Page 111 of Wild Tangled Hearts

My palms rest on his chest, and I stand on my toes to brush my lips against his.

His arms wrap around me, pulling me close, and I can feel the steady rhythm of his heart.

When we finally break the kiss, I can’t help but smile up at him, brimming with happiness. “I’m glad I’m with you, too.”

“We have a lot packed into the next few days,” he says. “I want to show you Times Square, the Empire State Building, and, of course, a Broadway show.”

“Really? Which one?

“I have tickets for Six. It has excellent reviews, but if you would like to see something else—”

“No, that’s perfect.”

“Good.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “I have a couple...meetings that I need to attend while we’re here. But every free moment is yours.”

“And what do you have planned forright now?” I ask, loosening his tie.

Sebastian’s eyes gleam with mischief as my fingers work their way down the buttons of his shirt. His voice, filled with a seductive undertone, replies, “Now I have something entirely different in mind.”

Before I can react, he scoops me up into his arms, causing me to squeal with surprise. The world spins around us as he carries me towards the plush king-sized bed, the luxurious centerpiece of our suite.

With a playful yet irresistible grin, he gently lays me down on the silky sheets. Sebastian hovers above me. The connection between us is tangible.Real. And I know I’m past the point of falling,

I’m in love with him.

He kisses me softly. The taste of him is addictive. His touch is a promise of things to come, and I arch into his caress, my desire building with every stroke.

“Sebastian,” I whisper his name, heat pooling in my core.

His lips trail from my mouth down to my neck. Each sensation sends ripples of pleasure through me, and I revel in the exquisite torment of his touch.

Deftly, his fingers find the zipper of my dress, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he unzips it, revealing the red lace and silk of my lingerie, a secret I had saved for this very moment. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight, and a low growl of approval escapes his lips.

“Stunning,” he murmurs, his voice filled with reverence and hunger.

I tug at his shirt, eager to have his body against mine. With each button undone, I uncover more of his sculpted chest. My fingers trace the contours of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his bronze skin beneath my touch. His shoulders rise and fall with every ragged breath, his hands caressing every inch of me with a fervent hunger.

The hours fade into a symphony of whimpers and groans. He plays my body with expertise, and as each orgasm ripples through me, I cling to him with a need that’s more than just physical release.

“I love you,” I moan against his mouth.

He pulls back, dark eyes searching mine. A small smile tugs at his lips. His cock is still buried deep inside me, and he brushes my hair away from my face. “I love you, too, Bella.”

My chest squeezes with the intensity of the moment. And when he moves inside me, his thrusts, his touch, his kisses are even more consuming. With a primal need, I arch my back, pressing myself closer to him, and the world disappears.

There’s only him and me, and the ecstasy that builds, until it peeks, and I cry out, “Sebastian,” as pleasure rips through my body. A sensation stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before.

His groan is guttural, his kiss feral as he quivers with his release.

“My god, Bella,” he says roughly against my mouth. “We may not leave the Suite if you keep that up.”

I chuckle, snuggling into his arms as he rolls on his back. “I’m good with that. Doesn’t matter where we are if I’m with you.”

Love.We said that important word. But it seems almost inadequate in the face of such profound emotion.

The following two days are a whirlwind of extraordinary experiences, exceeding all of Sebastian’s promises. We stroll through Central Park, indulging in meals that could easily surpass my entire week’s salary. But it’s the simple hours spent wrapped in his warm embrace I treasure most.

Sebastian has a meeting this afternoon, and I welcomed the opportunity to immerse myself in the world of New York culture. As I set out on my own, making my way towards The Metropolitan Museum of Art, the anticipation of exploring its vast collection of treasures fills me with excitement.

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