In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 368

Something like relief flickered across his face as he retrieved a condom, quickly sheathing himself. Then he was positioning himself between her thighs, the blunt head of his length pressing against her entrance.

"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, slowly pushing forward.

Amelia gasped at the stretch, the fullness unlike anything she'd experienced. Niko paused, giving her body time to adjust, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Okay?" he asked, tension evident in every line of his body.

She nodded, pulling him down for a kiss. "More," she whispered against his lips.

He began to move, setting a gentle rhythm that gradually built in intensity as her body welcomed him more fully. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by waves of pleasure that built with each thrust.

Niko's control was evident in the way he held back, his movements measured despite the fire in his eyes. One hand slipped between them, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that sent sparks shooting through her veins.

"Niko," she gasped, her hips rising to meet his. "Please."

"Let go," he urged, his voice strained.

The combination of his touch and his words pushed her over the edge. Amelia cried out as her second release crashed through her, more intense than the first. Niko followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he buried his face against her neck, a deep groan rumbling through his chest.

For several heartbeats, they remained joined, breathing heavily, sweat cooling on their skin. Then Niko carefully withdrew, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before leaving the bed briefly to dispose of the condom.

When he returned, he gathered her against his chest, pulling the covers over them both. Amelia nestled into his warmth, a surprising contentment washing over her.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her shoulder.

"More than alright," she assured him, tilting her face up to his.

"Yes," he agreed, understanding her unfinished thought. "You are very responsive to the slight touch."

A comfortable silence settled between them, as Amelia's eyelids grew heavy.

"Stay," Niko murmured against her hair when she stirred slightly. "Stay here tonight."

The request was simple… but a choice to begin their marriage sharing one bed rather than retreating to separate spaces.

"I'd like that," she replied, settling more comfortably against him.

As sleep began to claim her, Amelia's last conscious thought before drifting off was that maybe, just maybe, her grandfather had been right after all. Perhaps this arranged marriage could bring her happiness she'd never dared to imagine.

Amelia woke to unfamiliar warmth and the steady rhythm of another's breathing. For a disorienting moment, she couldn't place where she was then memory flooded back. The wedding. Their conversation. What had followed.

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