Chapter 55

Dominic’s pov ; The smell of wine on her lips lingered, bright and tempting as she took a small sip. My eyes couldn’t help but fixate on the stain it left, a hint of red, like the most tantalizing color. As she set the glass down, my gaze stayed, feeling a dryness at the back of my throat that had nothing to do with the wine I’d just swallowed. An old, familiar urge stirred in me, one I worked hard to suppress. With a steadying breath, I finished my drink, trying to tamp down the thought. But it didn’t end there. Sophie’s cheeks were flushed, and I could tell the wine was hitting her harder than expected. She swayed as she stood, her legs unsteady. She laughed softly, looking down. “Why is the floor so soft? It’s like…cotton…” She took a wobbly step, and then she was falling—directly into my arms. Her body was warm against me, her scent intoxicating. The more she squirmed, trying to regain her balance, the worse it got. I tightened my arms around her, my voice coming out rougher than i