LOGIN“What are you craving? Past? Pizza? Or something more exotic?” Oliver’s blue eyes flick back to Harper, a teasing glint in them as he waits for her response. While she decides on the dinner options, Oliver begins tidying up the kitchen counter. His movements are efficient and practiced, a habit from his organized nature. “Pasta sounds fine,” she says casually, and she kicks of the black mule heels she had on. “This all feels very domestic does it not?&rdquo
“Come on,” Marius said softly, helping Isabella stand on shaky legs. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You have earned a proper bath after all that.” His hands found hers naturally as he led her toward the suite’s opulent bathroom. The marble floor gleamed underfoot while soft lighting cast a warm glow across the spacious room. “Unless you would prefer a shower?” he offered with a teasing grin. “A quick shower would be better,” she said casually. They go into the spacious, modern bathroom. The room was designed with a clean, minimalist aesthetic and a soft neutral colour palette. The room was large and open, with light cream coloured floor tiles and the walls are painted in warm, muted tones. There is a smooth, curved white bathtub on the right side of the room, positioned near a large window which is dressed in taupe curtains that are partially open.Next to the bathtub sits a compact, rounded, modern toilet. Against the b
“Look at you taking my cock so perfectly,” Marius panted against Isabella’s shoulder, his voice thick with arousal. “You were made for this– to be bent over and fucked hard until you can’t think straight.” His hands slip up to grip her breasts roughly, squeezing the soft flesh while his hips continued their punishing rhythm. The suite’s opulent décor became a distant memory as pure carnal instinct took over. “I am going to fill this perfect pussy until it is dripping down her thighs,” Marius promised darkly. “You are going to feel me for days after this.” Isabella’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with the force of his assault. She climaxes again, her body shaking and she struggles to keep upright. Her breath is ragged, sweat covers her body. “The chair,” she mutters. “I want to ride you.”Marius’s yellow green eyes flashed with renewed excitement at Isabel
Through the hotel floor-to-ceiling windows the city glows with thousands of scattered lights, creating a tapestry of gold, white and soft amber against the darkness of the night. The skyline stretches across the horizon, with tall buildings rising like elegant silhouettes. Their illuminated windows sparkle like distant start, while a few brighter towers stand proudly above the rest, their crowns glowing against the cloudy night sky. Reflections shimmer faintly on the window glass, blending the interior darkness with the vibrant life outside. The intimacy created by the soft flow of the city below is lost on Marius and Isabella as lust fills the quiet hotel room. “Tell me you are on birth control,” Marius commanded between kisses along her neck. “Because I am not stopping for condoms tonight.” His erections trained against the thin fabric of his boxers as he ground against her bare flesh. “I have an IUD,” she muttered. “So, there is no worrie
Harper looked over at the clock on the nightstand which said it was 9:46 PM. “I should probably put on that shirt now,” she said softly. “So, we can go to bed.” Oliver groans playfully at the reminder of the time, his body still heavy and relaxed from their lovemaking. “Already? I was hoping to keep your right here all night.” He rolls off her reluctantly, stretching out on his side to watch as she sits up in bed. The sight of her naked body in the soft lamplight makes him want to pull her back down immediately. “Fine, but you are wearing that shirt to bed and nothing else,” he says with a smirk, reaching over to grab the black t-shirt from where it fell onto the floor earlier. “I want to wake up tomorrow morning and see you wearing my clothes in my bed.” He tosses the black t-shirt onto her lap before flopping back against the pillows with a content sigh.Harper pulls the shirt over her head and then settles in besi
“Say it back,” Oliver whispers urgently. “Tell me you love me while I am making you mine completely.” His hands move to grip the headboard above Harper’s shoulders, giving himself leverage to push into her slowly inch by agonizing inch. Each movement is deliberate and controlled, allowing her body time to adjust and stretch around him. “I do,” she muttered. “I love you.” His entire body goes still at her whispered confession, the raw vulnerability in her voice hitting him harder than any physical sensation. His blue eyes lock with hers in the dim bedroom light, emotion swimming in their depths. “Say it again,” he whispers roughly, his voice thick with unshed tears. “I need to hear you say it while I am making love to you properly.” He begins moving then– not the frantic pace of earlier but a slow, deliberate rhythm designed to maximize pleasure for them both.Each stroke is a deliberate claim
Back in Oliver’s bedroom, Harper stands completely naked in front of him, her dark blue dress pooled at her feet. “Are you sure you want me to put this black t-shirt on now?” she asks teasingly. “Or should I put it on a bit later?” Oliver’s blue eyes darken with obvious desire as he takes in the sight of her standing completely naked before him. The playful challenge in her voice sends a jolt of heat straight to his groin. “Much later,” he says, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I want to memorize every inch of your right now.” He stands up from the bed; his movements deliberate as he closes the distance between them. His hands find her hips again, pulling her flush against his bare chest. “The shirt can wait,” he murmurs against her lips. “First I am going to lay you down on that bed and explore every part of you that is been hidden under those clothes all day.”Oliver’s fingers t
The next morning Harper woke up before Oliver. Her eyes blinked open and for a moment she forgot where she was. She rolled around to see Oliver asleep next to her, his arm slumped over her waist possessively. He looked so peaceful and content. Harper studies his face, the way his rough shortly tr
“Hearing you scream my name like that… it is everything.” Oliver said breathlessly. “Yeah, was it sweet and sexy wrapped into one?” Harper asked teasingly and breathlessly, her voice hoarse from screaming his name. Oliver let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest where she was
“Well, I hear that is what girlfriends are supposed to do,” Harper says with a teasing smile and wiggle her hips on top of him. Oliver’s icy blue eyes darkened instantly at her teasing movement, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. His grip on her hips tightened almost painfully, grinding
“Our relationship starts and ends when we leave the building each evening. Understood?” Oliver asks sternly. Harper nods. “I understand. It is probably for the best. Would not want anyone catching us doing something inappropriate,” she agrees. Oliver’s shoulders relaxed visibly at her agreement,







