The words left your lips without thought—the only thing you were sure of was the heat pooling in your core.
"Let's go to the room."
For a moment, Emmanuel didn't reply.
Then his hand tightened on your thigh.
He stood, pulling you to your feet. "Follow. Now."In the dim glow of his bedroom, shadows danced across the walls.
He didn't hesitate. One moment fully dressed—then bare, standing before you like a man who no longer needed armor.
And you… followed.
Clothes fell like forgotten things. No modesty, no shame—just hunger, raw and real.
When your eyes met again—skin to skin—you saw something flicker in his gaze. Not just desire. Something deeper.
Possession? Devotion?
He pulled you close without a word.
And then—
his lips crashed into yours.Neck kisses and then you pushed to bed sucking his dick real hard.
He groaned as you pushed him onto the bed, his fingers digging into the sheets.
The bed groaned as you straddled him, hands finding his shoulders, skin to skin.
He looked at you—eyes darkened with need.
"Careful, doc," he rasped, breathless. "You keep that up…"
Your reply was simple. "Maybe I want to be careful."
His hand tangled in your hair. "Then you're playing with fire."He turned you over and started sucking your vagina.
He moved fast—
One moment, you were pushing him down, tasting the edge of control. The next, he was moving over you.
Your back hit the bed, breath catching.
"Not a chance," he growled softly, pinning your wrists above you.
"Today, doc…" he murmured, voice husky. "I'm in charge."He put his dick in you and you moaned and he was going fast.
"You're a tease," he growled against your ear, tongue darting out to trace the shell. "Been thinking about this all day."
He stilled for a second—just a heartbeat—his name on your tongue like something sacred.
"Andrea," he whispered, rolling it over his lips as if tasting it for the first time. Then deeper, rougher: "**Andrea.**"
With that one word, everything shifted.
His hips snapped forward again, harder this time—relentless. Each thrust dragged a moan from deep inside you.
"Say it again," you begged, breathless.
He leaned down, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours. "You want me to call you Andrea while I *fuck* you?" His voice was pure sin—"Fine."
**"Andrea."**
Over and over—he said it like a prayer and a curse all at once.