World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World-Chapter 116: Blissful Night***

James parked in front of the Waldorf Astoria Beverly Hills, stepping out smoothly. He circled around to Natasha’s side, pulling the door open.

Natasha slipped out of the car shyly, her cheeks glowing under the soft lights. She glanced up at James, nodded once, and James smiled back, offering his hand.

Without hesitation, she slid her hand into his, clutching him tightly, almost like she was afraid he’d disappear if she let go.

They walked into the hotel together. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

At the reception, James booked a penthouse suite without a second thought. The receptionist handed over the key with a knowing smile, but James didn’t notice — his attention was fully locked on Natasha, who stayed close, her hand gripping his like a lifeline.

The elevator ride up was quiet but thick with tension — the kind that prickled across the skin and made every breath feel heavier.

When they finally reached the suite, James pushed open the door. The luxury of the penthouse barely registered to either of them.

Natasha kicked off her heels and tugged him toward the bed with a quiet urgency, the bouquet of flowers abandoned gently on the table.

James let himself be pulled along, smiling to himself.

They reached the edge of the large, cushy bed, and with a soft laugh, Natasha fell back onto it — pulling James down with her.

He caught himself with one hand planted beside her head, hovering just above her, his body caging hers lightly, protectively.

Their eyes locked.

No words. Just a raw, unspoken need passing between them, deeper than anything language could touch.

The tension between had started while they were in the car but none of them made a move, as it wasn’t the right time or place. But now that they are in the suite, they can go wild as much as they want.

James smiled faintly, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, admiring her — really seeing her.

"You’re too beautiful, Natasha," he said softly, with a low voice.

Natasha’s lips parted slightly, her breath hitching, and she closed her eyes in quiet anticipation.

James closed the distance.

The moment their lips met, a spark shot through both of them.

Natasha whimpered softly against his mouth, her body arching up into him, trembling under the weight of the moment.

The kiss deepened quickly — slow at first, savoring, tasting, learning — and then it became hotter and hungrier.

Their mouths parted slightly, their tongues brushing together in slow, searching strokes that turned everything else into a blur.

James’ hands slid over her waist, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.

Natasha gasped into his mouth, her fingers clutching at his back, pulling him closer, needing him like she needed air.

He explored her body with gentle but sure hands, feeling every curve, every small shiver that raced through her.

Natasha moaned softly, her legs shifting, tangling with his as she pressed herself against him.

Their kisses grew deeper, slower, filled with the kind of tension that promised they were only just getting started.

They weren’t rushing. They were savoring — every touch, every sound, every breath.

James pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her.

Natasha’s eyes were half-lidded, glazed with longing, her lips swollen from their kisses. Her cheeks glowed, her chest rose and fell with quickened breath, and there was something achingly beautiful about the way she looked at him — like he was her whole world in that moment.

"James," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

He kissed her again — softer now, slower — like he was memorizing the shape of her mouth, the taste of her, and her lips tasted very delicious.

One of his hands slid down, gliding along the curve of her hip, and Natasha shivered under his touch, her fingers tightening in his shirt.

She wasn’t rushing him.

She wasn’t pulling him closer in desperation.

She was surrendering to him — giving herself to him, completely and fully.

James smiled into the kiss, feeling the weight of what she was offering, and he kissed his way down, tracing her jaw, her throat, the delicate curve of her collarbone, each touch reverent, almost worshipful.

Her skin was very smooth and soft to the touch. He couldn’t describe it as it felt heavenly.

Natasha gasped softly, her head tipping back to give him better access, her body arching against him, silently pleading for more.

His fingers brushed the thin strap of her dress, and he paused, his eyes flickering up to hers, asking without words.

Natasha nodded, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break free from her chest.

With slow, deliberate movements, James slid the strap down her shoulder, exposing more of her glowing skin.

The dress pooled around her waist like liquid gold, leaving her upper body bare to his gaze.

He sucked in a soft, shaky breath, taking her in.

She was perfect.

Natasha looked up at him, vulnerability and desire written across every inch of her face.

James leaned down and kissed her shoulder first — a slow, lingering kiss that made her tremble — then lower, mapping every inch of her exposed skin with his mouth, his hands following in a slow, teasing dance.

Everywhere he touched, Natasha felt like she was burning — not with fire, but with something hotter, deeper, something that started in her chest and radiated outward.

She couldn’t stop the soft, breathy moans that slipped from her lips, and she didn’t want to.

James moved with a patience that drove her wild. He explored her body like she was a treasure he had waited his whole life to find.

When he finally pulled back just enough to see her fully, lying there, flushed and trembling with need, and he felt something changing inside of him.

It wasn’t just desire or lust. It was something far deeper. Fiercer.

Possession and love — the kind of love that said he didn’t just want her for tonight, but for every night after.

Natasha reached up and cupped his face, pulling him down into another kiss — slow, tender, tasting of promises and all the things they couldn’t yet say out loud.

Their bodies pressed together again, fitting perfectly, like two pieces of the same soul finding each other after a long, lonely search.