[* 3rd Person POV *] The best hotel in the village was only a short walk away, but Naruto moved like the world was already too slow for them.
He did not bother with the front desk.
With a single glance at the manager’s name tag and a low, commanding voice, he simply said, “The presidential suite.
Now.” The manager’s eyes widened.
“Y-Yes, Hokage!
Right away!” By the time they reached the elevator, the entire lobby had gone silent.
Dozens of guests, staff, and even the front desk clerks stared.
Hinata’s arms were still looped around his neck, her face buried in his shoulder, but every pair of eyes that met hers was filled with pure, unfiltered jealousy.
She could feel it in the way their gazes lingered, the way their lips pressed into thin lines.
He’s carrying me.
He’s choosing me.
The elevator doors opened directly onto the top floor.
No one asked for a key.
The manager himself appeared with two doormen, bowing so low his forehead nearly touched the carpet.
“Your suite is ready, sir.
The finest in the village everything you requested was already prepared.” Naruto did not answer.
He simply walked past them, one arm cradling Hinata like she was made of glass and fire at the same time.
The mere fact that he had asked for the most expensive room in the building without blinking made her womb clench harder.
A fresh wave of heat rolled through her lower belly, deep and insistent, the same instinct that had woken up in the alley now roaring louder.
She could feel herself getting wetter, the thin lace of her underwear already soaked, every step he took sending ripples of liquid heat through her core.
He’s doing this for me.
He’s spending money like it’s nothing just to take me somewhere private.
I’m going to be a mother again.
For him.
Right now.
The door to the presidential suite clicked open.
It was massive two stories high, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the village lights, a private garden visible through glass walls, and a bed that could have fit three people comfortably.
Candles flickered on every surface.
A bottle of the best champagne waited on a silver tray beside a single rose that matched the color of her dress.
Naruto kicked the door shut behind them with his heel.
The sound of it closing was final.
He did not bother setting her down.
Instead he carried her straight to the enormous bed, crossed the room in three long strides, and dropped her onto the mattress with a single, powerful movement.
The bed dipped under her weight.
The motion was so sudden, so deliberate, that Hinata’s breath left her in a gasp.
He stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her like a man who had just found the only treasure worth more than gold.
His eyes were dark, hungry, and utterly devoted.
The love and raw desire in them made her stomach flip.
He looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world.
Like I’m the center of his universe.
Like he already knows I’m going to be his again tonight.
Hinata’s heart raced so hard she felt dizzy.
The heat in her womb pulsed harder, a deep, throbbing need that made her thighs press together.
She was already trembling.
Her nipples had tightened into painful points against the thin fabric of the dress.
She wanted him inside her wanted him to fill her again, wanted to feel him claim every inch of her.
She could not stay quiet anymore.
Slowly, deliberately, she sat up on the edge of the bed.
Her hands moved to the zipper of her dress.
The sound of it sliding down was loud in the quiet room.
The fabric peeled away from her body inch by inch, revealing the soft lavender lingerie beneath delicate lace that barely covered her breasts, the matching garter belt and stockings that hugged her powerful, feminine thighs.
The dress fell to the floor in a puddle of silk.
Hinata was breathtaking.
The soft glow of the candles caught every curve like it had been painted there.
Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell with each shaky breath, the lace barely containing them.
The gentle swell of her waist dipped into wide, child-bearing hips, and her long, elegant legs stretched out in those sheer stockings, toes pointed slightly in invitation.
Her face was flushed, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with pure desire.
She looked like a goddess who had stepped down from the heavens just for this night ethereal, powerful, and completely, devastatingly feminine.
Naruto’s breath caught audibly.
“You’re… you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, voice rough.
“Like something out of a dream I never thought I’d see.” Hinata’s cheeks burned hotter, but she did not look away.
She slowly rose from the bed, letting the lingerie catch the light.
Her hands trailed lightly down her own body, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over the hard nipples until a soft moan escaped her.
“Then stop looking and do something about it,” she whispered, voice shaking with need.
“I don’t want to be the only one on this bed.
I want you.
I want you inside me.
I’ve needed you all night.” Naruto’s eyes darkened to black.
He crossed the distance in two strides, hands already reaching for her.
And Hinata smiled slow, wicked, and completely lost in the man who had chosen her again tonight.
She was ready to be ruined.
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