EX-HUSBAND'S BOSS FOR VALENTINE

INTENSE PASSION

MELANIA:

Royal’s kiss grows rougher, more desperate, as if he has been starved for ages. Well, I have been starved. Every time Brady had s*x with me, he was drunk, and it was never for my pleasure.

Royal pulls away slightly, resting his head against my neck. His hot breath falls on my skin, his grip on my waist tightening, like he’s struggling to hold himself back.

“I clearly can’t keep my hands off you,” he murmurs with a low chuckle, pressing himself even closer, as if space itself is an enemy.

I lift my chin slightly, my fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him meet my gaze. His silver eyes bore into mine, hunger burning in them—just like mine.

“Don’t stop.”

A deep growl rumbles from his chest, and in the next second, his mouth crashes back onto mine. His hands roam freely now, tracing every inch of my body. He anchors me to him, letting me feel the hard length straining against his pants. A flame ignites deep inside me, and I crave more.

He hurriedly unbuttons his shirt, allowing me to trail my hands down his rock-hard chest. My pulse pounds as my fingers descend lower, cupping his hardness through his pants.

He moans into my mouth, squeezing my ass as his lips leave mine, tracing a path down my jaw to my neck. He sucks gently before biting—just enough to make me gasp. His hands slip lower, fingers teasing the hem of my dress before pushing it up. A shudder runs through me as his palms skim my bare thighs, lifting my dress higher.

He tugs at my underwear, pulling it down just enough for his hands to fit in. His fingers trace along my wet p***y, and a smirk tugs at his lips when he finds me already drenched for him. I quickly undo his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. My hands meet his c**k, hot and heavy in my palm—thick enough that my fingers barely wrap around it.

“Mmh,” his voice is rough, dripping with desire.

Lifting me effortlessly, he presses me against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing my aching core against his length, needing more. The sensation sends a wave of heat through me, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

Royal snaps.

He grinds his hips, the thick head of his c**k teasing my entrance, making my body tremble.

“f**k,” I groan, my patience fraying. I shift my hips, desperate to take him inside, to feel him filling and stretching me.

“Tell me you want this,” his deep baritone causes a wave of pleasure to course through me as he whispers.

“Yes,” I breathe, rolling my hips into his. “I want this. I want you.”

That’s all he needs.

In one swift motion, he thrusts inside me, stretching me inch by inch until he’s fully buried. A strangled moan escapes my lips, my head falling back against the wall as pleasure crashes over me. He pauses for a moment, giving me time to adjust. I clutch his back, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me.

Then he moves.

Slow at first in stable strokes. My breath comes in gasps, the intensity almost unbearable. But then his pace quickens, his hips slamming into mine, sending pleasure ripping through me.

“Mel,” he grits out, his forehead pressing against mine, sweat rolling down his temple. “You feel. f**k. You feel so damn good.”

I claw at his back, my nails digging into his shoulders as he pounds into me. The pressure inside me builds, coiling tighter with every thrust. He must feel it because his hand slips between us, his fingers finding my c**t, stroking it in slow circles.

“c*m for me,” he demands in a needy, hoarse voice.

My body explodes, my walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over me. My legs tremble around his waist, my grip on him tightening. He keeps moving, his c**k gliding easily now, coated with my release.

A few more thrusts, and he pulls out just in time, his release spilling hot onto my thighs as he groans against my skin.

For a moment, neither of us moves, our chests heaving, and our bodies trembling. I expect him to pull away, to let me go—but he doesn’t. Instead, his lips find mine again, kissing me softly, as if he isn’t ready to let this moment end.