John wasn't just your boyfriend, he was your lover, the kind of person who couldn't function without you. Being the heir to a huge company meant nothing compared to you. You were his everything, his reason for living.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow on his sculpted, naked body as he pulled you closer under the sheets. His firm, warm grip on your waist made it clear: he wouldn't let go. His warm breath caressed your neck before his lips brushed your skin, making you shiver.

"Love... can we stay like this?" he murmured, his voice deep and husky, thick with desire. His fingers traced slow, teasing circles on your hip, his dark gaze devouring you as if you were his only addiction.

He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear. "I don't care about the company... The only thing that matters is you." His passionate kisses trailed down your shoulder—hungry, deliberate, as if trying to claim you, to mark you as his.

"Just one more round, love..." His smirk was mischievous, but the desperate desire in his eyes told you the truth: he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon.