The tension in the room was palpable, and a silent understanding passed between them. Linus leaned in slowly, capturing her lips in a possessive kiss. Eliza responded tentatively at first, but soon, her body relaxed into his, her hands clutching his shoulders.

  His tongue brushed against hers, coaxing, teasing—slow and patient—until his control slipped. He pressed closer, his fingers threading into her hair as he tilted her head back, angling for more. His tongue swept into her mouth, no longer coaxing but claiming, stroking against hers with a need that left no room for hesitation. The pressure of his lips grew firmer, his breath hot and unsteady against her skin, drawing a soft gasp from her as she clung to him, lost in the feverish intensity of his kiss.

  In one swift motion, Linus seized Eliza by the waist and pulled her onto his lap, the sudden shift drawing a startled gasp from her. Her body landed flush against his, her thighs straddling him as his hands locked onto her hips, fingers pressing in as if to mold her against him. She tensed for a moment before settling, the curves of her body pressing into the hard planes of his.

  Linus’s grip tightened as he pulled Eliza closer, his kiss turning fierce, urgent. His hands roamed with restless hunger, skimming over her shoulders before sliding down, his fingers splaying across her ribs as if he couldn’t touch enough of her at once. His breath came fast, ragged, between kisses that left no space for hesitation.

  His palms found her breasts, molding to their shape as his thumbs swept over the peaks in a rough, desperate stroke. A gasp left her lips, swallowed instantly as he kissed her deeper, his tongue claiming her with the same intensity as his hands. He didn’t slow, didn’t pause—his fingers kneaded, teased, rolling and pinching until her back arched, pressing herself into his touch. His hold only tightened in response, his body coiled with need as if letting go of her for even a second was unthinkable.

  Without warning, he caught her lower lip between his teeth, biting down just enough to make her gasp, the harsh sting sending a jolt through her. At the same moment, his fingers pinched her nipple, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingertips with ruthless precision. Eliza’s body jolted in response, a whimper slipping from her lips as heat coiled low in her belly.

  Then—he stilled.

  His grip remained firm. His mouth hovered just over hers, and his breath was hot and unsteady. His eyes burned into hers, dark and demanding.

  he murmured, his voice thick with desire,

  His words sent a shiver through her, her pulse hammering in her throat. He wasn’t just asking—he was claiming and commanding, and the raw urge in his tone made her thighs tighten around him.

  he ordered, his voice low, thick with need. His hands slid down to her hips, fingers digging in as he guided her into place.

  Eliza hesitated, her breath uneven as she processed his command. A flush crept up her neck, and her body taut with anticipation. Slowly, tentatively, she shifted her hips, pressing down against him. The friction sent a jolt through her, and she bit her lip, unsure. Her movements were shy and uncertain.

  Linus watched her through hooded eyes, his hold on her hips tightening. he murmured approvingly. His fingers dug into her flesh, urging her to continue, to lose herself in the motion.

  Before she could respond, he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his mouth slanting over hers with renewed thirst. His tongue surged forward, pushing past her parted lips.

  His hands roamed again, one sliding up her back to fist in her hair, angling her head so he could take more, deeper. The other pressed against her lower back, forcing her hips to grind harder against him. The urgency in his movements was undeniable, a feverish need that left no space for hesitation. He kissed her like he wanted to own her, to brand himself onto her skin, and Eliza could do nothing but surrender.

  As he continued his relentless exploration of her mouth with his tongue, Linus’s hand slid up from her hips to her thighs, griping her in a possessive manner. The fabric of her dress rustled softly as he pushed it higher, no hesitation in his movements. His lips tore from hers, but he didn’t give her a moment to breathe. Instead, his tongue traced the delicate curve of her earlobe with a slow, purposeful stroke, his breath hot against her skin. A shudder ran through Eliza, her body arching instinctively into his touch as a quiet gasp slipped from her lips.

  His other hand left her breast and slid up to her face, fingers grazing her cheek before trailing over the soft curve of her lips. He traced his finger over her lips repeatedly, slowly and deliberately, teasing her.

  Then, his finger brushed against her lips again, and this time, when they parted slightly, Linus seized the moment. Without waiting, he pushed his finger into the warmth of her mouth, his voice low and rough with demand.

  he ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation, his breath scorching against her ear.

  Eliza hesitated, her breath coming in shallow, uneven pants as Linus’s command settled over. Her lips remained parted around his finger, her tongue barely flicking against the tip as uncertainty flickered in her wide eyes. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

  Her pulse pounded in her ears as her lips finally closed around his finger, her tongue tracing along the pad of it, hesitant at first. But when she felt the tremble that ran through him, the astute inhale he took, something in her loosened. She sucked tentatively, testing, feeling the heat coil between them.

  A guttural growl ripped from Linus’s chest as his grasp on her thighs tightened instantly, his fingers digging in possessively before sliding down to her ass. Before she could brace herself, he yanked her closer, his strength overwhelming as he pressed her against him, his hips snapping up in a demanding rhythm.

  he growled, his voice edged with need, thick with the strain of restraint he was quickly losing.

  Eliza stiffened for a moment, her fingers curling into his shoulders as uncertainty flared again. But his hands flexed against her, his hold firm, guiding. Her hesitation only lasted a breath before she surrendered, her body responding before her mind could catch up. Slowly at first, then with more urgency, she moved, grinding against him as his grip tightened, his body coiling under her like a force barely restrained.

  He could feel the unsteady rhythm of her hips against him, the hesitant drag of her pelvis grinding against his length. She was unsure—nervous even—but she was still moving, still pressing herself into him. Linus’s jaw clenched, his body strung tight as he drank in every sensation—the heat of her breath against his skin, the wet suction of her lips around his finger, and the intoxicating friction of her grinding against him.

  Linus pulled his finger from her mouth, watching as a thin strand of saliva connected them before breaking. His eyes darkened with something primal as he trailed his damp finger down her chin, then lower, tracing the hollow of her throat before gripping her waist with renewed urgency.

  His hands slid down, cupping her ass with possession, kneading, savoring the way her flesh filled his palms. He grunted, relishing the way her body moved under him, the slow grind of her hips against him as he dictated her rhythm. Every roll of her pelvis against his sent heat spiking through his veins, a slow, torturous burn that only made his need more unbearable.

  Linus leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as his fingers tightened on her ass, pulling her down harder, making sure she felt every inch of his arousal pressing against her. His voice dropped, thick with demand.

  There was no hesitation in his tone—no patience, no room for argument. It was a raw command, a demand laced with desire and barely contained desire. His hands flexed against her as if he were restraining himself from tearing the fabric off her. His eyes locked onto hers, daring her to defy him.

  he growled, his fingers digging into her flesh, his sanity hanging by a thread.

  Eliza hesitated momentarily, her breath catching at the authority in his voice. But the fire in his eyes, the way his hold commanded her every movement, left no room for doubt. Biting her lip, she obeyed, her fingers fumbling as she reached for the hem of her dress.

  The friction, the effort, only made it harder to focus, her hips stuttering but never stopped grinding as she peeled away the layers. The air kissed her newly exposed skin, raising goosebumps along her arms, but the heat radiating from Linus kept her warm, kept her burning. When she finally tossed the dress aside, his hands were on her immediately, a pleased growl slipping from his throat as he traced the newly exposed curves of her body.

  His fingers worked swiftly, impatiently, unclasping her bra and sliding the straps down her shoulders. The moment the fabric slipped away, Linus stilled.

  His hands remained on her hips, keeping her moving, keeping the rhythm he had set, but his gaze devoured her. A dark, primal urge flashed in his eyes as he took in the sight of her bared breasts—the soft, full curves, the delicate contrast of her small, pink nipples, standing proudly erect.

  No matter how many times he had seen them, they were always a delightful surprise, their size teasingly unexpected against the ample backdrop of her chest. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his fingers flexed against her waist. He exhaled slowly, his grasp tensing as if restraining himself from pouncing on her right then and there.

  he muttered, his voice hoarse, filled with reverence and desire.

  One hand left her hip, sliding upward, fingers skimming over her ribs before cupping her breast. He groaned at the softness, at the way she fit so perfectly in his palm. His thumb brushed over a hardened peak, watching the way her body tensed, the way she gasped and trembled under his touch.

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  he murmured before he leaned in and captured her nipple between his lips, sucking her into the heat of his mouth as his hands took full command of her body.

  Linus alternated between her nipples, his tongue flicking over one hardened peak before dragging his mouth to the other, sucking it into the heat of his mouth. He took his time, teasing, biting, pulling soft gasps from her lips as he savored every reaction, every shiver that coursed through her. But it wasn’t enough. The urge clawing at him demanded more.

  Abruptly, he stopped. His hold on her tightened, and his breathing became heavy with restraint. He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his gaze unreadable.

  he whispered with want.

  Eliza hesitated only briefly before obeying, her body still humming from his touch as she slowly shifted, lowering herself onto the cool sheets. Linus exhaled sharply as he watched her move, his eyes feasting on the elegant curves of her backside, the soft roundness of her buttocks. He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening as his fingers twitched with the need to touch.

  His gaze locked onto the final barrier between them—the delicate fabric of her panties clinging to her curves, teasing him, taunting him. Without a word, he reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband, dragging them down her hips, slow enough to make her squirm but firm enough to show he wasn’t asking.

  A smirk curved his lips as he admired the sight before him, how her skin flushed under his attention, and how she trembled slightly at the anticipation of what he would do next. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

  he ordered, his voice low, dangerous.

  And then—without warning—his palm met her bare skin in a sharp, resounding slap against her buttock.

  Eliza’s body jolted at the impact, a muffled gasp escaping her lips before she clamped down on the sound. Linus hummed in approval, his hand smoothing over the warm flesh he had just struck as if savoring the contrast between the sting and the soft, supple curve beneath his palm.

  He leaned closer, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, his voice with quiet authority.

  he murmured, his tone laced with quiet reprimand. His fingers kneaded the spot where he had spanked her, his other hand slipping between her thighs, teasing, testing.

  His hand lifted again, poised for another strong, deliberate slap.

  Linus’s palm met her other cheek with a resounding slap, the impact rippling through her body. He exhaled harshly, watching with satisfaction as her soft flesh quivered under his touch, the shape of his handprint slowly blooming against her skin. A deep, primal pleasure stirred within him at the sight—the way her body responded, the way her breath hitched even as she struggled to stay silent.

  He followed the sting with a possessive squeeze, his fingers digging into the warm flesh of her ass, relishing the contrast between the sharpness of his slap and the softness underneath his grip. His hands kneaded her roughly, molding her shape to his liking, his body tensing with every shiver that coursed through her.

  he ordered again, his voice dangerously low, laced with quiet menace.

  His hands flexed against her, his lips curling into a smirk as he leaned down, his breath hot against her neck. He let the moment hang, the tension build between them, savoring how her body tensed under him.

  Then, his voice turned colder, his grasp on her tightening just enough to remind her exactly where she stood.

  he murmured.

  He dragged his fingers over her skin slowly, his touch both possessive and punishing.

  he continued his tone smooth but edged with steel.

  His hand lifted once more, poised for another intense slap.

  Linus's hand came down again, the crack of his palm against her skin echoing through the room. Her body jolted under him, a muffled whimper caught in her throat as the sting spread across her skin. He didn’t give her a moment to recover, his fingers immediately massaging the warmth left behind.

  he demanded, his voice dark, expectant.

  Eliza swallowed hard, her breath shaky as she nodded, her head barely moving against the sheets.

  Without another word, Linus pulled back, his hands leaving her body just long enough to reach for his clothes. His movements were swift as he shed his dress shirt, his muscles flexing under the dim light.

  His heated gaze roamed over her, sprawled before him, her skin flushed, her body tense with anticipation. He let himself take in the sight, let himself revel in the way she lay exposed, waiting, breathless.

  Then, he positioned himself behind her, his large hands gripping her hips, anchoring her in place as he aligned himself against her entrance. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward, sinking into her inch by inch. A low, guttural sound tore from his throat as he felt her warmth surround him, the tight, perfect heat making him waver.

  Eliza tensed for a second, her breath catching, her fingers curling into the sheets. But as he filled her, stretching her, claiming her, she melted beneath him, her body yielding to his.

  Linus grunted, his fingers pressing on her hips as he buried himself deeper, savoring the way she enveloped him.

  She felt wonderful. Too wonderful.

  And he wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to let her go.

  Linus’s hips moved with primal urgency, each thrust driving deeper, harder, claiming her with an unrelenting pace. The bed creaked and groaned under them, a rhythmic testament to the basic passion surging between them. The sound of their bodies colliding—skin against skin, heat against heat—filled the room, a symphony of desire growing louder as his pace intensified.

  Eliza arched against him, her body molding to his, every motion a silent surrender to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, her breath ragged, her moans muffled as her face pressed into the bed. She could feel everything—every stroke, every deep, commanding thrust that left no room for hesitation. Linus was taking her completely, without restraint, without pause, as if he was branding himself onto her skin.

  Outside the door, anyone passing by would know.

  They would hear the intense slap of skin meeting skin, the deep, guttural groans spilling from Linus’s throat, and the desperate gasps Eliza couldn’t quite contain. The unmistakable sounds of pleasure filled the air, making it impossible for anyone within earshot to mistake what was happening behind that closed door.

  But Linus didn’t care.

  If anything, it spurred him on, his hold tensing on her hips as he drove into her harder, a dark smirk curving his lips at the thought of someone hearing, knowing that she was his at this moment.

  Linus’s fingers tangled in her hair, his grasp strong as he yanked her head back, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. He wasted no time, his lips descending, teeth scraping against her skin before he pressed a deep, possessive kiss there, branding her with his mouth.

  His thrusts quickened, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm, the force of his motions making the bed jolt beneath them. Linus moaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he took her harder, faster, his body a blur of motion as he drove into her with an almost punishing intensity.

  But he wanted more.

  With a growl, he pulled out and released her hair, his hands gripping her waist as he urged her up onto all fours. His touch was rough and impatient, guiding her exactly where he wanted her. Eliza obeyed, her body pliant as she lifted herself onto trembling hands and knees.

  Linus’s hands roamed over her back, trailing down to her waist before he gripped her hips, pulling her into the perfect position. He bent her forward slightly, arching her back into a beautiful curve. Her body presented before him like something meant to be worshipped.

  He entered her again, the new position letting him sink even deeper, making her gasp as her fingers clutched at the sheets. His grip on her hips tightened, his actions becoming more aggressive, more demanding.

  Linus reached forward, his fingers weaving into Eliza’s hair, fisting a handful as he yanked her head back once more. The arch of her spine deepened, accentuating her body that drove him wild.

  His free hand slid underneath her, finding one of her firm, round breasts, cupping it possessively. The peak of her nipple pressed into his palm, hard and eager, and he squeezed, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers as he groaned in appreciation.

  he rasped, his voice thick with longing, his hold constricting around her.

  he continued his tone with awe and possession.

  His hips snapped forward in a strong, powerful motion, emphasizing his point, drawing a strangled gasp from her throat. His smirk deepened as he felt her twitching under him, her body yielding, molding to his every thrust.

  His hold on her hair tightened, pulling her head back sharply as his mouth crashed against hers, his tongue ravaging her in a deep, possessive kiss. He swallowed her gasps, and his dominance was undeniable as he took everything from her, leaving her breathless and entirely at his mercy.

  Then—crack.

  Linus’s hand came down in a crisp stroke across Eliza’s rounded buttocks, the sharp sting spreading through her skin like wildfire. A jolt of pleasure shot straight through her, the sensation igniting something deep inside her. She clenched around him involuntarily, her tight, velvet-lined walls gripping him with an intoxicating rhythm, milking him in a way that made his head tip back with a guttural groan.

  he commanded, his voice dark and teasing, laced with lust.

  His palm came down again—harder—and Eliza gasped, her body jolting forward from the impact. The pleasure blurred with pain, making her entire body vibrate. She was teetering on the edge now, her body trembling as she gripped the sheets, her nails raking, nearly tearing the cloth as she arched her back. Her insides pulsed, her walls constricting around him like a vice, desperate, needing more.

  Linus felt it—the shift in her, the moment her last shred of resistance crumbled. His smirk was dark, triumphant as he leaned down, his voice dripping with sinful satisfaction.

  he murmured against her ear, his breath scorching her skin.

  His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he drove into her deeper, his motions now unrestrained, unrelenting. The world outside ceased to exist—there was only the heat of their bodies, the friction between them, the undeniable force pulling her into his orbit.

  As Linus continued to stroke her, Eliza’s movements faltered, her body shivering as the aftershocks of her orgasm left her momentarily weak. She gasped for breath, her limbs trembling, her mind struggling to process the intensity of what she had just felt. But Linus wasn’t done.

  Crack.

  Another slap landed sharply across her sensitive, reddened skin, sending a fresh wave of sensation coursing through her. She let out a faint cry, her body instinctively tensing.

  Linus growled with dominance, with need.

  Before she could catch her breath, he took control once more. His hips surged forward, resuming their unrelenting rhythm as he thrust into her with renewed hunger. His hands slid up her body, cupping both of her breasts in his palms, squeezing, kneading as his thumbs flicked over her still-sensitive nipples. He felt her body tense beneath him, her muscles taut with overstimulation, her breath hitching as he pushed her further, deeper into the pleasure she thought had just ended.

  Leaning down, he nipped at her neck, his teeth scraping against her heated skin, sending another shudder through her already weakened body. His thrusts grew faster, more urgent, as he chased the release coiling tightly in his core.

  Eliza’s eyes fluttered shut, and her lips parted in a silent gasp as the pressure began to mount within her again. But this time, it was different. This time, it was more—more intense, more overwhelming, an unstoppable force building inside her. Every stroke, every squeeze, every flick of his tongue against her skin drove her closer to the edge.

  Her entire body trembled violently, her muscles clenching and contracting as the pleasure expanded, filling every nerve, every cell of her being. The moment stretched, tightening, until—

  Like a dam breaking, she was consumed.

  A strangled cry tore from her throat as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her, stealing her breath, stealing her mind. She shook under him, her body writhing as the pleasure wracked through her in uncontrollable spasms.

  Linus grumbled at the feeling of her constricting around him, gripping him, milking him, pushing him over the edge with her. His strokes turned frantic and erratic, his breathing rough and ragged. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her still as he buried himself deep one final time, his entire body tensing.

  Then, like a volcano erupting, he lost himself completely.

  A growl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest as his release overtook him, pleasure crashing through him in powerful waves. He held her close, his body trembling, his breath coming in quick gasps as he rode out the last pulses of his climax.