Page 49 of Influence

“When your lips trail along my neck, every touch makes my toes curl.” Her lashes fluttered shut in a moment of rapturous recollection.

“That’s wonderfully sweet, Laya. Tell me more,” I coaxed as my finger slipped provocatively beneath the collar of her blouse, drawing a delicate gasp from her.

She sighed and then said, “When you do that, it sends my pussy into delightful spasms of pleasure.”

I pressed on, sliding my hand deeper and pinching her nipple. “And then?”

“As you keep that up,” she confessed, “it makes me want to beg you…to fuck me.”

Her admission left us both breathless—my cock throbbing with pure, unadulterated need as the room vibrated with electric anticipation.

“All right,” I said, reluctantly withdrawing my hand and standing. “I think we’ve had enough food for now. There’s something I want to show you.”

Initially, she gazed at me in confusion, but then I confidently explained, “It’s time for a proper tour. The bedroom here is stunning. I have a sense you’ll be completely captivated.”

“Oh, is that so?” she purred with flirtatious delight.

I took her hand and led her back into the mansion, up the magnificent staircase to my private quarters.

With a flourish, I opened the doors to the main bedroom in the far wing, revealing the space within.

In front of us stood an elegant space featuring a grand four-poster bed enveloped in opulence and illuminated by an iridescent, ambient light. Lush, deep red velvet curtains flowed from the corners, complementing the coordinating bedding to create an atmosphere reminiscent of a scene from a dream.

“Oh my God,” she sighed, taking in the lavish bed before her.

She admired the elegant damask wallpaper, a rich tapestry of velvet textures and intricate designs that transformed the space into a secretive Victorian retreat full of character and intrigue. The glow from the wrought-iron sconces enhanced the room’s charm, casting faint shadows that suggested hidden delights waiting to be uncovered and explored further.

I could hardly contain my excitement as I envisioned the many ways I would indulge each of my fantasies in this room.

Every detail, from the intentional renovations following my parents’ passing to the luxurious elements that echoed my personal style, was crafted with a single intention: to create a backdrop for infinite, pleasure-filled encounters with my new wife.

Yet, before we surrendered to the intimacy of the bed, fate, ever the tease, suggested that our passion begin outside, beneath the shelter of towering cypress trees lining the grounds.

I called, infused with both tenderness and desire, “Come, my beauty. I want to show you the terrace.”

Stepping outside, we found ourselves surrounded by abundant colorful blooms arranged in overflowing containers along the edges. Every flower seemed to sing of vitality and secret indulgence, watched over by dedicated gardeners nurturing the lush display.

As I took in the wonder reflected in my bride’s eyes, a swell of emotion surged through me, a potent mix of passion and affection.

The stone terrace, stretching the length of the bedroom, opened seamlessly into the outdoors. From the skylights above the bed, an endless expanse of starlit night awaited us—a promise of shared moments under celestial wonder, moments that would follow our most intimate embraces.

“This place is utterly magical,” she whispered in awe, turning to me and gracing me with genuine admiration. You were right. I love it here.”

I watched as she wandered slowly along the terrace, absorbing every scintillating detail. I spotted a pair of large, welcoming couches positioned around a sleek, radiant glass fire pit, and in that instant, I understood exactly what was about to happen.

Drawing her close once more, I enveloped her in my arms, gazing down into my breathtaking wife’s eyes and silentlythanking fate for placing me in this most cherished place—by her side.

I took a calming breath, soaking in the radiant joy she exuded.

I leaned closer and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, looking deep into her eyes. “Are you prepared for me to make love to you?”

Twelve

LAYANA

My heart raced in my chest as I stood on the sunlit terrace, the echoes of our candid confessions and bold challenges from our meal lingering around me. My body hummed in anticipation of things to come.

Niko’s strong presence behind me highlighted all that I still needed to learn. He exuded confidence—an undeniable force echoing within me, pulling me near as if an invisible thread connected us.

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