This time, the kiss wasn't rushed.
It was slower.
Deeper.
Intentional.
Like they both knew there was no going back.
Dominic's hand rested at her waist, pulling her closer as if letting go wasn't an option.
"Ava," he murmured against her lips, "you don't understand what this could cost."
She looked up at him, breathless.
"Then show me."
That was it.
The last thread of restraint snapped.
He kissed her again—harder this time, like he was trying to memorize her.
Every touch carried tension.
Every moment felt stolen.
And yet—
Neither of them stopped.