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RIKU

Maryam shivers against me, her breath coming in quick little gasps, her hands fisting the front of my shirt like she’s barely keeping herself together. But she doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t tell me to stop. She fucking wants this. Wants me.

I drop my head lower, my lips brushing just under her ear, feeling the tremble that runs through her body.

“Tell me to stop,” I murmur.

Silence. Heavy. Charged.

Her fingers tighten on my shoulders.

“Maryam,” I rasp.

She still doesn’t say a word. Instead, she tilts her chin up. Just a fraction, just enough. In an invitation. A surrender. And that’s all I need.

I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing the little moans she makes as I pin her against the door, pressing her soft curves flush against my hard muscles. She’s sweet, so damn hot for me,melting into me like she’s been waiting for this just as long as I have. For fucking ever.

Her hands slide up, fingers burying in my hair, tugging hard enough to make me groan. Fuck. She wants to play rough? I press deeper, my hands roaming down, gripping her hips, pulling her closer until she’s exactly where I want her. She makes this soft, needy little sound that goes straight to my cock, and I lose what little restraint I had left. I bite her full lower lip, and she whimpers.

I break the kiss only long enough to rasp, “Bedroom. Now.”

Maryam blinks up at me, dazed, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. She swallows hard, then nods.

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MARYAM

I should not be here. I should not be at Riku Watanabe’s house. Kissing him like my life depends on it, letting him tell me what to do like I’m already his. But here I am. And the worst part is I don’t want to leave.

My legs are shaking as he grabs my hand, pulling me deeper into his house, deeper into him. The space is dark, sleek, modern, but I barely register any of it because all I can focus on is this beautiful man. His powerful grip. His broad back. The way his whole body radiates heat, dominance, and something I’ve never felt before—something raw and primal. Fucking dangerous.

I don’t know how we make it to his room. I don’t even realize we’re there until I’m pressed against another door, Riku’s mouthon me again. I feel myself being lifted, wrapped around him, pressed into something soft. His bed. Oh, God.

His weight is everywhere, his big hands. And when his mouth moves to my throat, I gasp, arching under him.

“Riku…”

He growls, low, and I swear I feel it everywhere. Between my legs. Down my spine. Wrapped around my entire body.

I should slow this down. I should think. But I can’t. Not when he’s undoing the straps of my dress, pulling the fabric down, inch by inch, like he’s unwrapping a damn present.

His voice goes dark with hunger as he rasps, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

His mouth moves lower and I surrender. Completely.

Chapter 6

RIKU

Maryam melts under me, her breath hitching, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I drag her dress lower, baring smooth, warm skin that was made for my hands. She gasps when my teeth find her collarbone, her body arching into me like she already knows she belongs here. And fuck, she does.

I slide a hand up her thigh, feel her shiver at the contact. Her pulse flutters under my mouth, her body soft and perfect under mine, and I swear I’ve never wanted anything the way I want her. I lift my head, catch her gazing up at me, pupils blown wide, lips parted, breathless and wrecked already. She’s so damn beautiful. It knocks the air from my lungs.

I push her dress down completely, my hands roaming over newly exposed skin, memorizing every inch of her.

Her breath comes faster. Her nails dig in deeper.

I press my lips to her ear, my voice rough with hunger. “Look at you,” I murmur. “So fucking perfect.”

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