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The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 373

Their lips met and the world went silent.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it was the kind of kiss that stripped away every defense, every mask.

Soft, deep, and achingly pure… it tasted of something Alex had never felt before.

Sweet like the first rush of young love, dangerous like a fire you couldn’t stop. His breath quickened, his heart hammered so hard it hurt.

And he knew—he knew—Josephine was kissing him back.

For a few intoxicating seconds, the space between them ceased to exist. Until… it stopped.

Her palm came to his cheek, warm and tender, but there was a quiet strength in it as she pushed him back.

“You really are a playboy, Alex,” she said, her voice low, almost teasing—but her flushed cheeks betrayed her. Her eyes, wide and luminous, were so pure it made him ache.

“Josephine…” he whispered, his voice rough with something he couldn’t name.

She pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

“What you’re doing is wrong, Alex,” she murmured, her tone almost scolding but laced with concern.

“You should only kiss the woman you love. And you… you already have so many—Jasmine, Sophia, Lyra… who knows how many more.”

Her hand slid through his hair, smoothing it back, lingering just a moment too long.

“You’re dangerously handsome, Alex. And when you kiss a woman like that, she’ll believe you mean it. She’ll believe she’s the only one. And when she’s not… you’ll shatter her.”

The weight of her gaze—so unguarded, so fiercely kind—hit him like a punch to the chest. Without even thinking, he nodded.

“Good.” She gave a faint, almost wistful smile and stepped into his arms, resting her head against his chest.

“I forgive you, Alex… for what you just did. But don’t do it again, okay?”

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as if letting go would break something fragile.

And in that moment, something shifted. This wasn’t lust. It wasn’t conquest.

It was something rarer—peace, in its purest form. A quiet, unshakable care.

He’d never felt it before. And it scared him.

Minutes passed, slow and heavy, their bodies warm against each other.

Then Josephine’s voice broke the silence. “Alex… I think it’s time to let go.”

He didn’t move.

“Alex?” she said again, tilting her face up.

“Are you… asleep?”

Her eyes widened. The man who had stolen a kiss from her was now sleeping soundly against her, breathing like he’d found his safe place.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she muttered under her breath.

“Now you’re making me do all the work.” Her annoyance was real, but her lips betrayed her with the faintest smile.

Her gaze lingered on his face… then dropped to his lips. Heat rose to her cheeks all over again.

“You’re lucky, Alex,” she whispered. “I’ve been strong enough for heavy lifting since I was a kid. I’ll help you to bed… but you’d better thank me. And maybe give me a raise.”

She hooked her arms under his and half-dragged, half-carried him toward his room.

With a firm kick, she opened the door and dropped him onto the bed—only to find his arms locked around her, pulling her down with him.

“You are impossible,” she sighed, bracing herself to push away—until his hand found hers and held it, tight, almost desperate.

“Jo… please don’t leave me… Jo…” he mumbled in his sleep.

The words froze her. Her eyes fell to his face—still beautiful in rest—and there, just at the corner of his closed eyes, a tear traced its way down.

Something inside her broke.

Slowly, she sank down beside him. “What are you dreaming, handsome… that could hurt you this much?” she whispered.

Her voice trembled as she smiled faintly. This was the closest she’d ever been to a man.

She’d never allowed herself to feel like a woman—always the strong one, the one no one could move.

But lying here beside Alex, she found a softness in herself she didn’t recognize.

Her fingers brushed back his hair. She traced the line of his jaw, memorizing him in the quiet.

And then, without thinking, she began to sing—a low, tender lullaby meant only for him, her voice trembling with something she couldn’t quite name.

Rest now, my sweetest wonder,

Let your world melt into mine,

Lay your head where my heartbeat lives,

And feel our souls align.

You are my moon, my morning sun,

My laughter in the rain,

Each breath I take is wrapped in you,

Through joy, through ache, through pain.

The night will keep your dreams, my love,

The stars will guard your rest,

And I will be the arms you know—

Your safest, softest nest.

So close your eyes, my precious one,

Let every worry go,

Moments of cruelty sharp enough to cut him when he remembered. Guilt that no apology could wash clean.

Yet somehow, this morning felt like grace. Like mercy he hadn’t earned.

“This… is my room…” he murmured, realizing he was lying in his bed—but Josephine was there beside him.

She was still asleep, her arm draped over him in a loose, natural claim.

Her breathing was soft, steady.

Her face, inches from his, was unpainted, unguarded—beautiful in the way sunlight is beautiful when it slips in through a crack you didn’t notice before.

Maybe, with a little care and comfort, she could stand beside Sophia or Jasmine without losing by a hair.

But that wasn’t what struck him most.

It was the way she loved—pure, steady, and without conditions.

The way she cared for people like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He imagined marrying Josephine—this woman who moved through life like an angel, always giving, never asking.

As his queen, she wouldn’t need power or grand speeches to win hearts.

She would rule through kindness alone, touching every soul she met until the whole kingdom loved her simply for who she was.

And she’d love their children.

He could see that in her eyes, even now.

The thought softened him until he smiled. He let his eyes close again, letting her warmth pull him under.

For a moment, the world was perfect.

Outside the clinic, Sophia’s car pulled up. She’d just come from the hospital.

She had a thousand questions for Alex—urgent ones. About his mother and jack, and Madam Henny.

But when she couldn’t find him on hospital, she drove straight to Alex’s clinic.

The place wasn’t open yet, but the door was unlocked. She stepped inside and walked to Alex’s room.

“Alex, I want to ask—”

The words died in her throat.

The door was ajar. And through the narrow gap, she saw them—Alex and Josephine, tangled in the same bed, her arm over his chest, his hand loosely holding hers.

Both of them asleep, faces close, breathing in sync.

Sophia froze. The world outside that doorway ceased to exist.

Then Alex’s lashes fluttered. His eyes opened slowly, finding hers in the doorway.

“…Sophia?”

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