Mature content 18+ only
BOOK 1 IN The Dominant series
"You are crossing a very dangerous territory, Natalia. I suggest you better stop, before I take things in my hand." He growled in a low voice, so that, only I can hear him.
"Oh really? And what i...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
________________________
VOTE TARGET 100 VOTES ⭐ _______________________
Natalia's pov
The warm water kissed my skin as Damon gently lowered me into the bathtub. My body felt like melted wax in his hold. The scent of lavender and vanilla drifted through the air, calming the storm still echoing in my bones.
He stepped in behind me, settling my back against his chest, careful with every movement, like I was made of glass. His fingers dipped into the water, running slow circles over my thighs, then up to my belly where his lips had left trails earlier. This time, there was no urgency. Just his calming presence.
"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" Damon's voice was low. One hand cupped my cheek from behind, angling my face so I could meet his eyes.
"No," I whispered. "You both were just... overwhelming." I placed my hand over his. "You were careful. Even when it hurt... I still felt safe."
He exhaled and the tension in his shoulders eased. "Good. Because the thought of causing you pain in a way you don't want... it'd kill me, Natalia." His lips pressed to my temple, lingering there for a moment longer.
We sat there for a long while. His fingers traced invisible paths on my skin—my collarbone, my shoulder, the sensitive spot behind my ear that made me shiver. He washed me like I was something sacred, and maybe to him, I was.
His hands were tender and reverent. He cleaned the dried evidence of our night from my skin, whispering soft praises in between.
When the water cooled, he wrapped me in a plush towel and carried me back to bed. The sheets had been replaced and the air smelled faintly of clean cotton.
He climbed into bed beside me, pulling me flush against his chest. His body was a furnace, chasing away every last shiver.
"Stay with me..." I murmured, my voice small, unsure if I was asking or begging.
"I was never going anywhere," he said, tucking my head beneath his chin.
His fingers began stroking through my damp hair, the rhythm lulling me toward sleep. I felt a soft kiss against my crown, then another on my jaw. "Sleep now. I've got you."
I closed my eyes, wrapped in warmth, in care, in Damon.
Third person POV
The room was steeped in darkness. Maddison sat at the edge of her bed, her posture stiff, her entire body trembling with rage she could barely contain. The only source of light came from the narrow slit between her blackout curtains, where the city lights flickered in the distance.
