Billionaire Stepbrother (A Dark Erotic Romance)(11)
My spine arched as he lifted my legs into a vertical position allowing him deeper access and oh god did it feel good. A building wave of pleasure circled, getting faster with each spin inside me and knew I was on the verge of bursting.
He held the tops of my thighs and pounded his hips forward; sweat dripped from his forehead and landed on my rippling stomach.
“I’m going to come,” my lips let slip.
With every thrust, with every grunt he made I swelled and neared the edge of ecstasy.
“Not yet, not till I say,” he demanded.
My nails dug into his forearms, cutting deep as I clung onto him waiting for the command. I grinded my teeth as sounds of fury were caught deep in my throat; held prisoner awaiting their release.
Still moving within me his hands let go of my thighs and reached for my breasts, cupping them. All of a sudden he pinched my nipples and bellowed an almost inhuman cry.
“NOW!”
Our bodies crashed together as we exploded in sync. I was finally allowed to let go and the rush sent me dizzy as if I were on a fairground ride that’d lost control.
As the pulsations beat against us both, we gasped for breath as we rode out the fizzling storm. We were battered and exhausted but we sat huddled in front of the fire, coupled together, not letting go of one another.
Chapter Eight
I sat in his lap, legs still wrapped around him, his arms wrapped around me as we watched the fire burn.
Lex swept a lock of hair away from my neck and pecked gently up towards my ear sending a torrent of shivers through me.
“Are you cold?” he asked, drawing me in closer.
I shook my head. His hostility had all but faded away but I was still, a little uneasy, wondering where we went from here. Everything had changed, and yet we were still the same people.
“Stop worrying,” he said.
How could he know me so well already? When I had barely grazed his surface.
“I’m not,” I lied.
“It won’t do any good, you know.”
“What won’t?”
“You can’t go back.”
“That’s not what I was thinking.”
Lex stroked my arm and his fingers glided down to mine. Our hands entwined, our fingers laced together.
“Good. Because as I’ve already told you more than once this evening,” his mouth and warm breath were millimetres away from my ear, “you’re forever mine.”