Dominic POV
She tasted like strawberries and sin.
Her lips moved against mine in a slow, needy rhythm, her fingers threading through my hair, gripping just tight enough to make my breath hitch. Every inch of her body was pressed into me—her thighs brushing mine, her soft curves melting into my chest like we were made to fit this way.
My hands were on her waist, then sliding down, gripping her ass—tight and perfect and mine. I pulled her into me, letting her feel exactly what she was doing to me. My body ached for hers in a way that felt damn near uncontrollable. I could feel myself growing harder with every kiss, every soft sigh that escaped her.
She let out the quietest moan when I ground my hips against her side, instinctively, aching for friction. That sound—it shot straight throug
