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The movie starts, and we cuddle under a warm blanket while munching on popcorn and sharing kisses throughout the film. Emir’s gaze never leaves mine, making me feel like we’re the only two people in the world.
When it’s over, he takes my hand in his, leading me outside into the garden where roses bloom softly in the morning sunlight.
“Thank you for today,” I say gratefully, taking a deep breath of the sweet fragrance.
“Anything for the woman who’s stolen my heart,” he whispers before pulling me closer and sealing our love with a kiss under the stars.
Later that night, I wake up to find him asleep next to me, one arm flung protectively over my waist. I can’t help but admire how at ease he looks, despite the dangerous life he leads. His suit jacket is draped over a nearby chair, revealing a chest covered in dark tattoos—a testament to his past, perhaps?
A smile tugs at my lips as I trace one of them with my finger.
When I go downstairs, I notice photographs adorning his desk and mantelpiece—family portraits, mostly; laughing children, loving couples, and grandparents with adoring looks directed at Emir. It’s clear that he’s fiercely loyal to those he loves.
I make myself a cup of tea, humming along to the soft jazz music playing in the background. The scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air, reminding me of his presence.
As I sit at the kitchen island, lost in thought, I hear glasses clinking from the other room. Curiosity gets the better of me, so I sneak a peek.
There he stands, shirtless, and poured himself a drink. My heart skips a beat at the sight of his toned abs and broad shoulders. Suddenly self-conscious about my outfit, I quickly turn away and try to focus on making my tea. But when he enters the kitchen behind me, his brawny arms wrap around my waist from behind.
“Why so shy all of a sudden?” He chuckles warm ly against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“Just admiring your pictures,” I reply softly, pointing at the frames on the desk. “You’re quite the family man.”
“They mean everything to me,” he murmurs before taking his drink and sitting next to me. Our thighs brush against each other, sending electric shockwaves through my body.
“So Emir,” I begin nervously, sipping my tea as we chat, “What do you do around here?”
He smirks knowingly, taking a sip from his glass. “I run an empire,” he says nonchalantly. “Anyway, enough about work. Tell me more about you.”
We talk for hours—about our families, our dreams, and our fears. He listens intently, surprisingly vulnerable for someone so feared and respected. His intensity only adding to his appeal.
When dinner arrives, we eat together, our fingers entwined under the table. The food is exquisite; tender filet mignon cooked to perfection, rosemary potatoes, and buttery green beans. Every bite is infused with garlic butter and love.
After dinner, he pulls out his guitar and starts strumming soft love songs while singing them in a velvety voice. It’s clear that music is another one of his passions. Soon enough, I find myself swaying to the rhythm in his arms.
“Care to dance?” He asks huskily.
I nod, our bodies moving together effortlessly to the music. His touch ignites a fire within me; his hands on my waist, sending shivers down my spine. This man…how could anyone be scared of him when he can make me feel this way?
As the music fades, he leans in for a kiss. Our lips lock, and it’s like a match to kindling, our tongues dueling passionately. He tastes like smoldering embers and whiskey. Emir’s possessive grip around my waist pulls me closer, and I melt into his muscular arms.
“Emir.” I moan against his lips.
“You taste like the wine,” he murmurs, nipping at my bottom lip playfully.
He leads me to his enormous bed adorned with silk sheets and throws me onto the mattress.
I gasp as he looms over me, his tall frame casting a shadow that only accentuates his dominance.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before trailing kisses down my neck. His hands explore every inch of my body, setting my skin ablaze with desire. Every touch is calculated, every caress intentional. He takes his time, savoring the taste of me.
“Emir,” I gasp again, arching my back to meet his hungry mouth.
He chuckles darkly, “Patience, my love.”
He reaches for the hem of my dress and slowly slides it up, his gaze locked on mine. The anticipation is palpable as he reveals inch after inch of my supple skin. When the dress is finally over my head, he tosses it aside and continues his journey with his lips, kissing every inch of my body that he’s uncovered.
“Emir,” I cry out, unable to contain myself any longer.
