His mouth crashed onto mine before I even finished breathing, kissing me like he'd been holding back all night. I melted against him, clutching at his shirt, and he groaned into my mouth when I bit his lip.
His hands weren't gentle anymore. They slid under my shirt, up my chest, dragging it over my head until I was half-naked and shivering.
My skin burned everywhere he touched.
He pressed me back against the wall, his mouth kept trailing down my neck, sucking my neck until I gasped. "Dom.."
"You taste so good," he muttered against my skin. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this? How many times I've had to stop myself from fucking you?"
My knees almost gave out. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself.
He pulled back, just enough to meet my eyes.
His chest kept rising fast. He looked hungry, desperate, but there was still that flicker….that fear of hurting me.
"You're sure?" His thumb brushed my lip again, softer this time. "I need to hear you say it again, Ash."
