Alex looked at Amara as she pushed herself up from the desk, her body still trembling from everything they'd just done. Her skin was flushed, covered in sweat, and there were marks all over her from his hands and mouth.
She was completely wrecked. And absolutely beautiful.
But as he watched her, his mind was working. The quest notification was still there in the corner of his vision. Harem member. She needed to verbally accept. Affection was at 80 percent, which meant she was close but not quite there yet.
'How do I get her to fully submit? To agree to this? She's the First Lady. She's powerful. Independent. Getting her to commit to being mine isn't going to be simple.'
Amara turned to look at him, leaning back against the desk for support. Her breathing was still heavy, her chest rising and falling.
"You're thinking about something," she said. "I can see it on your face."
"Just admiring the view."
