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“Only yours,” she moans.

“That’s right,” I growl, my hand sliding up her back to grip her hair, pulling her head back gently. “You’re mine to use, mine to worship, mine to fuckingruin.”

She cries out, her body shaking as I thrust deeper, hitting the spot that makes her moan my name like a prayer.

“You’re going to come for me again,” I command, feeling my own orgasm crest. “I’m not stopping until you do. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

Her body tenses as the pleasure builds up, and my god, she looks so fucking beautiful like this. Tied up, naked and desperate for another orgasm. My thumb finds her clit, rubbing it gently in time with my thrusts and in no time, she moans out, her body convulsing as another orgasm rips through her, her ass squeezing me so fucking tight it nearly drags me along with her.

“Fuck yes,” I grunt, pushing her through the aftershocks, her cries turning into broken whimpers as I drive her into overstimulation again. Her body shakes, her voice hoarse as she pleads for more, for mercy, for everything I’m willing to give her.

“I thought seeing people look at you like this would make me want to kill someone,” I murmur, my voice barely audible over her soft, broken cries. My hand tightens on her hip, holding her in place as I thrust into her again, savoring every second. “But seeing how beautiful you are, how gorgeous you look when you come…” I pause, my words catching as I push deeper. “I couldn’t keep such a masterpiece to myself.”

Her moans are raw, her body arching against the restraints, her wrists pulling at the cuffs as I push her higher, harder. She’s gone—lost in the pleasure, lost in me—and the sight of her like this, completely undone, is maddening.

“Amara,” I groan, her name breaking from my lips. My control slips as I thrust harder, my pace quickening, chasing the edge that’s been taunting me since the moment I touched her.

She sobs my name, her voice cracking, her body clenching around me as another orgasm rips through her. Her head falls forward, her hair sticking to her damp skin, and her legs shake as she collapses beneath me, spent but still taking everything I give her.

“Fuck,” I rasp, my grip tightening on her hips, as I bury my cock inside her.

A deep groan rumbles from my chest as I spill into her. My forehead drops to hers, my breaths ragged and uneven. She’s still shaking, her body so soft, so pliant beneath me, and I can’t help the way my hands roam over her, grounding her as much as myself.

When I finally still, I press a kiss to the curve of her neck, my hands moving to the cuffs, unlocking them carefully. She leans into me, her breathing still uneven, her body exhausted but sated.

“You did so good for me,” I whisper, my hands smoothing over her skin, brushing her hair back from her face.

She doesn’t reply, her head resting against my chest as she tries to catch her breath, but I feel the way her fingers curl into my shirt, holding onto me like I’m her lifeline.

And maybe I am.

Because I know one thing with absolute certainty.

I’m not letting her go.

Chapter thirty-five

Amara

Iwake up with Nicholas’s lips on mine. It’s a soft kiss, slow and lazy, like he has all the time in the world, and I break out into a smile, my stomach fluttering.

His lips leave mine, trailing down my neck. I feel his lips curve into a smile before he pulls away. “Morning,” he murmurs, his voice still rough from sleep.

My eyes flutter open, seeing Nicholas above me, already dressed, in a crisp suit.

“Where are you going?”

A sigh leaves his lips. “I need to head into work.”

“Today?” I ask, my brows dipping.

He nods, a groan leaving his lips. “All I want to do is get back into this bed and bury my head between your thighs until you scream my name. But I have a meeting with the board this morning to discuss the details of the merger.” He breathes out a sigh, shaking his head. “There’s still so much we need to figure out and the deadline is coming up soon.”

I blink, pushing myself up onto my elbows. “Yeah… I know.” I press my lips together, trying to act like the thought of us ending soon doesn’t affect me. I want Nicholas to get what he’s always wanted. I want him to succeed. But once this deal goes through and Blackwood Hotels go international, everything between us will end.

His gaze flickers to mine, sensing the sudden shift in my mood. He gives me a small, almost apologetic smile. “Stay. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back later.”

I try to smile, but it doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Okay.”

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