Billionaire's Revenge(26)

Together they spilled onto the soft mattress, a confusion of limbs, their bodies writhing against the other. “You are so beautiful Sara”, his words enflaming her already heightened need for him as she gave a shuddering sigh, her fingers sliding down his sides to slip under the silk bed pants. His long groan empowered her, Sara grasped the silky material pushing it as far as she was able, the musky scent of him immediately bombarding her senses.

Grasping him within her hand, Darius shifted to allow her to hold him, his hips moving against her hold on him a ragged tortured moan leaving him as he took her wrists. “Stop...stop Sara”, his voice uneven as he pulled her arms above her head, his mouth reclaiming hers, the kiss demanding. His lips moved down to her tightened nipple, the dusty pink bud sending searing hot sensations of need to pool between her legs. A long moan left her as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin before nipping it with his teeth, her exhale of breath causing him to chuckle, the sound reverberating against her body only adding more intensity to his actions.

All the while his hands caressed her skin, sliding along her stomach to rest between her legs, Sara writhing against his hand, remembering the previous night and the pleasure his fingers brought. Groaning, she tried to pull her hands free, his tightening around her wrists to keep them above her head, another laugh leaving his lips as she squirmed helplessly.

“Tell me you want this”, his sensual voice fanned the already tightened nipples, Sara groaned as a tremor forced its way through her. She wanted to tell him to go to hell, not to give him what he wanted, but his tongue once more sliding against the puckered bud made her gasp, the word “Yes” torn from her lips.

Two fingers instantly slid deep within her, a long groan leaving her as she opened her eyes, finding his looking intently at her. Swallowing, she stared back at him, her look full of need as he caressed her, stroking so deep within her pulsating body Sara biting on her lower lip to keep from begging him to make love to her, not having to as the sentiment was written so strongly on her features.

As her eyes slowly started to close once more, Sara again felt the waves rise, felt the heat swirling around her stomach before her head was thrown back, her mouth crying out as the heat exploded, travelling to every part of her body, her head growing hazy as pure sexual pleasure pervaded every part of her, not aware as she bucked against his hand, begging for him to stop; the intensity almost painful.

Stilling, she laid spent, every limb filled with a languorous heavy contentment. Darius, sliding back up, reclaimed her mouth, finally releasing her wrists, Sara unable to move them as he kissed her so softly, so tenderly. For some unknown reason, she wanted to cry, the feelings swirling within her so wonderful, so peaceful, she was shocked and confused by them. Finally, she had been able to move, her still shaking arms moving around his neck. Pulled back he stared down into her eyes, eyes still full of surprise and warmth.

“You really are beautiful Sara”, his soft words only added to the thrashing emotions swirling alarmingly within her, the small tear which wound its way down her cheek caught on his tongue as he licked her, a shudder running through her at this small touch. “I...I never knew it could be like this”, she whispered, Darius smiling gently. “It isn’t always”, he admitted softly, as her eyes flew to his, neither willing to examine the reason why their reaction to the other was so intense.

Once more his mouth covered hers, his tongue sliding along the soft underside of her tongue, Sara surprised at the way her body instantly was shocked into awareness. Her hand caressed his cheeks as she kissed him back. “It is going to be a very long night Sara”, he whispered against her mouth as she once more felt herself sink back into him, her head nodding in agreement.#p#分页标题#e#

Groggily opening her eyes the next morning, Sara moaned as her stiff limbs complained, a small smile curved her lips at knowing why. That he was a skilled lover was most definitely not in doubt, but she had not realised just how much stamina the man had, their lovemaking continuing into morning. Darius was nowhere to be seen; she sleepily recalled that he informed her the previous night that he had an early morning meeting, surprised at her disappointment of his not being there.

Looking at the time, she groaned, shocked that she would have slept so long, a chuckle rising to her lips “‘That man is going to kill me”, she thought, another more wicked one adding “‘but what a way to go”, aware as she laughed out loud at her wanton thoughts. Being Darius Garelli’s mistress had its benefits she thought, before another pushed its way into her mind, her mouth becoming more serious.