All Chapters of Paperwork and Hearthbeats: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Marius’s gaze swept over Isabella’s figure appreciatively before meeting her hazel green eyes again. “I hope you are prepared to deliver on the promise, Isabella. My expectations are high.” “Is that a challenge?” she asked with a smirk while sliding onto the backseat. Once they were both in the backseat, she leaned against him and her hand was already on his groin. His breath hitched as her hand boldly cupped his growing erection through his trousers. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, his yellow green eyes gleaming with challenge in return. “Consider it an invitation,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky register. “I like a woman who knows what she wanted and is not afraid to take it.” His own hand came to rest on her thigh, thumb stroking the smooth fabric of her black dress. The car moved smoothly through city streets, headlights flashing across their faces in brief intervals.“Tell me, Isabella,&rdq

“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

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

“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

Marius continued into his modern kitchen at the back, where a long dark kitchen island accompanied by several wooden bar stools with black metal lags, separated the living room from the kitchen. Above the island hung three pendant lights with simple elegant fixtures. He opened one of the white cabinetries lining the kitchen wall and took a glass out. Then he moved over to the fridge and poured himself some soda. He moved through his house like ghost. When he entered his bedroom, he did not bother changing out of his dress shirt, simply unbuttoning the top few buttons and pulling his phone from his pocket. He walked over to his bed as he looked to see if her had any messages or emails. The bed was unmade, with soft grey bedding and several pillows loosely arranged across the mattress. Large black metal window frames dominate the right side of the room and heavy dark grey curtains hang from ceiling-mounted tracks.A light grey area rug extends beneath the bed and along the left