"TAMING THE CEO's HEART".
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CHAPTER 12 – Taming the CEO’s Heart
Amara’s POV
There was something addictive about the way Zephyr looked at me now.
It wasn’t lust—at least not just lust. It was obsession wrapped in adoration. As if I’d become the one thing that made his complicated world make sense.
Every morning started with his hands on my skin and ended with my head tucked into the curve of his chest. I’d never imagined I’d crave someone like this. I’d never imagined being craved like this, either.
After everything that had happened—his brother’s retreat, the threats fading like smoke—life had shifted. Slowed. Sweetened.
And Zephyr… he was changing.
One morning, I woke up to the sound of classical music drifting from the kitchen. When I walked in, I found him shirtless, barefoot, and flipping pancakes.
Pancakes.
The CEO who once barked orders at staff and had his shirts steamed with imported water from France—was humming while cooking me breakfast.
“You’re domestic now?” I teased, wrapping his white button-up around my body.
He turned with that devastating smile, eyes dark and mischievous. “I’m tamed, remember?”
He kissed my neck, sliding a plate in front of me. “But don’t get used to this. I burn things that aren’t you.”
I laughed—and he looked stunned. Like my laughter was a rare gem he didn’t know he’d been searching for.
Later that afternoon, he showed up at my internship unannounced, dragging me away from a boring inventory check to a private rooftop dinner with lanterns, jazz, and my favorite sushi.
“Why?” I asked breathlessly as he fed me a strawberry dipped in white chocolate.
“Because every time I look at you,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, “I forget how I survived before you.”
That night, he didn’t take me hard. He took me slow.
He worshipped me.
He ran his hands over my body like I was silk he couldn’t afford to ruin. His mouth lingered on every inch—down my neck, between my breasts, across my stomach—until I was begging, shaking, burning under him.
When he finally slid into me, he whispered, “I never wanted to be owned… until you touched me.”
Our rhythm was soft, deep, drugging. He stared into my eyes the entire time, refusing to let me look away. As if the connection between our bodies wasn’t enough—he needed my soul, too.
And I gave it to him. Willingly. Completely.
By the end, we were tangled in the sheets, breathless and clinging to each other like the world might end at any second.
Every night after that, we couldn’t sleep unless we were skin to skin.
Even if we fought during the day. Even if I was grumpy and he was controlling. At night, our bodies always made peace first.
I grew dependent on him, and I wasn’t ashamed. Because he was just as addicted to me.
He’d buy me gifts—expensive jewelry I never asked for, silk lingerie in my favorite colors, first editions of romance novels. But my favorite gifts were the notes he left in the pages of my books when he thought I wasn’t looking.
“You’re more than beautiful. You’re mine.”
“Every piece of me is branded with your name now.”
“You tamed me, Little Dove. Now what are you going to do with a man like me?”
I kept them all.
Even my friends noticed the difference in me. I smiled more. Glowed, even. I carried a power I hadn’t known before. Not because Zephyr gave it to me, but because he never tried to take it away.
And in return, I gave him something no one else could: peace.
One night, after we’d made love on the balcony under a stormy sky, he curled around me and whispered into my hair.
“I used to believe love was weakness,” he said. “But with you… it’s the only thing that makes me strong.”
I held him tighter, heart aching with something too big to name.
Because I knew what we had wasn’t temporary.
This wasn’t just a fling. This wasn’t just heat.
This was a man built of ice melting into someone softer, someone warmer.
All because I didn’t run from the storm inside him.
I kissed his chest, right over his heart.
“You’re mine too, Zephyr,” I whispered. “And I’m never letting go.”
His arms tightened around me like a vow.
And that night, I knew the truth:
This wasn’t just about falling in love.
This was about taming the CEO’s heart—and daring him to never want to be wild again.
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