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I grinned, my fingers still tracing circles on his chest. “Maybe I like danger,” I teased, letting my hand slide lower, feeling the muscles of his torso tense beneath my touch. “Maybe I want to be right in the middle of it… with you.”

I moved to straddle his lap, my knees on either side of him, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric of his suit. I could feel his breath hitch as I settled against him, his hands instinctively gripping my hips, pulling me even closer.

He was already rock hard.

For me.

His eyes searched mine, and I could see the battle playing out in his mind—the desire, the need, the urge to push me away and pull me closer all at once. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he muttered.

I leaned in again, my lips brushing against his, just a whisper away. “Oh, I think I do,” I replied softly. “And I think you want it too.”

He hesitated for a moment longer, and I felt the tension in his grip tighten and then snap. His mouth crashed against mine, hot and urgent, his hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer, deeper into him.

His kiss was fierce, almost desperate, his hands moving over my back, pressing me closer against him, as if he couldn’t get enough. I smiled against his lips, feeling the thrill of victory and desire twist together inside me.

“Sofia,” he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough, edged with something raw and unrestrained. “You’re going to make me lost control, do you know that?”

I grinned, brushing my lips against his, teasing. “Good,” I whispered, trailing kisses along his jaw, feeling the way his breath quickened with each touch. “Maybe I like it that way.”

He groaned again, his hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer, so close I could feel every beat of his heart against my chest.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growled. He pulled me closer, capturing my lips in another kiss, softer this time, but no less intense. His hands roamed over my back, down to my hips, guiding me against him in a way that made my head spin, made me feel like I was melting into him. He groaned against my mouth, his grip tightening on my hips, pulling me flush against him, until I could feel every inch of him pressed against me, hot and hard.

I felt his breath on my neck as he whispered, “I need you, Sofia. But I need you to be sure that this is the life you want.”

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, feeling the sincerity in his words, the weight of his concern. “I’m sure,” I murmured, brushing a kiss over his lips. “There’s no other life I want. No other man I want.”

His hands tightened on my hips, his gaze fierce, almost predatory. “Then let’s make that clear to everyone,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “Marry me.”

I shivered, a thrill running through me at his words. “You want to make me your wife?” I whispered back, leaning in to claim his mouth with mine, sealing the promise between us.

“I do,” he growled. His hands were on me, firm and commanding, pulling me closer until there was no space between us, his lips moving against mine in a way that made my head spin. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the way his fingers dug into my hips as if he were afraid that I might slip away.

But I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Then yes. I’ll marry you,” I said softly.

“Fuck, yes,bella,” he murmured. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I let my fingers slide down the front of his suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. I took my time, enjoying the feel of him, the strength and power he held in check, just waiting to be unleashed. He watched me, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps, his eyes dark and hungry.

I reached for the first button of his shirt, my fingers moving slowly, deliberately, as I began to unfasten it. His eyes followedmy every move, his hands sliding up my sides, grazing the fabric of my dress. I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat against my palms as I worked my way down, button by button, exposing his chest, inch by inch.

“You’re teasing me,” he murmured, his voice rough and low, filled with a mix of desire and frustration.

I smiled, leaning in to brush my lips against his neck, feeling him shudder beneath me. “Maybe I like teasing you,” I whispered, my fingers trailing over his now-exposed skin, tracing the lines of his muscles, the heat of his body seeping into my fingertips.

He growled softly, his hands moving to my thighs, sliding up the hem of my dress, bunching the fabric in his fists. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice thick with want. “I might just decide to take back control and put you over my knee, naughty girl.”

I laughed softly, my lips moving against his ear. “I don’t think so,” I teased, tugging his shirt open the rest of the way, letting my hands roam over his chest, his shoulders, feeling every inch of him blazing hot beneath my fingers. “Not tonight.”

He groaned, his hands slipping further up my dress, his fingers digging into my ass, pulling me closer. His lips found mine again, the kiss deep, consuming, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips, demanding entry.

I opened to him, the kiss turning heated, our breaths mingling, my hands exploring his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the way his muscles flexed under my touch. I could feel his heartbeat pounding against my palms, fast and strong, matching the wild rhythm of my own.

I leaned back slightly, enough to pull my dress up higher, my hands moving to guide his, encouraging him to explore. Heneeded no further invitation; his hands slid up my legs, over my hips, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a rough whisper, almost pleading.

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