As I stumbled into my room, a wave of exhaustion washed over me, weighing heavily on my shoulders.
The day's events had left me drained and stretched thin with stress.
Yet, amidst the fatigue, a flicker of triumph shone through, I had officially reclaimed every aspect of Drakes Conglomerate, all under my name.
Now, there was just one thing left to do: host a grand announcement party to spread the word and celebrate this significant victory.
In that moment, memories flooded back, reminding me of the blissful days spent with my father. In his presence, life was simpler, and the burdens of the world felt miles away.
He had always been my rock, providing support and guidance that made it easy to navigate challenges without feeling overwhelmed.
I missed those easier times; the comfort of his reassuring presence would make this moment all the more complete.
Taking a deep breath, I walked toward my bathroom, shedding the remnants of my day as I slipped out of my clothes.
I let the warm water cascade over my body, washing away the tension of my stressful encounters.
Each droplet felt like a gentle reminder to breathe, to relinquish the worries that clouded my mind.
My thoughts drifted like vapors in the steam-filled air, focusing momentarily on Amanda, who had fiercely defended me earlier in the day.
A smile crept onto my face; her loyalty and bravery were refreshing, bringing a moment of light into my otherwise chaotic day.
With a sense of calmness, I emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a soft, fluffy bathrobe.
As I stepped into my dimly lit bedroom, I was surprised to find Amanda standing only a few feet away.
She wore a stunning red night robe that hugged her figure just right, exuding a mesmerizing charm.
"Hey, how's everything?" I asked, settling across from her.
The moment my eyes met hers, I noticed a blush creep onto her cheeks, captivating my attention.
It struck me as strange; she wasn't typically the type to blush easily, which only piqued my curiosity further.
"I'm ready," she replied softly, letting her night robe slip from her shoulders to the floor as if it were a featherweight nothing.
My breath hitched at the sight of her, her smooth skin illuminated and adorned only in red lace underwear.
My heart raced, and I bit my lip, fighting the intensity of the moment and striving to keep my composure.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked, my voice a mix of considering caution and undeniable desire.
Amanda simply nodded, and with a seductive grace, she began to stride toward me.
I found myself completely entranced, unable to tear my gaze away from her hourglass figure.
Her curves were enchanting, her chest full and inviting, while her hips drew me in with an irresistible allure.
Our eyes locked, and I saw the desire reflected brightly within hers, intensifying the magnetic pull between us.
"You can have me however you want," she whispered, her playful tone as warm as the inviting smile that graced her face.
In an instant, she straddled me, her soft touch sending shivers up my spine.
It was as if I had been rendered motionless, enchanted by her presence.
"I want you, Husband; I'm ready now," she declared, her voice laced with a firm conviction that sent a thrill through me.
I couldn't help but smirk as I caressed her, exploring the soft contours of her body.
In a moment of surrender, she began to peel off my bathrobe, and I allowed her to take the lead, feeling the heat radiate between us.
"When did you get so hard? You're a full man now," she teased, her fingertips gliding over my well-defined muscles. I felt a rush at her words.
"Comparing me to Jeremy?" I asked, a low growl in my voice, my ego stirred by the thought.
"Not at all, I just borrowed him some money," she replied with a cheeky grin, making me chuckle.
At that moment, I pulled her closer, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
My mind ignited with desire, our tongues entwining in a dance that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.
I lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as she giggled, wrapping her legs around my waist, enveloping me in her warmth.
Kissing her fervently, I unhooked her bra, my hands kneading her soft curves.
The soft gasps and moans escaped her lips as I descended upon her neck and then down to her breasts, tracing my path with tender attention.
As my tongue circled her peaks, she moaned rhythmically, igniting the fire within me.
I was hard with anticipation, unable to control my desire any longer. I swiftly shed my briefs, feeling exhilarating freedom.
"Woah!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide as they glanced at my arousal.
"You're so big, is it going to fit?" she asked, a mixture of curiosity and shyness dancing across her lips, arched brow questioning the unknown.
"Let's see about that," I replied in a deep, gravelly tone as I gradually slid into her, careful and gentle at first, not wanting to push her beyond her limits,
especially since it had been some time since I had shared intimacy with anyone, two to three months, if I was being honest with myself.
I grunted with pleasure, my restraint crumbling as I quickened my pace, yet I remained conscious of her comfort.
"Faster, Killian…" she moaned, her voice breaking the last vestige of self-control I had. The heat between us grew more fervent, the melodies of our shared pleasure filled the air.
She clung to me, her body responding as if it were crafted just for this moment, trembling as she reached her peak, and I found my own release intertwining with hers.
"What?" she breathed, still dazed and panting heavily. "Why inside me?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
"It's not a bad thing, is it?" I countered, genuinely inquisitive about her apprehension.
"Of course it is! Well, no need for that, I'll just take pills," she said with a naive smile that made my heart race and my gut twist.
"No pills," I replied firmly, trying to convey the weight of my conviction.
"So it was deliberate, huh?" she challenged, her voice rising in incredulity.
"You want me to be pregnant with your child?" Amanda exclaimed, a mix of anger and confusion evident in her tone.
"That was one of my father's wishes," I admitted coolly, my shoulders shrugging.
"It's fine if you don't want to, I can always have a child with another woman." My casual demeanor only seemed to aggravate her further.
She hissed at me as she sat back down on my lap.
"Let's go again," she told me, her voice dripping with determination.
"Are you sure? You're not tired?" I quizzed, an amused smirk playing on my lips as I leaned back, curious as to how this would unfold.
"Tired already?" she shot back dramatically, locking eyes with me, challenging me to keep up with her fiery spirit.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking as I prepared to dive into whatever was about to come next.