The heavy oak door of the penthouse clicked shut, instantly locking out the hum of the city traffic and the suffocating echo of the corporate gala. The silence of the foyer was thick, charged with a volatile energy that had been building between them since the moment they had entered the car.
Dominic didn't take another step. He didn't even wait for Aria to kick off her high heels or put down her small clutch. The second the lock turned, the last thread of his iron-clad restraint snapped completely.
He turned on his heel, his movements sudden and fueled by a desperate, exhausting hunger, and pulled Aria forcefully into his arms. He didn't just hold her; he anchored her against him, burying his face deep into the crook of her neck. He inhaled sharply, soaking in the familiar, sweet scent
