Page 52 of Steel Beauty

I lift myself onto my knees and lower myself, repeating the motion over and over. Our bodies move in unison, a slow and steady rhythm that consumes us both in an intense dance of passion.

His hands are gentle but firm as they hold on to my hips, guiding me and meeting my movements with subtle thrusts upward. His voice, deep and velvety, is filled with raw desire as he exhales the words, “The way you feel wrapped around me is un-fucking-believable.”

With my arms draped around his shoulders, I move up and down, my hips rolling in perfect rhythm with the music. Every movement is deliberate and delicious, as I savor him moving inside me and embrace the moment fully. “You promised me the time of my life. But maybe I’m the one who’s going to giveyouthe time ofyourlife.”

“This is a damn good start.” His words spill out in a low, husky murmur that sends shivers racing down my spine.

He grips my hips, his palms imprinting on to my skin as he guides my movements. Our eyes are locked in an unbreakable gaze, filled with primal desire and unwavering determination. The sound of our breaths fills the space between us as I ride him with a steady pace. Our bodies move together in a seductive rhythm, each movement igniting an inferno of pleasure that consumes us both.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says.

I nod, unable to speak.

His fingers dig into my skin, gripping me with a fierce intensity as his body moves in perfect synchronization with mine. Each thrust brings us closer to the edge, the heat between us building with every movement.

He lets out a deep groan, his movements becoming slower and deeper. I squeeze tightly around him, eager to bring him to the brink of ecstasy. In one last powerful thrust, he drives himself deeply into me and releases with a strong pulse. The overwhelming sensation consumes me, and I cry out as pulsating waves of pleasure wash over my entire body, fully embracing the moment.

He gently brushes my hair away from my face, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. A contented sigh escapes me as I nestle closer to his chest.

“That was amazing,” he says, his lips lingering against my skin. “Again.”

“Mm-hmm.” The small murmur of agreement is soft and content as I snuggle deeper into his embrace.

“The chemistry between us is something else.”

“Unmatched.” I steal a quick kiss from his lips as the doorbell chimes through the penthouse suite. “Looks like your breakfast has arrived, sir.”

When I return from answering the door, I stop in my tracks, laughter bubbling up. Caesar is standing by the bed wearing the other robe from the bathroom closet—or at least he’s attempting to wear it. It doesn’t come close to closing over his broad chest, and the loosely knotted belt barely keeps it in place. At least he’s got boxer briefs on underneath though they don’t exactly conceal how impressively built he is.

My attention shifts to the absurd spread of food on the cart—plates piled high with pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, fruit, and at least three different kinds of toast. I stare at it, wide-eyed. “Are you seriously planning to eat all of that?”

Caesar’s towering frame makes the dining cart look like a piece of dollhouse furniture. “I’m two centimeters shy of two meters tall and I weigh 109 kilograms. What do you think?”

I’m out of my depth on this one without some math. “I’m American. That means absolutely nothing to me unless I pull out a calculator.”

“All right, yank babe. I’m just about six feet six and 240 pounds.”

My jaw slackens. I knew he was big, but hearing the numbers said out loud proves how massive he is.

“Are you sure wrestling wasn’t your old gig?” I give him a slow once-over. “Because you’re looking an awful lot like Roman Reigns but with shorter hair.”

He tips his head back, his laugh deep and unrestrained. “Not wrestling. And I can promise you I’m definitely not Roman Reigns.”

“Well, you should’ve been a wrestler. You’d fit right in with Roman and The Rock.”

“What I did was tougher than scripted wrestling.”

Curiosity tugs at me. “Who are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face. “I could figure it out, you know. A quick internet search and I’d have all the answers.”

A playful challenge burns in his gaze. “So why don’t you?”

“Because I like the mystery. It’s more fun not knowing.”

He nods slowly. “I get that.”

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