Chapter 292

A breathless clash of their lips and tongues; desperate and unstrategic, like two people dying of thirst. There was no overthinking, no hesitation—the sea in a desert finally finding water. It was messy, frantic, and completely out of control.

Vespera wrapped her arms around Dominic’s neck. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, lingering against her lips like he never wanted to leave.

What had started wild and reckless began to slow, turning rich and deep, intense in its restraint. Her heart trembled violently. Her hands slid inside his robe, tracing up his chest, then slipped beneath his shoulder to push the silk fabric aside. Her fingertips followed the curve of his back, downward.