Page 161 of Wild Tangled Hearts

My heart swells with love for this amazing man who continues to surprise and delight me.

Unable to contain my surge of emotion, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.

As we pull away, our foreheads resting against each other, I whisper, "I love you."

He gives me a dimpled smile. “So you like it?”

“So much!”

“Good,” he says. “Because it’s ours.”

“What do you mean?”

"I bought this land a few years ago with a plan in mind. I wanted to make it another base for SummitStar. But...” His thumb strokes my cheek. “You made me want something different. I wanted to create a space just for us. And if you ever want someplace to go to paint or draw, it’s here for you.”

My heart swells with emotion as his words sink in. “Thank you.”

He grins. “Come on. There’s more.” His hand finds mine, and we make our way toward the yurt.

The moment I step inside, my breath catches. The interior of the yurt is as enchanting as the outside, with soft, ambient light casting a warm, inviting glow. Plush cushions and blankets create an inviting, cozy nest. In the center, a low table is adorned with a bottle of champagne, glistening in a silver ice bucket, and two crystal glasses.

A magnificent bed, dressed in fine linens and plush pillows, promises nights of shared passion. My heart flutters when I see the art easel that stands proudly in one corner, surrounded by an array of vibrant paints and a canvas ready for creation.

There’s even a small but well-equipped kitchen area, with a wood-burning stove that promises warmth during cooler nights.

"It's incredible. You've thought of everything."

I close the distance between us, my fingers gently tracing the contours of Alex's jaw. His eyes hold a yearning that mirrors my own.

Our lips meet in a tender kiss that quickly deepens with an intensity that leaves me breathless. His hands, strong yet gentle, trace a path along my back, igniting a trail of sensations that send shivers down my spine. My fingers weave through his hair, holding him close.

“I think we should see how comfortable that bed is,” I say, smiling up at him.

He gives a low groan and picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. His mouth never leaves mine as he carries me to the bed and lowers me onto the plush mattress.

Our hands explore each other's bodies with a hungry yearning, igniting a blaze of longing that threatens to consume me.

Alex's lips break away from mine, and he gazes into my eyes with a smoldering intensity that sends a delicious shiver down my spine. "You're irresistible," he murmurs, his voice heavy with desire.

I respond with a sultry smile. "And you," I whisper, tracing my fingers along his jawline, "are dangerously intoxicating."

He pulls his shirt over his head, and my mouth practically waters as I feast my eyes on the chiseled abs that form a tantalizing ladder down his torso, the well-defined pec muscles, and those broad, powerful shoulders. All I can think about is holding onto them as he buries himself inside of me. I lick my lips and he groans.

His eyes, dark with desire, lock onto mine, and he murmurs in a voice rough with need, "You have no idea what you do to me."

I smile up at him, undoing his belt. “Show me.”

He undoes his jeans, pulling them down over his hips, and his hard, cock springs free, in all its glorious length and girth. As he helps me undress, I can't help but admire his sculpted body — well-defined muscles that ripple and flex with every movement. The play of light and shadow accentuates every ridge and curve.

“Not to inflate your ego,” I say, fingers dancing across his flesh. “But you’re like a living Greek statue.”

Alex lets out a low, throaty chuckle, his eyes smoldering with desire. “I promise I’m flesh and blood, with a heart that beats only for you.”

"Prove it," I whisper, my voice heavy with desire.

His response is immediate and primal. Alex leans down, capturing my lips with his in a searing kiss, his hands roaming my body possessively. He enters me, slowly, patiently, as I moan, arching my back, my knees dropping to the bed as I accept him. All of him. The way he has always accepted me.

Our bodies move together, as our kisses deepen, and the world outside ceases to exist — the only reality is the intoxicating connection we share.

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