Se connecter“You make me want to be claimed,” Harper admits with a soft smile, “I never really liked rough or possessive guys, but somehow it is different when it comes to you. I find I want you to be more possessive.” Oliver’s heart skipped a beat at her admission, the soft smile on her face sending a rush of warmth through his chest. The vulnerability in her voice as she confessed wanting his possessiveness was more intoxicating than any physical act could ever be. “You have no idea what hearing that d
“You know,” Marius called out, his voice carrying easily across the quiet room. “If you are making pancakes, I expect them to be perfectly golden. No burnt edges. I have very high standards for my breakfast.”“I will try my best,” Tera said with a bright smile, turning to face him. “But I make no promises.” Marius chuckled, a low, warm sound that seemed to vibrate from deep in his chest. He watched her for a moment longer; the bright smile she aimed at him lingering in his mind like a photograph. “No promises,” he mimicked, his tone mock offended. “That is the attitude of a woman who knows she can get away with anything.” He sat up then, the cool air hitting his bare skin, and he did not bother reaching for anything to cover himself. Instead, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet meeting the hardwood floor with a soft thud. He ran both hands through his reddish-brown hair, pushing it back f
The vulnerability in Marius’s gaze was unmistakable now– not just for her, but for himself. “The roles we play,” he said, his voice low and thoughtful. “The graphic designer, the lover, the boss, the partner. We spend so much time being what everyone else expects that we forget who it is underneath it all.” His fingers traced circles on the back of her hand. “If you are dramatic and needy sometimes, then be dramatic and needy,” he said, his tone matter of fact, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.“So, we are agreed then,” Tera said with a soft smile. “We will just be ourselves when we are together.” Marius’s smile was slow, almost cautious, as if he were still getting used to the idea of something so uncomplicated. He lowered himself back down, pulling her against his chest until her back was flush against his front, his arm draped over her waist. “Agreed,” he murmured, hi
“Don’t,” Marius said softly, though there was no conviction in the command. His voice was still rough, still catching in his throat. “Do not look at me like that, Tera. I do not deserve it.” It was the most honest thing he had ever said to her, and the admission seemed to surprise even himself. He let out a short, self-deprecating breath and closed his eyes for a moment, letting her touch ground him. “Why is that?” Tera asked gently, no judgement in her voice.Marius opened his yellow green eyes again, staring up at the ceiling as if the answer were written there somewhere. He did not move from her touch; his cheek still pressed against her palm. “Because people like me– people like that version of me,” he said, gesturing vaguely toward the door, toward the world outside this room. “We are not meant for tenderness. We are meant for transactions. Negotiations. Getting what we want and moving on to the next thing
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against her skin. “Every time I think I have got a handle on things, you just… dismantle me.” His hand slid lower, his touch firm and certain, tracing the curved of her body with a reverence that contradicted his earlier bravado. He moved against her slowly, letting the friction build, letting the heat between them thicken until it felt like the air itself might catch fire. “No more talking,” he whispered, his lips finding hers again. The kiss was deeper this time, more demanding, his tongue sweeping against hers in a slow, rhythmic dance that mirrored the movement of his body. His fingers tightened on her hip, anchoring her to him as he pressed harder, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts against her mouth. Every muscle in his back was taut, every nerve ending firing as he mapped out the contact between them. There was no hesitation left in him– no profession
Tera goes onto her tip toes, wrapping her arms round Marius’s neck before kissing him. Marius’s hands found her waist instantly, his fingers digging into the soft skin there as he pulled her up to meet him. The kiss was warm, tasting faintly of the lingering humidity of the bathroom. He tilted his head, deepening the contact, his lips moving against hers with a slow, deliberate pressure. One of his hands slid up her back, fingers tangling in the damp hair at the nape of her neck, holding her steady on her tiptoes. “See,” he murmured against her lips, his voice barely a breath. “This is why I can’t be patient. You make it impossible.” He broke the kiss just enough to trail his lips down her jawline, his stubble grazing her skin. His breathing had gone heavier now, more focused. “Bed,” he repeated, but this time it was not a suggestion.Marius scooped Tera up into his arms without warning, his towel falling to the floor as h
Marius grabbed a second towel and held it out to Tera, his yellow green eyes trailing over her with a slow, appreciative gaze that never quiet left her. “Unless you have more spa treatments planned,” he added, a smirk returning to his lips. “Because I might need a second opinion on how much ‘fun’ we are actually having.” He stepped out of the shower stall, his bare feet hitting the cool brown tile floor.“You have another massage in mind?” Tera asked with a playful smile. Marius stopped mid-stride, the towel draped low on his hips and turned back to her. That slow, knowing smirk returned to his face, one that usually meant trouble for anyone on the receiving end. “I think I can come up with something,” he said, his voice dropping into that low register again. He closed the distance between them until he was standing right in front of her. He reached out, his damp hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lo
Oliver’s eyes darkened with satisfaction at her admission, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. The confession that her nervousness was due to attraction, not fear, sent a wave of possessive heat through him. “Attractive?” he repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You think
Oliver’s eyes widened slightly at her blunt observation, a low chuckle escaping his lips. The sound was rich and unexpected, breaking the usual seriousness, he carried around the office. “In a hurry,” he repeated, his voice laced with amusement. “You are saying my designers need to consider emergen
Oliver’s expression softened further, a rare warmth entering his icy blue eyes. He watched the way her hand instinctively went to her cheek, the nervous gesture only making her more endearing. “Clubbing,” he repeated with a dismissive wave of his hand. “That is what people in their twenties do. The
A small, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of Oliver’s mouth as she suggested a cafe mocha for tomorrow. The idea of another deviation from his usual black coffee routine seemed to amuse him in a way he rarely allowed himself. “Cafe mocha, huh?” he repeated, his voice losing some of its







