Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon novel Chapter 293

There was no overthinking, no hesitation—just the searing, breathless clash of their lips and tongues, desperate and unrestrained, like two people dying of thirst in a desert finally finding water.

It was messy, frantic, and completely out of control.

Vespera wrapped her arms around Dominic's neck.

He cradled the back of her head, deepening the kiss, lingering against her lips like he never wanted to leave.

What had started wild and reckless began to slow, turning rich and deep, intense in its restraint.

Her heart trembled violently.

Her hands slid inside his robe, tracing up his chest, then slipped over his shoulder to push the silk fabric aside. Her fingertips followed the curve of his back, gliding downward…

A sharp inhale escaped her lips, and she nearly bit him.

Before she could go further, his hand caught hers and pinned it down. He pulled away just slightly, and she blinked up at him through dazed, half-lidded eyes.

No time to speak.

The next second, his mouth was back on hers. Her startled gasp was swallowed whole, the fireworks behind her eyes bursting in gold.

Just as her soul felt like it was floating above her body, caught in a haze of heat and heady bliss, Dominic suddenly stopped. He smoothed her clothes back into place, then lifted her off the bed and carried her to his room.

It wasn't until she was lying in the master bed that Vespera realized—she was done for.

"Dom—" she tried to speak but didn't finish.

Her words were swallowed in another kiss, slow and relentless. The kind that melted every last ounce of resistance. Only one soft light glowed in his room, casting a moonlit warmth over the space.

On the cold floor, two articles of clothing slowly fell—drenched with heat and sweat, tangled together, steam rising faintly in the aftermath.

…

At 6:00 am, Vespera stirred from sleep, groggy and slow.

Her hand shifted slightly, and beneath her palm was firm, warm skin. One of her legs was slung over something solid, and as she moved, a wave of soreness rolled up her spine.

She let out a soft, broken noise and collapsed back into the sheets, all strength gone. There was no energy left in her.

Sure, she'd gotten a "preview" the last time—even with a barrier—but using the real thing? Absolutely wrecked. No toy on the market came with that kind of power.

And honestly, she had to wonder—had this man never been with anyone before? Because she was absolutely, positively dead.

Rebecca had said, "It doesn't matter who eats who."

Yeah, right. When a lion devoured an antelope, there was nothing left to give back. How was the antelope supposed to participate when it was too busy trying not to die?