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"Fuck it," Dominic murmured, and in the next breath, his hand cradled the back of her neck with a gentleness that contradicted the fire in his eyes.
Celeste barely had a second to think before his lips met hers.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't wild. It was… worship.
Her eyes fluttered shut as his mouth moved with reverence, like he'd missed the taste of her for centuries. Her fingers curled around the front of his shirt, clutching him like an anchor. The yacht swayed gently beneath them, but her world was already spinning.
Dominic kissed her like she was sacred. Like her lips were scripture. Like he was built only to adore her.
