It happened the night Paris rained again.
She stood on the balcony of her hotel, eyes
scanning the city lights, heart torn between
two souls who refused to let her go. A soft
knock pulled her from her thoughts
It was Damien
He was soaked, hair dripping, breath
uneven. "I couldn't sleep," he said. "Not
when I didn't know how you feel."
She hesitated. "I don't know what to say
'You don't have to," he whispered
And then-he kissed her
Warm, wild, reckless. His hands cupped her
cheeks as if she'd vanish. It wasn't just a
kiss-it was a claim. And it shook her.
But before she could speak-
"Am I interrupting?" Dominic's voice
cut through the moment like thunder.
Damien stepped back, jaw clenched. "You
followed me?"
"I was already here," Dominic said,
stepping out from the shadows, eyes only
on her. "Waiting."
Fiona stood frozen. Breathless.
And then, without permission, Dominic
moved. Towering over her, he took her face
in his massive hands, eyes searching hers
for hesitation
"You're mine too," he murmured, voice like
velvet over fire.
Then he kissed her.
"You're mine too," he murmured, voice like
velvet over fire.
Then he kissed her.
Slow. Deep. Possessive. Like he had all the
time in the world and had been starving for
her in every second of it.
Fiona's knees went weak.
Two kisses. Two storms.
And now, her heart was a battlefield