Chapter 92: Revised

The tension in the air was thick as Elijah paced around the room, his thoughts restless. Dominic had returned victorious from the battle against Matteo, but there was something in his expression that told Elijah it wasn't just about the fight. It was about them.

Elijah had spent the entire night waiting, his heart in knots, and when Dominic finally walked through the door, exhausted but alive, something inside him snapped. He didn't care about the dangers, about their past fights, about the possessiveness that Dominic exuded. He just needed to feel him.

Without a word, Elijah stepped forward, his hands gripping Dominic's shirt as he pulled him in for a fierce kiss. Dominic was caught off guard, his body tense, but within seconds, he responded, deepening the kiss as his arms wrapped tightly around Elijah's waist.

Elijah didn't hesitate this time. He wasn't being claimed—he was the one claiming. He undid Dominic's shirt, his fingers grazing over the bruises and cuts from the fight, but Dominic didn't stop him. He let Elijah take control, let him push him toward the bed, let him show exactly what he wanted.

Dominic smirked against Elijah's lips, the heat between them growing unbearable. "Eager tonight, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and something deeper.

Elijah's answer was simple—he kissed Dominic again, harder, before pushing him down onto the bed. "Shut up, Moretti. Just let me do this."

The night belonged to them, to the fire between them, to the emotions they had buried for too long. And for once, Elijah wasn't running from it.

But then suddenly Dominic broke the kiss when he remembers something. something he wanted to let Elijah know he wasn't in to joke but he deeply loves him

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The tension was thick, the air heavy with unspoken words. Elijah stood by the window of their private villa, watching the dark horizon as the distant city lights twinkled. It was strange, this quiet after the storm. He had been through so much, and yet here he was, unsure of what to feel.

Dominic was across the room, leaning against the doorway, his eyes fixed on Elijah. There was something in his gaze—something that made Elijah's heart beat faster, but he refused to acknowledge it.

"Are you still angry?" Dominic's voice broke through the silence, low and gravelly.

Elijah didn't turn around, his fingers gripping the windowsill, his jaw clenched. "I'm not angry," he said flatly, his back still turned to Dominic. "I'm just... confused. Everything's happening too fast."

Dominic took a step forward, his presence consuming the space between them. "You don't need to be confused, Eli. You know what's happening here."

Elijah finally turned to face him, his eyes flashing with defiance. "Don't call me that," he snapped. "You've been calling me that since the beginning, and I don't even know what it means. You think I'm some kind of toy to you?"

Dominic's lips tightened, but he didn't say anything. He took a few more steps toward Elijah, standing just a few feet away now.

"I'm not your possession, Dominic," Elijah said, his voice softer now, but still tinged with anger. "And I'm not some guy you can control."

Dominic's gaze darkened, but he didn't argue. Instead, he reached out, gently tilting Elijah's chin up so their eyes met. His touch was almost tender, but there was an intensity behind it that sent a shiver down Elijah's spine.

"I don't want to control you, Eli," he murmured, his voice soft but full of raw emotion. "I want you to choose this—for you. Not because I made you, but because you want me as much as I want you."

The words hung in the air between them, thick with the promise of something neither of them had dared to fully acknowledge. Elijah's heart was racing, and despite himself, he found himself caught in Dominic's gaze.

"I don't know if I'm ready for this," Elijah whispered, his voice trembling slightly, though he fought to keep his composure.

Dominic's hand slid down to his wrist, pulling him closer. "You don't need to be ready. Just trust me."

And in that moment, Elijah did. He didn't know why, but something in Dominic's eyes, something in his touch, made him feel safe, even in the chaos that had surrounded them.

He took a breath, his body leaning into Dominic's, the space between them shrinking until there was nothing left but the heat of their proximity. Dominic's lips brushed against his forehead, soft and almost reverent, and for a brief, fleeting moment, Elijah forgot everything but the weight of his own heart.

"You can't keep pushing me away," Dominic murmured, his breath warm against Elijah's skin.

"I'm not pushing you away," Elijah whispered back, his voice barely audible. "I just don't know how to handle all of this."

"Let me handle it," Dominic said quietly, his fingers gently lifting Elijah's chin again so their lips were inches apart. "Let me show you."

Elijah hesitated for a moment, unsure of himself. But then, without thinking, he closed the distance, his lips brushing softly against Dominic's. It was tentative at first, a question without words, but Dominic responded immediately, his hands cupping Elijah's face, deepening the kiss.

It wasn't like before. It wasn't filled with the same force or urgency. This time, it was different. It was a soft, slow surrender.

When they finally pulled away, Elijah's breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as if he'd run a marathon. Dominic was still close, his forehead resting against Elijah's as if they were both trying to steady themselves.

"I don't know what this is," Elijah whispered, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. "But I feel it. And I can't deny it anymore."

Dominic smiled softly, brushing a strand of Elijah's hair away from his face. "I know. And I'm not going anywhere."

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