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I nod, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you, X. I want to be yours, in every way possible.”

He crushes me to him, burying his face in my hair as he shudders with the force of his own feelings. “I love you too,” he rasps. “More than anything. More than life itself.”

And as he claims me once more, his passion tempered now with a tenderness that makes my heart ache, I know that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. In his arms, wearing his cuffs, bound to him for all eternity.

His large, green hands tremble slightly as he reaches for the mating cuffs on the bedside table. The intricate metal gleams in the soft light, and my breath catches as he clasps them around my wrists, the cool weight of them sending a shiver down my spine.

“Your turn,” he murmurs, holding out his own wrists to me.

I take the matching cuffs, marveling at the intricacy of the design, the way they seem to pulse with a magic all their own. As I fasten them around his thick wrists, I feel a surge of emotion, a sense of rightness and belonging that threatens to overwhelm me.

And then we’re moving together, slowly, reverently, our bodies joined in the most intimate way possible. But it’s more than just physical pleasure. With each thrust, each caress, I can feel his emotions flowing into me, merging with my own until I can no longer tell where I end and he begins.

His joy, his wonder, his all-consuming love - it pours into me like molten sunlight, filling up all the empty spaces inside me that I never even knew existed. I gasp and clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his green skin as the intensity of it threatens to sweep me away.

He groans, his hips snapping forward with increased urgency. “Feel what you do to me,” he growls, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Feel how much I need you.”

And I do. Oh, I do. Every touch, every kiss, every roll of his hips is perfectly attuned to my body’s needs, stoking the fire within me to impossible heights. He reads me like a book, anticipating my desires before I’m even aware of them myself.

A twist of his fingers against my slick folds, a nip of his teeth against my earlobe - the blissful torment is exquisite. He wrings pleasure from me with expert skill, building and building until I’m nothing more than a writhing, incoherent mess beneath him.

“Let go,” he commands, his voice rough with his own impending release. “I’ve got you.”

And with a keening cry, I do, my world shattering into a million glittering pieces as ecstasy overtakes me. He follows a moment later, his roar of completion echoing through the room as he spills himself deep inside me.

Chapter Sixteen

Xnaurl

Zana:Guess what color panties I'm wearing under my very short skirt? Or am I wearing any at all? ??

I swallow hard, nearly choking on my tongue. That little minx knows exactly what she's doing to me. I quickly thumb a reply under the table:

X: You're playing with fire, temptress. Don't you have algorithms to optimize or something?

Another message pops up almost instantly:

Zana: All work and no play makes Zana a dull girl...and a very horny one too. I need your big, strong hands on me ASAP, Mr. Executive Vice President.

I squirm in my seat, grateful my lower half is hidden from the camera's view. My pants are suddenly feeling unpleasantly snug. I risk another peek at my phone.

Zana: BTW, I may have misplaced my panties somewhere between the kitchen and my cozy little love nest downstairs. Oopsie! Guess you'll have to come find them later...along with my throbbing, soaked--

I nearly drop the phone on the floor. Blood pounds in my ears (and another swollen appendage) as I picture every tantalizing word.

Growling under my breath, I type back:

X: Keep this up and you'll be getting a very thorough performance review tonight, you naughty girl. One that involves me burying my face between your quivering thighs until you scream.

I hit send, then immediately worry I've gone too far. But her instantaneous response assuages my doubts:

Zana: Promise? ????

The quarterly conference call kicks off, the screen buzzing with familiar faces and corporate jargon. I’m perched at my desk, a dark cloud hovering over me as I listen to my team drone on about year-to-date earnings.

Vormugh Enterprises is riding high.Higher bonuses for everyone! Woo-hoo.My enthusiasm, however, is cut short by the thought of Zana downstairs, likely sprawled out in her cozy nest, waiting for me.

“Xnaurl, are you with us?” The voice pulls me back to the group, but I can’t shake off the image of Zana—curvy, 5’9”, long black hair cascading like a waterfall down her back. She’s a goddess.

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