Chapter 212: Your Turn to Look

"And how do you plan to do that?"

"By making sure you don’t think about anything else for the rest of the night," Amber answered without a second of hesitation.

Her dark-brown eyes shimmered with golden warmth in the soft lamplight. Before Evren could respond, she shifted her weight across the mattress.

Lifting one slender leg over his thighs, Amber straddled his lap, settling down directly over him in her ivory silk nightshirt. The bed dipped beneath them as the cool fabric of her nightshirt rubbed against his trousers.

She could already feel the thick ridge of him beneath the fabric, and the contact sent a slow, liquid pulse between her legs.

Evren’s hands moved on pure instinct, settling firmly onto the gentle curve of her waist. Her hips were soft yet firm beneath his touch, perfectly molded to the shape of his thighs. The heat of her settled right against his cock, and he felt himself thicken further at the pressure.

Amber placed both palms flat against his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath the cotton of his shirt. A slow, knowing smile curved her full lips as she looked into his dark eyes.

"You spend every waking hour protecting this household, running corporate takeovers, and fighting extinction-level monsters," Amber murmured softly. "You never give yourself a break, Evren."

She reached for the top button of his shirt with nimble fingers, slipping it free of its hole. Her warm knuckles grazed his collarbone, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake.

The soul-bond flickered faintly between them, and the simple brush of her skin against his suddenly felt sharper, hotter.

"Someone has to take care of you, you know?" Amber whispered, working her way down to the second button. "And since I’m the Vice-Chairman, I consider that my personal responsibility."

Evren chuckled in a low and husky voice as he tilted his head back against the pillows. "Is this an official corporate initiative, Lady Sterling?"

"Very official," Amber teased, popping the third and fourth buttons open with practiced ease. "Approved exclusively by executive decree."

She pushed the parted fabric wide, spreading the collar across his shoulders before sliding the sleeves down his arms. She tossed the shirt aside, letting it flutter onto the carpet.

Her gaze drifted across his broad chest, tracking the defined lines of his collarbones and the rock-hard contours of his abdomen.

Even after trading blows with a Level 102 Void Calamity Beast and carrying forty wounded hunters out of the collapsing chasm, his body showed zero signs of fatigue.

Amber traced the line of his sternum with the tip of her forefinger, feeling the slight shudder that ran through his breath. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent as she traced the skin that had shielded her from the abyss.

The bond hummed again, and the simple stroke of her fingertip pulled a low sound from deep in his chest.

"You’re completely solid," Amber murmured, her voice dropping into a breathless hush. "Every time I look at you, I still can’t believe how strong you’ve become."

Evren’s hands tightened on her hips, his fingers digging lightly into the soft silk of her nightshirt. "I had plenty of motivation to get strong."

Amber looked up, meeting his eyes as a tender, affectionate heat filled the space between them. For a brief moment, the playful teasing softened into pure devotion.

"I know," she whispered, leaning forward until the softness of her breasts pressed fully against his bare torso. The thin silk did almost nothing to mute the feel of her nipples tightening against his skin. "And every single breath I take belongs to you because of it."

She tilted her chin upward, brushing her lips softly along the line of his jaw. Her breath was warm and sweet, smelling faintly of honey and chamomile tea.

Amber trailed her mouth higher, pressing light, teasing kisses behind the curve of his ear. When her teeth caught his earlobe in a gentle, playful nip, a sharp jolt of electricity shot straight down Evren’s spine.

The bond flared, turning the small bite into something that made his cock throb hard against the soft heat of her center.

A low groan rumbled deep in Evren’s chest. His fingers gripped her waist firmly, lifting her slightly before pulling her back down tight against his thighs. The friction dragged the damp silk of her nightshirt directly over the rigid length of him.

"You’ve gotten bold tonight, Amber," Evren murmured, his pulse picking up rapidly.

"Only with you," Amber replied right against his mouth, her lips grazing him with every word she spoke. "You stood toe-to-toe with a planetary titan in the abyss. Let’s see if you can handle your own house."

Evren didn’t wait for another word. He surged upward, closing the tiny gap between them and capturing her lips in a deep, greedy kiss.

Amber gasped into his mouth, but the sound was instantly swallowed by his hunger. She parted her lips eagerly, meeting the slide of his tongue with unrestrained passion.

The bond between them ignited fully. Every touch felt much more intense, sending waves of pure pleasure through them and making their blood race together.

Amber rolled her hips forward slowly, grinding her center against the ridge hardening rapidly beneath his trousers. She moved with confidence, letting him feel just how wet she already was through the thin silk.

The fabric clung to her, slick and warm, and the pressure against her swollen clit made her thighs tighten around his hips.

The thin ivory silk did nothing to mute the friction. Evren tore his mouth from hers with a sharp hiss of breath, his jaw clenching as his hands slid down from her waist to grip the firm, rounded curves of her ass.

He pulled her flush against his lap, pressing his hard length directly between her parted thighs. Amber whimpered into the crook of his neck, her back arching as a shudder ran through her entire body.

She could feel every thick inch of him dragging against the soaked silk covering her.

"Evren..." Amber breathed, her voice trembling with raw heat. "You’re so hard already."

"You’re not giving me much choice," Evren growled playfully into her ear, his palms squeezing the soft flesh of her hips through the silk.

His thumbs pressed into the crease where her thighs met her body, and the bond made even that small pressure feel like a direct stroke against her core.

Amber let out a breathless, wanton giggle that ended in a sharp gasp when Evren rolled his hips upward, nudging his solid thickness firmly against her heat.

The sensation made her toes curl, a desperate, sweet ache coiling low in her belly. Slickness gathered between her folds, soaking the silk further until she was certain he could feel how wet she was.

A flush of deep rose spread across her cheeks and down the slope of her neck. Her dark-brown eyes were wide and glossy, burning with molten golden flecks that signaled her increasing arousal.

She sat back on his thighs, breaking the embrace just enough to look down at him. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow pants, pushing the loose neckline of her silk nightshirt wide open.

Underneath the smooth ivory fabric, the rounded curves of her full breasts were clearly visible, the dark-pink buds of her nipples standing tight and aching against the chill of the air. The sight was enough to make any man lose his mind.

Evren’s throat went dry as his eyes locked onto her. He reached out, his calloused palms brushing lightly against the exposed tops of her breasts.

Amber shuddered at the contact, a sweet whimper spilling past her lips. She caught his wrists, guiding his hands higher until his palms cupped her soft breasts through the thin silk.

His thumbs swept across the hardened tips, and the dual sensation... rough hands and the humming bond, made her hips twitch involuntarily on his lap.

"Do you like what you see, Chairman?" Amber asked, her voice lower now, edged with need.

"You know I do," Evren replied, rolling both nipples between his thumbs and the silk. The pressure pulled a soft, broken sound from her throat.

Amber took a slow breath, steadying herself against the waves of pleasure pooling between her legs. She slowly lifted both hands to the hem of the silk nightshirt at her knees.

A daring, sultry smile lit up her flushed face as she began gathering the fabric in her fingers, hitching the hem inch by inch up her smooth thighs. Cool air kissed the damp silk between her legs, and she felt herself clench around nothing at the exposure.

"Your turn to look, Evren," Amber whispered as she pulled the silk up and freed her breasts.