air between us crackling with tension. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his green eyes darkened, his gaze dropping briefly to my exposed collarbone before snapping back up to my face.
"Like you used to?" I added, my voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment, he didn’t move, and I wondered if I’d made a mistake. But then, he pushed off the door, his steps deliberate and slow as he approached the bed. The mattress dipped slightly as he sat down beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body and could smell him, so insanely close my head spun.
"Ellie," he said softly, his voice husky and tinged with restraint. "Are you sure about this?"
Instead of answering, I lifted my shirt over my head and let it drop to the floor. My skin prickled as the air hit it, and I felt exposed—not just physically but emotionally. I knew the weight of what I was asking, the unspoken history between us that hung heavy in the room. I was naked, completely, beneath my shirt, no bra, no cover, just me. Dominic's gaze swept over me, lingering for a moment too long on the swell of my chest, the curve of my waist. His breathing grew heavier, and his hand flexed on his thigh as if he was trying to hold himself back.
"Ellie," he said again, his voice rougher this time.
"I’m sure," I whispered. My hands trembled as I reached out, brushing my fingers against his. "Please."
His resolve shattered in an instant. He cupped my cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin. The other hand settled on my waist, his touch firm yet careful, as if he was afraid I might break. He pulled me closer to myself and inhaled sharply, his breath quickening as he took in my scent.
"God, I’ve missed you," he murmured, his lips ghosting over my temple.
I shivered, the heat in the room replaced by a different kind of fire. His hands slid down the small of my back, his palm moist against my skin, and swiftly, without hesitation and struggle, he lifted me, his hands clasping down my butt cheeks and placed me atop his legs, in a way that I straddled him.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his lips brushing against the corner of my mouth.
"Yes," I breathed, tilting my head up to close the gap between us. “But as hard, and harsh as you would when...”
When our lips met, it was as though every emotion we had buried, every regret and longing, came rushing to the surface. His kiss was intense, claiming, as though he was trying to erase the time we’d spent apart. His hand slid up my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine, while the other tangled in my hair. I gasped against his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders as I melted into him.
Dominic pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against mine. His green eyes burned into me, his voice low and hoarse. "Tell me to stop if it’s too much. I mean it."
"I don’t want you to stop," I said, my voice trembling with equal parts need and certainty.
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips before he kissed me again, deeper this time, as if he was finally letting go of the restraint he’d been holding onto. Every touch, every kiss, was a reminder of what we had shared, what we had lost, and what we were now reclaiming. I returned the kiss, trembling, feverish, wanting more than he was offering. While straddling him, I began to rotated my hips, grinding my core against his thighs, careful not to get burned by his jean. He didn’t break apart, not yet, he couldn’t.
Dominic groaned softly against my lips, his hands finding their way to my hips as I moved against him. The friction sent sparks shooting through my body, and I couldn't suppress the shiver that coursed down my spine. His grip tightened, his fingers pressing into my skin, grounding me even as I felt like I was floating.
"Ellie," he murmured, his voice low and rough, breaking the kiss just enough to look at me. His green eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide with desire. "You’re playing with fire."
"Then let me burn," I whispered, my voice breathless and unsteady.
His hands slid up my sides, his touch searing through me, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He leaned forward, his mouth finding the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I gasped, tilting my head back to give him better access. His teeth grazed my skin lightly before his tongue soothed the spot, sending a rush of heat pooling low in my belly.
I arched against him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pressed closer. My movements became more deliberate, my hips grinding against him with increasing urgency. The rough denim of his jeans teased me, the pressure almost too much and yet not enough.
"God, Ellie," he groaned, his voice strained as his hands returned to my hips, guiding my movements with a firmness that made my breath hitch. "Do you know what you’re doing to me?"
I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. Words felt impossible as the intensity of the moment swallowed us whole. Instead, I leaned in, capturing his lips again in a hunger and desperation kiss. His response was immediate, his lips moving against mine with an intensity that left me dizzy.
His tongue invaded my mouth again, dancing with mine. I was soon pushing against him, our mouths pressed together in a long, passionate kiss. I drew my tongue over his teeth and swallowed his groan of pleasure as we slid closer to each other, no visible things in our surrounding. He was such an intense kisser. I felt light-headed, running out of breath but I couldn't bring myself to tear my mouth off his. I caressed his neck subconsciously, scratching his skin. He seemed to like it because he groaned against my mouth and tightened his hold against my bums
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