Elara
When Dominic pulled me into the private elevator for the presidential suite, his kisses came The second Dominic pulled me into the private elevator, he backed me against the wall. His hand shot up behind my head, palm flat against the cold metal to cushion the impact.
The gesture was protective and possessive all at once. My heart hammered against my ribs.
Then his mouth crashed into mine.
Not gentle. Not slow. Like he'd been starving for this, for me.
The doors slid shut and the world outside disappeared.
His other hand swiped the key card and punched the button for the top floor while his lips captured mine. I melted into him, all my walls crumbling. He kissed me deep and hungry, tongue sliding in like he owned my mouth.
And maybe he did.
Then his mouth st
