Billionaire Boss, M.D.(39)
But he did. He had. And once again he was demanding her confession and consent. He was holding back to make certain she craved his invasion and sanctioned his ferocity.
Oh, how she did. Even if the power of his dominance, the starkness of his lust, staggered her. She might have come to his mansion, let him take her to his bed, might have been so bold as to wake the sleeping tiger, but now as she lay beneath him, waiting to be devoured, a storm of agitated desire overwhelmed her.
Her heart plunged into arrhythmia and she felt as if her every cell swelled, screamed for his possession.
Almost swooning with need, she gazed up at him as he loomed above her, the fiery palette of the horizon framing his magnificent body, setting his beauty ablaze. His eyes looked filled with tempests, precariously checked. He was giving her one last chance to dictate the terms of her surrender before he devastated her.
Feeling she’d die if he didn’t she told him, “Take all of me, give me your all. Do everything to me, Antonio...everything. I need it all.”
Raking her body in fierce greed, he bared his teeth on a soft snarl as he cupped her breasts in hands that trembled, kneaded them as if they were the most amazing things he’d ever felt. Then he bent and took one nipple in the damp furnace of his mouth, squeezing a shriek out of her. She unraveled with every nip and suck, each with the exact pressure and intensity to extract maximum pleasure. He layered sensation upon sensation until she felt inundated.
She was shaking out of control when he slid down her body, painting her with caresses and licks until he stilled an inch from her core, his breath on her making her feel she’d spontaneously combust.
He lit her fuse when he spoke, his voice a ragged, bass growl. “Perfetto, bellezza, magnifica.”
As if everything about him weren’t overkill already, he had to go speak Italian. It made her writhe.
“Antonio, please...”
“Si, amore, I will please you...always and forever.”
He pressed his face to her thighs, his lips opening over her quivering flesh like a starving man who didn’t know where to start his feast. Her fingers convulsed in his silky hair, pressed him to her flesh, unable to handle the stimulation, yet needing even more.
He dragged a hand between her thighs, electrifying her as the heel of his thumb brushed open her outer lips. Her undulations became feverish, her pleas a litany till he dipped a finger between her molten lips, stopping at her entrance.
“I dreamed of you like this from that first day, open to me, letting me possess and pleasure you.”
He spread her legs, placed them over his shoulders, opening her core to him fully. Her moans became keens, sharpening, gasping.
He inhaled her, rumbling like a lion at the scent of his female in heat, as she was. He blew a gust of sensation over the knot where her nerves gathered. Her hips rose to him, a plea escaping her lips. It became a shriek when he finally, slowly, slid a finger inside her and she came, pleasure slamming through her in desperate surges.
He’d again made her climax with one touch.
Among the aftershocks, she felt his finger inside her, pumping, beckoning at her inner trigger. Her gasp tore through her lungs as his tongue joined in, circling her bud. Each glide and graze and pull and thrust made her need ignite again as if she hadn’t just had the most intense orgasm of her life.
Soon she was sobbing, bucking again, opening herself fully to his double assault until he had her quaking and screaming with an even more violent release.
She tumbled from the explosive peak, drained, stupefied.
From the depth of drugged satiation, her heavy gaze sought his in the receding sunset. His eyes glowed azure, heavy with hunger and satisfaction.
“From now on you’re on my menu every single day,” he whispered. “I’m already addicted to your taste and your pleasure.”
Something squeezed inside her until it became almost painful. It flabbergasted her to recognize it as an even fiercer arousal. Her satisfaction had lasted a minute and now she was even hungrier. No, she felt something else she’d never felt before. Empty. As if a void inside her was growing, demanding to be filled. By him. Only ever him.
“Don’t indulge your addiction now.” She barely recognized her voice, sultry with hunger, hoarse from her cries. “If you don’t give me yourself right now, I might implode.”
All lightness drained from his eyes as he squeezed her mound possessively, the ferocious conqueror flaring back to life. “And you will have me. I’ll ride you to ecstasy until you can’t beg for more.”
His sensual threat filled her with nervous anticipation. Her heart went haywire as he slid back up over her, sowed kisses over her from her mound to her face, before he withdrew to look down at her.