[Leif’s POV — Spa Room—Thorenvald Estate—Continuation]

The spa room still smelled of warm oil and faintly of Alvar’s cologne—dangerous, intoxicating, and somehow comforting all at once. My back still tingled from the "massage" that had doubled as an intimate warning from my fiancé: never let anyone else touch me.

He leaned closer, his hands brushing against my thighs, lifting them with deliberate ease. My heart thudded violently in my chest. I placed a trembling hand on his chest, trying to inject reason into the haze of desire clouding my mind.

"Alvar... we can’t... not here," I murmured, voice shaky. "Someone could—walk in."

He blinked, lips curling into that maddening smirk, and pressed a feather-light kiss to mine. "Relax, my love. I locked the door and I promise, I won’t... put it in. Just... a little play."

A shiver ran through me. I was already drunk on the tension, the way his hands spread my legs apart effortlessly, and the casual dominance in every movement. His eyes glinted with promise, teasing yet impossibly tender.

"I... I don’t know what your ’little play’ means," I whispered, voice thick, heart hammering, "but... I hope... it ends soon."

He chuckled softly against my lips, a low, possessive sound that made my knees weak. "Oh, my love... it will be just long enough to remind you who has the right to touch you. And don’t worry—I plan to savor every moment."

He rolled his sleeves higher, letting the smooth skin of his forearms glint in the candlelight, and unbuttoned his shirt just enough to reveal the curve of his chest. Dipping his left hand into the oil bowl, he rubbed his palms together, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on mine.

"You look at me like that," he murmured, his voice low and rough, "and then tell me to stop? That’s unfair, love."

His fingers brushed my chest, tracing slow circles around my nipples—teasing, claiming. A tremor rippled through me, and a soft sound escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Mmm... oh..."

"Sometimes," he whispered, leaning closer, his breath warm against my ear, "I wish I could steal you away—just you and me, far from everything. Keep you all to myself."

My knees went weak, a shaky breath escaping me before it turned into a soft, helpless moan. "Ah... please..."

His hands roamed over my chest, fingers gliding in slow, teasing circles around my nipples, tracing every inch of skin as if daring me to tell him to stop. I didn’t. I couldn’t.

"Why don’t you just move in with me already?" he murmured, his breath ghosting over my ear, voice low and rough with want. "Call it... pre-marital practice. Or better— bridal training. "

The words sent a bolt of heat straight through me. His gaze caught mine—dark, hungry, the kind of look that stripped away every defense I had left.

"Hhngh—hah..."

I tried to speak, to form a single coherent word, but my body had already surrendered. Every glide of his hands—slick with oil, firm and unhurried—sent another shiver racing through me. My breath came unevenly, chest rising and falling under his touch, and the only sounds I could manage were soft, broken moans that filled the room.

"Mmm... oh..." I gasped as his fingers traced teasingly around my belly, circling and claiming, making my knees weaken.

Each glide, each whisper of breath against my skin, sent heat spiraling through me. I was acutely aware of him—of the way his hands lingered and the way his eyes devoured me.

"Hnghh—ha—!"

I raised my trembling hands, desperate for more.

"Kiss... me..." I whispered, breathless.

He smirked, a slow, wicked curl of lips, and then finally kissed me. The kiss was both gentle and hungry, teasing and possessive, as if he could memorize every reaction of mine with a single touch. At that time...we just pulled each other close and melted in each other embrace and his touch.

"Hah...hah..."

My back arched into him instinctively, moans escaping uncontrollably, soft and desperate.

His hands roamed with deliberate patience, tracing every curve, every sensitive spot, igniting fire wherever they touched. The oil on his palms made every stroke glide hotter, leaving a trail of shivers in its wake.

"God... why are you so damn perfect?" he murmured against my lips, voice low and husky, each word sending a fresh wave of heat through me.

I held his hand, my gaze locked in his stormy blue eyes—cold for everyone else, but for me, they burned like fire. I felt myself losing control, drowning in him, wanting nothing more than to be close, to disappear into him completely.

Then he leaned closer, and he rubbed his tongue on my nipple.

"Aaahh...mmh—!"

It was gentle and claiming, every motion igniting something deep inside me. His mouth moved against my nipple, sucking with a hunger, and I clutched him as if letting go would make him vanish.

When he finally broke, he pressed his forehead to mine, and I could feel the warmth of his lips.

"You’re just... so beautiful, Leif," he whispered, his words slow and deliberate. "I still can’t believe you’re mine."

My heart thundered at his confession. No matter how many times we did, every moment with him felt like the first time all over again—the way his hands lingered, the way his eyes devoured me, the way he made me forget the world outside this room.

I wanted to lose myself in him, melt completely, and never think about anything else. And as he pulled me closer, I realized I didn’t want to resist. I didn’t want to stop. I just wanted to be his—body, heart, and soul.

He pressed his lips to my eyes, his breath warm, his touch electric. "Every time I look at you," he murmured, "I feel like I’m falling all over again."

I smiled, my chest tightening. "Me too. I really love you, Alvar."

His stormy blue eyes darkened, a dangerous, possessive gleam lighting them. And without warning---

THURST!!!

"Aaahhhh—!!"

He pressed his two fingers inside my butt home, his hands roaming inside with a desperate hunger. I gasped as his fingers traced along me, teasing, exploring, opening wide, and sending shivers that made my knees weak.

"Ah... Alvar..." I moaned, muffling my sound against his shoulder, my hands clutching at his chest as waves of heat rolled through me. Every brush of his fingers, every graze, made me ache for more.

"You... always know how to drive me insane, don’t you?" he murmured, voice rough and low, pressing closer, lips brushing against my ear. "Every time, it’s like the first time..."

I shivered, arching into him, letting go of every restraint. My breath came in ragged gasps, my chest heaving as he traced, teased, and played with my hole. He drew out every ounce of tension between us. The air around us felt electric, every touch sending fire through my veins.

"Nghh—! Hah...mmmh—!"

And then his lips moved along my jaw, neck, and collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "How come you’re so sweet?"

"Ngh...Alvar...Hah..."

"...And I love the way you moan my name."

Every teasing graze of his lips, every brush of his hands, made me shiver, moan softly, and melt completely under him. My body ached for him, every nerve alight with desire.

"Hah...slow..." I whispered, trying to catch my breath.

He smirked, ignoring my protest, and thrust another finger inside me.

"Moan for me, Leif...more," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

I trembled as his touch drove me wild. "Slow...down...please..." I gasped, desperate, my chest heaving. He thrust his three fingers deep inside me...stretching, widening and faster.

"Can I put in...just one round, my love. You’re driving me insane," he said, his voice dark with hunger.

"Hah...aah...No...we...not here... Please..." I said, as he kept thrusting his fingers with a speed I couldn’t control.

He caught my gaze with a sly, dark smile. " Then promise me...you’ll moan for me harder on our wedding night," he teased, his eyes burning with heat and mischief.

I swallowed hard, every part of me aflame, and whispered back, "I promise... I’ll moan for you... and let you do whatever you want."

His smirk deepened, and he started thrusting deeper and even closer, the warmth and weight of him consuming me. Every movement, every brush, sent waves of pleasure racing through me until I couldn’t hold back any longer.

SPLAAAT!!!!!

I spilled over, my body trembling as I collapsed onto his shoulder, my heartbeat mingling with his, our breaths ragged and shared.

He held me there, murmuring against my hair, "Don’t forget the promise, love," and I let myself sink fully into him, heart and soul, lost in the heat, love, and intensity of us.