d soul are all trapped inside his mouth as I cannot think o

hunger for his warmth – giving room for m

ltrily, wafting his hot b

rain is pretty much a mesh of nonsense right now, pushing

ks when his hazel eyes pierce into mine, dark and seductive. His last words do the magic, passing a ton of

ght hand, spiking my pulse through unhealthy levels. The first few steps I take as he begins to lead us away are certainly robotic. I only manage a fraction of control when I

ng in such an enclosed space alone with him. It is now a conscious ef

rs. "The video quality was good, yeah?" he asks and goes mute, waiting for a response perhaps. "Have Levi wrap thing

and the doors slide open, paving the way to a lonely

s us, followed by another hallway and two ladie

king past them who line up by the side with thei

tallic tray with a black acces

all he says and the

wooden gigantic double doors I want to believe are the LAST. He tilts the doorknob open, and the creak t

ads. My jaw sags and I am in awe of just how much sits in his account. Whatever amount it is, it sure is bloating because what the actual hell? It feels like this room al

silent 'alone?' that's left hopping around the ti

y face, pointing at a door. He's clearly teasing me because I already know a conglomerate owner cannot have a suite as jaw-dropping as this without act

ying all of this, while the other keeps it l

en my legs suddenly float off the ground, and now I'm suspended in his arms.

d doesn't lag in elegance. The king-sized bed is perfectly dressed with a black duvet cover that matche

a sofa across from me while he places me frailly on anot

front of me and unexpectedly bend

ke my leg can finally breathe as the muscles around it relax. He picks up my feet so delicately and uses his thumb to massage the sole. His fingertips are icy, s

knowledge, he doesn't either. I mean, we're on

love at f

s

ter he's been on the foot massage for seconds now. I flex my toes, wi

he's searching for something. "I'm willing to spare you the night." Raising

ks but it's already busted. I hear a huff a

e with the othe

e le

nt him

lephone by the bed, on a black wooden side stool. Do I have to dial his number with that? "You don't need to dial any n

ding direct eye contact. What was all th

smitten

shoes WO

ower lip in an immature protest. I certainly would not be feeling disappointed because he wants to leave if th

ort him, bringing our faces closer. "So you don't get too cold without me," he says in a husky tone, turning my heart into a jelly. I curl my toes inwardly. Peering this deeply into his eyes

I wouldn't mind subjecting this beat body to his punishment, until h

liness that now dances a

nough to approach me and decided to cut corners by using his mon

king about here. He's gone through scarier advers

nsigni

RED to

still, isn't he

much affection keep me company through my night's activities, shielding my he

I wonder where he could be and why he

xt Mor

ould grow taller tha

The image of Ivan's face towering over me while he says, 'Good morning, beautiful,' and s

e sle

e other end of the duvet is flipp

tighter, I squeal inwardly at t

ificant other accompanies my hand as it glides backward across the bed to fish my handset lying on the s

IAR image pops up, washing away the rela

y face in its direction, Ivan surfaces from

rel. He isn't

e said that resounds in my head, surging a fresh wav

t my appalled expression ask,

k," he says, narro

d off my senses so I can think of any other 'logical' reaction, on closing our distance, my hand leaps f

dev