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“I can’t... I can’t—” she gasps, her body tensing as her orgasm builds again.
Her legs lock around me tighter, heels digging into my back, urging me on as I thrust harder, faster, lost in the rhythm of her body. Each time I slam into her, she arches into me, her gasps turning into desperate, breathless moans. The sounds she makes drive me wild, the way her body clings to mine, the way she shudders beneath me.
Sweat slicks our skin, our breaths mingling in the hot, charged air of the penthouse bedroom. The city lights from the massive windows cast a soft glow across her flushed skin, illuminating her in shades of gold. Her hair fans out across the pillows like flames, wild and untamed, just like her.
“God, Liam…” she moans, her voice trembling as I hit the spot deep inside her that makes her eyes roll back, her body tightening around me. She’s close, I can feel it, and the knowledge only fuels me. My thrusts grow deeper, rougher, my cock sliding in and out of her slick heat with a delicious friction that has us both on the edge.
Her nails drag down my back, leaving fiery trails of sensation, and I groan in response, my muscles straining with the effort of holding back.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her ear, my voice rough with possessiveness. It’s not a question; it’s a statement. I need her to know it. I need her to feel it. “Say you're mine.”
Her breath hitches, her eyes locking onto mine with a desperate, hungry intensity. “Yours,” she gasps, her voice breaking as she grips me harder with her legs, pulling me deeper.
That single word is my undoing.
With a feral groan, I thrust into her harder, my hips slamming against hers, the bed creaking beneath us. Her moans turn into cries, her nails digging into my skin as I push her to the brink. Her body tensing, her walls tightening around me like a vice, and I know she’s about to come undone.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur against her lips, my breath hot against her skin as I suck the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Let go.”
And she does. Her body convulses beneath me, a broken moan slipping from her lips as she shatters, her orgasm rippling through her in wave after wave. The sight of her coming apart beneath me is enough to send me over the edge. My release hits me like a tidal wave, so powerful that it steals the breath from my lungs.
I groan her name, my hips slamming into hers one last time as I empty myself into her, my entire body shuddering with the intensity of it. For a moment, all I can do is hold her, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling in the heavy, heated air.
As the waves of pleasure subside, I collapse beside her, pulling her against me. She curls into my chest, her breath still ragged, her body soft and pliant in the aftermath of what wejust shared. I brush her damp hair away from her face, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
Outside the penthouse, the city hums with life, the world continuing on as if nothing has changed. But everything feels different now. The space between us, once filled with tension and unresolved feelings, now feels electric, charged with something deeper. Something real.
She lays there, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, and for the first time in years, I feel...at peace. Like all the pieces that have been scattered between us are starting to fit back together.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper, my voice hoarse but steady.
She tilts her head up, meeting my eyes. There’s a vulnerability there but also a quiet strength, as if she’s weighing my words, testing their truth. For a moment, she says nothing, just watches me with that unreadable expression of hers.
Then she nods, a soft smile curving her lips. “Good,” she whispers.
I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent of her. My heart pounds in my chest, not just from the physicality of what we’ve done, but from the sheer gravity of it. From the understanding that this—whatever it is between us—is far from over.
And I want more.
More of her. More of us.
I lie entwined with Aleria, my fingers absently tracing patterns along her spine. A contentment I haven’t felt in years washes over me.
Her breath tickles my chest, steady and warm. I glancedown, catching a flicker of something in her eyes—a shadow of a thought that makes my heart skip a beat.
“Hey,” I murmur, gently tilting her chin up. “You okay?”
A sharp ring slices through our cocoon of intimacy. Marcus.
“Mr. Valeur?” Marcus’s voice, tight with urgency, carries through the phone. “There’s been a situation. We need you. Now.”
Aleria’s body tenses against mine. Her eyes, moments ago soft with afterglow, now dart between my face and the phone. The question in them is clear as day.
I close my eyes, swallowing hard. The real world crashes back, bringing all the complications we’ve yet to face. Our new relationship is about to face its first real test, and I’m not sure if we’re ready for it.
“I have to?—”
“Go,” she whispers, but there’s a new distance in her voice that makes my chest ache.
