Dominique sat by the bedside, his eyes tracing the contours of Kalina's sleeping form. Her chest, rising and falling with each breath, was marked with the evidence of their passion from the night before. Hickeys dotted her pale skin, trailing down to her back and inner thighs, remnants of his desire for her.
The afternoon sun cast a warm glow across the room, highlighting the contrast between her dark hair and the white sheets. Dominique's expression softened as he leaned in to place a tender kiss on her forehead. He could see the faint lines of fatigue etched on her face, a testament to how thoroughly he had exhausted her.
As he quietly stepped out onto the balcony, Dominique's demeanor shifted. His jaw tightened, and a steely resolve replaced the earlier tenderness in his eyes. He picked up his phone, the call to Liam weighing heavily on his mind.