[WARNING: THE CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT THAT DOESN'T SUIT AGES UNDER 17. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]
Five years in marriage, but not even a graze with each other. But now, they were doing more than they ever did in the past five years. With his lips locked with hers, they inhaled each other's breath as if they were losing oxygen. They could feel each other's bodies and heat, sweat, and slight stickiness.
No restrictions.
Skin to skin, mouth to mouth, hands entwined, soul to soul.
Dominic felt for the condom that fell on the side of the couch upon removing her pajama. As soon as he got a hold of it, he parted lips with her, lifting his body away slightly.
"I'm going in," he announced under his breath, holding the condom in between his fingers. He guided his hand to his lips, about to bite off the packet.
"Wait." Heaven panted, holding his wrist quickly. "What did you say?"
