Dominic's hand slid over Kirah's, fingers brushing, pulling her gently closer as the dim lights of the penthouse flickered like stars behind them. Her breath caught in her throat when he raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles like she was something sacred.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice dipped in gravel and restraint. His eyes searched hers, waiting.
Kirah's response wasn't in words. It was in the way she stepped forward, closed the distance between their bodies, and placed her lips softly against his. That one kiss was enough to ignite the fire they'd both kept under control for far too long.
Their lips moved together slowly at first—explorative, savoring—before turning hungrier. Dominic groaned into her mouth, finally releasing the tension that had been building for weeks. She clutched his shirt and pulled him closer, her body craving every inch of his warmth.
"Tonight," she murmured breathlessly between kisses, "I'm claiming you too."
Dominic nearly lost control right then.
But he didn't want to ruin it. This was Kirah. Not another fleeting face, not a night of forgettable pleasure—this was the woman who had taken root in his chest and was now pulsing through every beat of his heart.
"Let me take my time with you," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her neck, "let me learn every way to please you."
Kirah shivered as his lips trailed down her collarbone. "I'm yours, Dominic. But after tonight, this… us… isn't a secret anymore."
His gaze darkened. "It never was to me."
With a strong but careful grip, Dominic lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the master bedroom. Kirah wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart thudding fast. There was a thrill, a rush, a tender ache in her chest and between her thighs.
He laid her gently on the king-sized bed, pausing only to admire her—every curve, every inch of skin revealed as she slowly slid off her dress. She wasn't shy. Not anymore. She wanted him to see her. All of her.
Dominic swallowed hard as he undid his buttons. "You're breathtaking, Kirah."
And when he joined her on the bed, he didn't dive into her with the hunger clawing at his insides. Instead, he began with kisses—slow, lingering ones from her neck down to her chest. He worshipped her with every touch.
Kirah arched beneath him, gasping when his mouth closed over one of her nipples, his hand caressing the other. "Dominic…"
"I want to hear that again," he growled softly.
He slid down her body, spreading her thighs gently and placing soft, reverent kisses on the inside of her thighs. Her breath hitched as he kissed closer and closer to the center of her heat.
Then his tongue met her core.
Kirah moaned loudly, " ahwwe" clutching the sheets. It was all heat, all pressure, all wet pleasure as Dominic licked, sucked, and stroked her with practiced care. Her hips bucked as he explored her deeply with his mouth, taking his time to memorize her reactions, drawing wave after wave of pleasure from her until she was gasping his name like a prayer.
When her release finally hit, it took her by storm, rippling through her with a cry of ecstasy.
Dominic rose, licking his lips, satisfied.
"Now it's my turn," she whispered, pulling him down into a heated kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, and it only made her wetter.
He reached for the protection on the bedside drawer, and when he entered her, it was slow… thick… filling her inch by inch until she clenched tightly around him.
"Fuck," he groaned, trying hard to control himself.
Her body still remembered him, but it was still new—raw, sensitive. He didn't rush. He moved slowly, letting her adjust, holding her face, kissing her lips as their bodies rocked in unison.
Kirah's nails scratched down his back. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hips rose to meet his every thrust. She wasn't just giving him her body—she was giving him her trust, her vulnerability.
"Dominic…" she moaned again, louder this time.
He kissed her deeply, grinding slowly into her. "You feel like heaven."
The rhythm picked up gradually, their bodies moving together in a dance that was both primal and intimate. It was more than lust—it was connection, release, surrender. The room filled with the sounds of breathless gasps, soft cries, skin against skin.
As they both neared their peak, Dominic's hand found hers, fingers interlacing.
"I'm not letting you go, Kirah," he said against her ear. "Not now. Not ever."
She cried out as her second orgasm hit, tightening around him, and with a final deep thrust, Dominic followed with a groan of her name, spilling into the condom as he buried his face into her neck.
They stayed tangled together, hearts racing, breath heavy.
It took a while for the room to still again, for their bodies to calm. But even then, Kirah didn't move. She just lay there, tucked under Dominic's arm, his chest rising and falling beneath her cheek.
"I meant what I said," he murmured, brushing her hair gently. "You're not a secret. Not anymore."
Kirah smiled, eyes fluttering shut. "And you're not just my boss anymore, Dominic."
The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was warm. Safe....
She pressed her lips on his and murmur his name "Dominic"
But no response