Amelia's body still thrummed with the aftershocks of their red room marathon, wrists faintly marked from the cuffs, skin flushed from whips and relentless thrusts.
LeBron's arms scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her against his sweat-slicked chest like she weighed nothing. His muscles flexed under her, c**k semi-hard and brushing her thigh as he strode from the crimson-lit chamber, up the hidden stairs, through the closet, and into the master suite. The air shifted cooler, but his heat enveloped her, making her sigh contentedly—'Mmm... Daddy, where now?'—nuzzling into his neck, tasting salt on his skin.
He didn't answer with words, just a low chuckle rumbling through his chest, carrying her past the rumpled bed toward the en-suite bathroom. The door swung open to reveal opulence: wal
