Chapter 255

Evelyn felt an overwhelming warmth filling the emptiness in her chest.

Dominic's strong arms enveloped her completely.

Their heartbeats synchronized - his powerful rhythm matching her fluttering pulse.

His lips descended upon hers with tender possessiveness.

Though a mother of twins, Evelyn still carried that innocent allure that drove Dominic wild.

Her natural floral scent intoxicated him, awakening primal desires.

"Mmm... Dominic..." Her body melted under his touch before she regained composure. "Not here," she whispered breathlessly, pushing against his chest. "The living room isn't appropriate... You must be exhausted. Go shower first."

They were staying at Robert's house with Gwendolyn and the children.

The funeral parlor-turned-living room was hardly suitable for intimacy, especially with Gwendolyn sleeping just down the hall.

Being caught would be beyond embarrassing.

Dominic knew she was right. With one last hungry kiss on her swollen lips, he reluctantly released her.

Evelyn's flushed face glowed in the dim light.

Her crystal-clear eyes shimmered with passion as she nervously bit her lower lip.

How could someone so angelic look so temptingly sinful?

Dominic traced her delicate jawline, fighting his urges. "I've worked nonstop today. Don't I deserve some pampering? Join me in the shower."

Evelyn's cheeks burned crimson.

"Stop teasing me, Dominic..."

Knowing her shy nature, he relented. Exhaustion weighed on him anyway. After a final kiss, he disappeared into the bathroom.

Steam filled the room as he stripped off his dress shirt, revealing sculpted abs that would make any model jealous.

Near midnight, Dominic emerged quietly, padding toward the bedroom.

Moonlight illuminated Evelyn and the twins' peaceful faces.

Seeing Alexander and Isabella's resemblance to their mother filled him with profound contentment.

At this moment, everything felt perfect.

Sliding carefully onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around his family. All carnal desires faded, replaced by something deeper - the pure joy of belonging.

Evelyn stirred as his body heat reached her.

Awakening, she found herself staring at his bare torso, her mouth suddenly dry.

She instinctively scooted closer to the children. "Did you shower? You should rest. Work awaits tomorrow."

Dominic noticed her retreat and pulled her closer without comment. His dark eyes reflected moonlight like ancient, mysterious pools.

Though silent, his gaze burned with unmistakable hunger.

Evelyn recognized that look. Experience taught her how quickly this man could transform into a predator.

With the children beside them, she couldn't risk it. "It's late," she reminded nervously. "Sleep now."

"Hmm," came his deep, velvety response.

Water droplets clung to his dark hair, making him look devastatingly attractive.

He stroked her silken locks. "Victoria and Sophia's trial starts next month. What do you want to do?"

Disgust laced his words. While he'd prefer eliminating them permanently, Evelyn's wishes mattered more.

Surprisingly calm, Evelyn replied, "They killed my father. They'll pay."

"Whatever you decide." His fingers traced her collarbone. "But first, I'll handle Maxwell. I want to make you my wife officially - Alexander and Isabella's mother."

Her floral scent intoxicated him, reigniting his desires.

Evelyn's clear eyes met his, warmth flooding her veins.

Then Allison's warning echoed in her mind. "Your mother said we're half-siblings. Society would never accept us. My mother was your father's-"

Dominic's frown cut her off.

He'd suspected something when Beatrice visited Evelyn. Though busy, he'd pieced together the truth.

Cupping her face, he kissed her forehead. "Silly girl, do you really believe her? If we were related, would our children be so perfect? Trust me, Evelyn. Just follow your heart."

"But-"

His fingers tilted her chin as his mouth crashed onto hers. "Too many words. Maybe we need some exercise first."

In one swift motion, he pinned her beneath him.

Evelyn felt her bones might dissolve under his weight as he pressed closer. His hardened length burned against her thigh.

"Not now... the children..." she gasped.

"They sleep like logs," he murmured, already tugging at her pajamas.

Just as he was about to claim her, a small voice piped up:

"Daddy? Why are you on top of Mommy?"