로그인“Turn around.” Nicolas’s voice carried a quiet authority that made Marie’s breath catch.
The moment the command left his lips, the air in the room thickened with a new kind of tension. Marie's breath hitched as she felt his hands on her hips, guiding her trembling body onto her hands and knees. The cool sheets pressed against her palms while her knees sank into the mattress, her
Nicolas led Marie through a corridor she had never explored before, one hand resting lightly against the small of her back. The mansion seemed endless, with its elegant hallways, enormous windows, and quiet corners, but this particular wing felt different. The farther they walked, the more the faint scent of paint and something earthy filled the air.They reached a pair of tall wooden doors at the end of the corridor. Nicolas pushed one open, stepped aside, and gestured for her to enter. Marie crossed the threshold, and her breath caught in her throat.The room was enormous. It resembled a private art gallery and workshop combined, a vast hall with high ceilings, tall windows, and sunlight spilling across the polished floor. The walls were lined with shelves, crammed with tubes of paint, jars of brushes, and rolls of canvas. Sculptin
Morning sunlight slipped through the enormous windows of Nicolas’s bedroom, spilling across the dark silk sheets and illuminating the quiet room.Marie stirred beneath the covers, slowly becoming aware of the warmth surrounding her, a solid, radiating heat pressed against every inch of her. For a moment, she remained still, enjoying the unfamiliar comfort of waking up somewhere that suddenly felt less like a stranger’s house and more like a place she belonged.She turned her head and found Nicolas sleeping beside her. She was completely tangled in him. Her legs were intertwined with his, her cheek pressed against the hard plane of his back, her arm draped possessively across his waist. He was lying on his stomach, his face turned away from her, one arm flung out to the side as if he had reached for her in his sleep.
Marie stared at Nicolas. “You're mine now.” The words were still ringing in her ears, and the maddening man beside her seemed perfectly content with the effect he had produced. He watched her with an expression that was almost amused, his fingers lazily tracing the back of her hand.“Are you going to say something?” he asked.Marie blinked. “What exactly did you mean?”Nicolas tilted his head. “Which part?”“Don't play innocent with me.”A smile tugged at his mouth. “I wasn't aware I was playing anything.”She narrowed her eyes
“Turn around.” Nicolas’s voice carried a quiet authority that made Marie’s breath catch.The moment the command left his lips, the air in the room thickened with a new kind of tension. Marie's breath hitched as she felt his hands on her hips, guiding her trembling body onto her hands and knees. The cool sheets pressed against her palms while her knees sank into the mattress, her body instinctively assuming the position he demanded.Nicolas paused, letting his eyes feast on the sight before him. Marie's round, supple ass rose in the air, her back arched in a perfect curve, her pussy glistening with the evidence of her desire. The sight was intoxicating, a sweet, forbidden fruit he had craved for far too long.He had told himself countless times t
The world had narrowed down to the singular, electric point of contact where Nicolas’s tongue met Marie’s most sensitive nerves. She was lost in a haze of white-hot sensation, her fingers digging into the mattress and his hair, her hips bucking instinctively against his face."Yes, daddy! Suck on it! Yes! Right there! Oh God!" Marie cried out, her voice echoing through the room, stripped of all inhibition.She bit her bottom lip, trying to anchor herself as her entire body was engulfed in a tidal wave of pleasure. She was on the precipice, the tension in her thighs reaching a breaking point, her pussy pulsing with a desperate, rhythmic need for release. She stared at him, breathless and disoriented, her fingers still curled around his shoulders. His eyes held hers, darkened by an intensity that made her heart race.
The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting silver shadows across the bedroom as Nicolas stood before Marie, his presence commanding every inch of the space between them. The air was thick with anticipation, that electric charge that had been building between them all evening, threatening to combust at any moment.His fingers worked the buttons of his shirt with deliberate slowness, each one revealing a new expanse of tanned, muscular chest that made Marie's breath catch in her throat. He shrugged the fabric from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a forgotten heap.His jeans followed next, the denim sliding down his thighs as his eyes never left hers, those piercing blue irises that had captivated her from the very first moment she'd laid eyes on him. There was something primal in his gaz







