Nicole's POV
In the presidential suite of the five-star hotel, as he swiped the key card to open the door, I didn't have time to marvel at the luxurious room. Another kiss from him rendered me speechless, stripping me of my senses and, perhaps, my soul. His fingers threaded through my hair, and I caressed him through his jeans.
"Do you want this to continue?" he moaned into the kiss.
"Of course, I want it to continue," I half-moaned, half-whimpered.
"Then I will follow your lead," he murmured against my neck, his voice tinged with a smile.
"No, you can't mark me yet," I moaned as he bit my neck, worried he might leave a mark. Vera and my father would never forgive me.
"You talk too much," he said, slinging me over his shoulder. But he heeded my words and refrained from marking me.
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