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"You're already trying to make me come inside you?" I ask. "It's no wonder I couldn't resist you. This body was made to be bred by a real man. You were waiting for me to come take what's mine."

Her eyes glaze over. She traps her lower lip between her teeth as she rolls her hips underneath me.

"Go ahead, baby," I say. "Earn that Christmas bonus. Work that magic pussy up and down my cock. You're doing such a good job taking care of your boss."

Her cheeks flush with color.

She can't even act offended because I can feel the effect I have on her. She's all but dripping down my cock now, the wet heat of her pussy cinching tighter around me with every filthy word I share.

She likes being objectified by me.

"I'll come find you every night now," I say. "And if you try to hide from me, I'll hunt you down, Emma. I'll fill your little pussy up with my cock and fuck you until your throat is hoarse from screaming my name."

She's strangling my cock now, trying to buck her hips against mine even though she barely has any space to move.

"You're such a horny little thing," I say, squeezing her full breasts. "Do you want to come on my cock again, Emma?"

She digs her heels into my back and arches into my hand, filling me with her softness.

I grab her thighs and push them up against her chest, molding her like a doll that was made just to cater to my wildest fantasies.

I cram myself inside her over and over again, unleashing more of my power on her with every thrust. I study her body to see how much she can take. But I know that she was built to handle me.

She was built just for me and nobody else.

I lean down and press my mouth against my ear.

"You've awakened the beast in me now, Emma," I say. "Did you think there wouldn't be any consequences? Keep these thighs open and take my cock like a good girl now."

"Klaus." Her husky voice moaning my name nearly tips me over the edge.

I bury my face against her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. She smells like a bakery. Like sugar and cinnamon and nutmeg. She's sweet, but it only makes the thoughts in my head more corrupt.

"You're allowed to like it, princess," I say. "You're already on your back for me, taking my cock like a big girl. You might as well let yourself enjoy it."

She grips me even tighter. She's near the edge.

"Go ahead, princess," I say. "Shatter."

When I feel her gripping me like a vise, I go for broke. I fuck her with crude thrusts of my hips until my release takes me under.

Both of us are submerged underwater now. We're each other's only source of oxygen. Of life.

She looks at me with so much trust in her eyes. It makes me want to be the kind of man who's worthy of that trust. I want to be a man who's worthy of her.

"I've got you, baby," I say, kissing her temple. "I've got you."

Her eyelashes flutter close. The rush of emotion I feel when I'm with her is almost too much. She's unearthing everything buried inside me, and I'm not entirely sure if that's a good thing.

I've never felt this way before, but I can't deny how right it feels.

Every cell inside me is alive and buzzing with energy. This is the kind of high that cartels would kill to emulate.

I cup her cheek and caress her jaw with my thumb. She's a work of art. I've never experienced anything like her.

As I hold her, tears rush to her eyes.

"What's the matter?" I ask, pulling away in alarm. "Did I hurt you?"

She shakes her head. "No."

"What is it, then?" I ask.

"I'm scared, Klaus," she says. "You make me feel so much every time we're together. I don't know if I can handle it if you go back to treating me like I mean nothing to you. Promise me you won't act like we're just two strangers in the morning."

Seeing the pain in her eyes has a visceral effect on me.

All I know is that I never want to see her like this again. I would take a bullet for this girl. I wouldn't hesitate to die for her. And...I want her to know that.

"I'll promise you one thing," I say. "As long as I'm alive, nothing and nobody will ever touch you."

"That's not what I asked." She lays her sleepy head on my chest.

Tendrils of light form where her head makes contact with my skin. It glows brighter and brighter until I'm blinded by the light.

My heart feels like it's undergoing a renovation just to make space for this girl.

She falls asleep in my arms.

I need to rest too, but there are some things I need to do first.

I wait until she's fully asleep. I'm careful not to wake her as I slip out of the covers and head to my office.

Being a billionaire comes with its fair share of stress and pressure, but it definitely has some perks. I fire off a series of emails before going back to the bedroom.

By the time I wake up in the morning, a large number of problems will be dealt with.

I gather Emma into my arms again, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me.

It feels like I found the other half of me.

I understand now why people use words like “soulmate” and “twin flame” to describe the person they love. All the other words that exist feel too mortal to describe something this monumental.

Magic.

That could be the only explanation for how this girl ended up in my life.