Callie’s POV
The sound of our breathing filled the room. They were heavy and uneven.
For a few seconds, I couldn’t move. My body felt like it didn’t belong to me anymore, like it had been pulled apart and stitched back together wrong. My limbs were weak, my chest rising and falling too fast, my skin still burning from everything that had just happened.
Then I felt his hand. It felt warm, firm and steady.
Dominic shifted beside me on the couch, his breath still rough as he reached for my wrists. The tie around them loosened, the pressure easing as he carefully untangled it.
The moment my hands were free, I didn’t think. I just moved. I turned toward him and leaned in, pressing my lips to his in a soft and slow kiss. Completely different from everything we’d just done.
For a moment, he
