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I claim her mouth.

And fuck me, she’s perfect.

Soft, sweet, a perfect mix of hesitancy and hunger.

That fucking dress, the one that’s been driving me insane all night, feels like satin beneath my fingertips—but nothing compares to the heat of her skin, the way she trembles when I trace my fingers along her collarbone, up to her neck.

I tilt her chin up, deepening the kiss, swallowing the soft, helpless sound she makes.

A whimper.

A fucking whimper.

I swear to God, I almost drop to my knees right then and there.

The elevator dings.

The doors slide open.

And someone clears their throat.

A feral growl rises in my chest before I even turn around. I tuck Aella behind me, shielding her from whoever the fuck just interrupted us.

A man stands just beyond the doors, dressed in a sharp suit, his expression unreadable. Next to him— a bodyguard .

Recognition hits instantly. The mystery royal. The one who took over the block of rooms we usually reserve.

I don’t care.

I barely glance at him as I step out, Aella tight against my back, still dazed, still breathless.

The royal doesn’t look at me.

He knows better.

Smart man.

I keep walking, leading Aella past him, my mind set on one thing.

I had a plan tonight.

A backup suite. A space I reserved just in case this happened.

Just in case we happened.

And now?

We are fucking happening. Of that, I am damn sure.

There’s no turning back now. Not for me. Not for her.

I reach the door, punch in the code the hotel assigned me, and step inside.

Together.

Aella glances around, chewing on her lower lip, nerves flickering across her face.

I grip her chin, forcing her gaze to mine.

“It’s just you and me now, Pixie.”

A slow smirk tugs at my lips.

“No more distractions.”

I lead her to the bedroom, my body buzzing, my control threadbare at best.

I pour two fingers of Neat into a tumbler, watching the amber liquid catch the light.

“Drink?”

Aella’s big green eyes flick to the cup, hesitant, thoughtful.

She doesn’t answer, so I move closer, offering it to her.

She nods, taking a small sip, and I hum my approval before downing the rest in one go.

I’m not a big drinker.

But fuck—I need it.

I need the burn, the brief distraction, something to steady my goddamn nerves before I go off like a rocket before I even touch her.

Because I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life.

And now?

Now it’s here. And I need to make it last.

I set the glass down, turn back to her, voice low, dark, a command wrapped in silk, “Take it off, Pixie.”

She blinks, lips parting slightly.

“What?”

I roll my shoulders, start unbuttoning my shirt lazily, dragging it out, giving her time.

But my next words leave no room for hesitation.

“The dress. Take it off while I watch.”

Her breath hitches, and I see it.

The flash of nerves, the thrill, the way her pulse kicks up beneath the delicate skin of her throat.

She licks her lips, a subtle movement that makes me want to drag her to the bed and ruin her right now.

But I wait.

I let her do this on her terms.

Aella steps out of her heels first, toeing them off like she’s stalling.

I arch a brow.

“Something wrong?”

She swallows, her hands fidgeting at her sides.

“I—I’ve never undressed in front of a man before,” she confesses.

My gut tightens, my muscles tensing with something raw and primal.

I step forward, reach out, brush my knuckles along the side of her cheek.

“I’m your husband, Aella.”

I watch her reaction, let it settle deep in her bones.

“You can undress in front of me.”

She nods, but I see the shake in her hands, the hesitation in the way she lifts them toward the hidden zipper beneath her left arm.

The sound.

A slow, deliberate unzipping. It is fucking loud in this almost too quiet room. Like this moment is holy or something.

Maybe it is.

I’m zeroed in, every muscle wired, focused entirely on her as she peels the fabric apart.

Fuck. Me.

A glimpse of pale skin.

The curve of her waist.

The slow, agonizing reveal of a body that was made to be worshipped.

And Aella’s no coward.

She steels herself, meets my gaze head-on, and with a single, graceful motion, she pushes the damn thing all the way off.

And holy fucking hell.

She stands before me, wrapped in a scrap of silk that should be illegal, her body perfection and temptation incarnate.

My hands clench into fists at my sides, every cell in my body screaming to touch, taste, claim.

But I don’t.

Not yet.

Because I want her to see what she does to me first.

Because I want her to know, without a doubt, that she has me completely undone.

I undo my pants and push them off, my boxer briefs too, and I take in her wide eyed stare, feeling it down to my very marrow.

“Get on the bed.”

Her big eyes eat me up, but she listens. She obeys. Backing up until her thighs meet with the mattress.

Then she sits—with a fucking bounce that makes my mouth water.

She has dark nipples painting the edges of her tip-tilted breasts. Like raspberries atop a bowl of cream.

I want to taste them.

I growl and move and she starts to back up on the bed

But I reach out with my hand on her ankle and stop her retreat.

“Open your legs, Pixie. Let me see that pretty pink pussy you’ve been saving for me.”

“I-I can’t,” she says, and her cheeks turn dusky with embarrassment.

“You can. Do it, Mama. Show me what’s mine,” I growl and fist my dick, stroking it slowly, letting her see how she affects me.

“Fuck,” she moans and opens her trembling legs slowly.

My gaze dips down her body until I find that place I have been dreaming about for way longer than I should have been.

She’s wet .

Fucking glistening in the dim light of the hotel room.

I salivate for her. My cock is dripping precum, but I squeeze my balls to stave off any pre-ejaculatory emissions.

“So fucking pretty,” I groan and kneel on the bed.

“No one has ever seen me before, Sammy. I-I don’t know what to do,” she confesses.

“I got you, Pixie. And it’s a good thing no one else has seen you because you're mine. Mine. Now tell me.”

Her eyes heat and her chest is rising and falling rapidly now.

“I-I'm yours.”

“Good girl. Now you just hold your legs open while you and me get acquainted.”

She does. Fuck, I love how she listens to my commands.

I lean forward, not touching her anywhere else yet, and I press my face into her slick folds.

Then, I eat.