The hotel suite door clicks shut. Paris business trip. First as his private secretary. Heart hammers. Georges’ eyes devour me. Suitcase drops. He steps close. Breath hot on my neck. ‘Nadube, no more games.’ Fingers graze my blouse. Nipples harden instantly. Pulse races. Skin flushes. I remember the party. His cock grinding my pubis. Wet panties. Henri’s knowing nod. ‘Survive,’ he said. Now here. Alone. Danger thrills. ‘Georges…’ Voice husky. He presses against me. Bulge swells. Hard. Insistent. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Salty. Urgent. Hands roam. Skirt hikes up. Thighs quiver. ‘You’re mine tonight.’ Growl vibrates. Pubis aches. Soaked. Reason shreds. Desire devours. Back arches. Blouse rips open. Bra snaps. Breasts spill. He sucks. Bites. Moan escapes. Legs weaken. Pushed to bed. Skirt off. Panties yanked. Exposed. Dripping. Fingers probe. ‘So wet for me.’ Thrust in. Gasp. Heart explodes. Fingers curl. G-spot screams. Hips buck. ‘Fuck, Nadube.’ Sweat beads. Bodies slick. Clothes shed. His cock springs free. Thick. Veined. Pulsing. Pre-cum glistens. Kneel. Lips part. Tongue swirls. Salty. Musky. He groans. Grabs hair. Thrusts deep. Throat fills. Gag. Drool. Eyes water. Pure lust. Pulls out. Flips me. Ass up. Slaps cheek. Sting burns. ‘Beg.’ ‘Please, fuck me.’ Voice breaks. He positions. Tip nudges. Slips in. Inch by inch. Stretches. Fills. Burn. Bliss. The Blaze ignites. Cock slams home. Brutal. Deep. Balls slap clit. Rhythm savage. Grunts. Moans. Bed shakes. Sweat pours. Skin slaps. Heart thunders. Nipples drag sheets. Fingers claw. ‘Harder!’ Scream. He pounds. Grips hips. Bruises form. Pussy clenches. Waves build. Orgasm crashes. Vision blurs. Body convulses. He roars. Thrusts erratic. Hot cum floods. Deep. Pulsing. Collapses. The Ashes settle. Bodies entwine. Skin feverish. Breath ragged. Cum leaks. Thighs sticky. Pulse slows. Eyes meet. ‘Unique,’ he whispers. Smile. No regret. Henri gardens tomorrow. Pays bills. My secret fire. Burned alive. Reborn.