Alex carried Heena inside the Presidential Suite, her legs still shaky from the intense orgasm on the balcony.
The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind them, the cool, filtered air and soft lighting wrapped around them like a secret.
Heena's eyes widened as she took in the sheer luxury. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the glittering city, while elegant modern furniture, fresh flowers, and a fully stocked bar spoke of effortless wealth.
Everything smelled faintly of sandalwood and crisp linen.
"God, Alex… everything here is so beautiful," she murmured, still nestled in his arms, her voice soft with genuine appreciation. "I've never stayed anywhere like this."
He smiled and carried her straight through the living area toward the bedroom. When he pushed open the double doors, Heena gasped.
The bedroom was enormous... dominated by a massive king-sized bed dressed in pristine white linens and plush pillows.
