Submitting to my Ex Uncle-Chapter 203

Dominic’s voice dropped low against her ear.

"We can get married tomorrow," he murmured, as his lips grazing her temple, his tone steady as steel. "Even today, but I won’t be so impatient, since I want you to have the best."

Her breath caught, but then she let out a soft laugh, pulling back enough to see his face. She expected his teasing smirk, but it wasn’t there. His eyes burned with intensity, with his jaw set firm.

"You ruined the moment," she whispered, trying to tease him, but her voice came out breathless.

"I’m serious." His hand came up, cupping her cheek with aching gentleness. His thumb brushed along a damp strand clinging to her skin. His forehead leaned against hers, and when he spoke again, his words were both a vow and a plea. "I already want you to be my wife."

Her heart gave a violent kick. Her laugh melted into a gasp when his teeth grazed her bottom lip again, playful, and possessive, as if he was both demanding and offering her everything.

"Dominic..." she whispered, searching his face, her chest tightening in a way that was both terrifying and beautiful.

She bit her lip, hesitating. And then the words left her before she could stop them. "If we get married... I’d also want kids."

The air shifted.

His body stilled under her touch. For a second, a tremor passed through him, an inward choke, so sharp and raw she could almost feel it. But his expression didn’t change. His gaze stayed locked on hers, calm and composed.

He let out a low sigh, one hand smoothing down her spine. "We don’t have to have kids immediately. I want to give you the whole world first." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Celeste smiled faintly, her fingers trailing down his chest, drawing idle, imaginary lines along the hard, warm muscle that always tempted her. "I never said immediately," she said softly. Her eyes flickered up to meet his. "But I do want kids."

For a moment, he didn’t answer. He just stared at her, so intently it felt like he was etching her into his very soul. Then he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. His arms tightened around her, as if he wanted to shield her from the weight of her own dreams.

Silence filled the bathroom again.

Her voice broke it first. "Dominic..." She hesitated, her chest tightening all over again. "I told Amara the whole truth."

His gaze sharpened instantly, though his hold on her didn’t shift.

Celeste nodded, her throat thick. "Everything. Even about Elias, about you, and about us."

For a long moment, he said nothing. He just looked at her, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he took her hand. His fingers slid between hers, strong and sure, before he lifted her knuckles to his lips. He pressed a kiss there.

"You did the right thing," he said finally, his voice low but certain.

Dominic didn’t release her hand immediately. His thumb lingered against her skin, tracing slow circles. His eyes searched hers, and the silence stretched. Heavy, but not suffocating. Then, finally, his mouth curved ever so faintly.

"You haven’t trimmed my hair yet, Celeste."

She blinked at him, startled for half a second, before a soft laugh escaped her lips. Trust Dominic to ground her when she was still caught between relief and the raw edge of her own nerves.

Her laugh melted into a small, mischievous smile. She leaned forward, pressing the gentlest kiss against his forehead.

"I didn’t forget," she whispered teasingly.

Her fingers slid into his damp hair, combing it back carefully as she moved to grab the scissors. Dominic watched her with that same steady, quiet intensity, his smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He didn’t say a word, but the weight of his gaze followed her every move as though she was the only thing worth watching in the entire world.

Celeste settled behind him, her legs tucked neatly to either side of the jacuzzi seat, and ran her fingers through his hair again, separating the strands with care. The scissors glinted in the light when she lifted them.

"Hold still," she instructed softly.

Dominic chuckled under his breath. "You’re giving me orders now?"

"Yes," she answered simply, with a teasing lilt in her tone, and snipped the first lock.

Dominic actually obeyed, tilting his head just enough for her to reach, his broad shoulders loose beneath her touch. It struck her suddenly that he was sitting quietly under her hands, letting her decide how close the scissors came to his skin.

Celeste’s chest tightened. The thought made her hands tremble briefly, and Dominic must have felt it, because his hand came up, covering hers.

"Relax," he murmured without looking at her, his thumb brushing over her knuckles again. "I trust you."

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and her fingers steadied.

She leaned down, close enough that her lips brushed the shell of his ear as she whispered, "You’ll look even more handsome when I’m done."

Dominic’s chuckle was low, dark, and pleased. "Handsome enough to keep you pressed against me like this?"

Celeste laughed under her breath, nudging his shoulder playfully. "Maybe."

She kept trimming, slow and meticulous, combing her fingers through after each cut, making sure it fell perfectly. Every now and then, she paused just to admire the sharp angles of his face as the hair framed it more neatly. He was already devastatingly handsome, but with each careful snip, she felt like she was unveiling him all over again, and making him hers in a way that no one else could touch.

Dominic didn’t break the silence this time. He simply watched her in the mirror, his gaze softer than anyone else would ever believe he was capable of. Every time her fingers brushed his skin, every time she leaned closer, his expression deepened with something almost reverent.

Finally, Celeste lowered the scissors, brushing stray strands away with her fingers. "Done," she announced softly, smiling as she admired her work.

Dominic turned his head slowly, catching her eyes in the mirror. His smirk was gone. "You’re too good to me," he said simply.

Her chest squeezed painfully at the sincerity in his tone. She bent, pressing another kiss to his forehead and whispered against his skin, "And you’re mine."