Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Lorenzo,” she breathes against the side of my neck, her voice trembling with emotion. “Please…”
Her words nearly undo me, but I maintain control, wanting to draw out this moment as long as possible. I increase the pace slightly, needing to see her unravel completely.
Her eyes flutter closed, and she tilts her head back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. I lean in before kissing and nipping at her skin. The rapid pulse of her heartbeat pounds against my lips as she arches against me. Her body writhes in ecstasy, and I feel her inner muscles tighten around my cock. Her body trembles as she approaches the edge. Her nails rake down my back, leaving trails of sensation that spur me on.
She comes apart in my arms, screaming my name as her body shudders with the force of her climax. The sight, the sound, and the feel of her send me over the edge.
We stay like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, and our bodies entwined. The world outside this bathroom ceases to exist, and there’s only us, wrapped in the aftermath of our passion.
I press a gentle kiss to her forehead, still cradling her in my arms. “Are you alright?”
She looks up at me, a sweet smile spreading across her face. “More than alright. That was… beyond words.”
I smile back as my heart nearly bursts from the happiness flowing through me. “I need you,” I whisper, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. “You’re everything to me.”
Her eyes shimmer with emotion, and she pulls me down for another slow and lingering kiss. “You mean the world to me, too,” she whispers against my lips.
We stay there for a while longer, wrapped in each other, savoring the connection we’ve forged. The challenges ahead are daunting, but right now, in this moment, we have each other, and that is enough.
As I lift her down from the counter, keeping her close, I know that whatever comes our way, we’ll face it together. And that gives me a strength, a hope, I never knew I needed. Finding my curvy little soulmate has changed my entire existence.
The skyline of New York comes into view, a jagged horizon of steel and glass that stands in stark contrast to the tranquil azure we just left behind. As the yacht glides smoothly into the marina, my mind shifts gears, settling back into the controlled precision required by my life in this city.
Mira stands beside me, her hand in mine, both of us watching as the crew busily prepares for docking. Her presence is a comforting anomaly, a reminder of the unexpected softness that has entered my otherwise hardened world.
As we disembark, the familiar gritty energy of New York greets us with its usual intensity. An armor-plated yet nondescript black SUV waits for us. Antonio walks over and talks to the driver for a moment before turning to give me a nod, signaling that everything is secure and going according to plan.
The drive to my penthouse is smooth but tense. Mira's fingers remain intertwined with mine, her grip tightening slightly as we near the heart of the city. She gazes out the window, taking in the hectic streets and the loudness of the busy city that never seems to pause.
We finally arrive and the elevator ride up to the penthouse is filled with the soft hum of the mechanisms and the occasional chime as we pass floor after floor. My penthouse, perched high above the chaos of the city, is a sanctuary of luxury and safety. The doors slide open, revealing the expansive living space bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun.
"Welcome to my home," I tell her, leading her inside. Mira steps in, her eyes wide as she takes in the elegant décor, the plush furniture, and the breathtaking view of the city through floor-to-ceiling windows.
"It's beautiful," she whispers, turning to look at me with those captivating blue eyes. I can see a mix of awe and curiosity reflected there.
"Let me show you around," I say, taking her on a brief tour of the penthouse. We walk through the spacious living room, the state-of-the-art kitchen, the quiet study with walls lined with books, and finally the bedroom, its large bed still adorned with crisp, white linens.
"You're free to use any part of the house. Consider it your home, too," I tell her, squeezing her hand gently. "I want you to be happy here."
She nods, her desire for me shining in her eyes. "I want that, too."
We return to the living room, and I head to the kitchen to start pulling out ingredients for dinner. "How about we have a quiet dinner tonight? Just the two of us."
"That sounds perfect," she replies, slipping onto one of the barstools at the kitchen island, watching me with a smile that makes my heart feel lighter. “I didn’t know you could cook.”