Mine Forever (Book 3: The Billionaire’s Obsession Trilogy)(14)

       
           



       

"I honestly don't know. It probably had something to do with the death  of my parents. I missed them. I felt so alone after they died. I guess I  was pretty young, vulnerable and stupid." Her voice was forlorn.

Simon hated the bastard even more. She had been young and alone, stunned  after losing her parents. He wished he could have been there for her  then.

But he was here now. He pulled her unresisting body into his arms,  vowing to protect her from this moment on. "Never again, baby. You'll  always have me. I'll never let you be lonely."

Neither one of us will ever be lonely again.

He took the clip from her hair and dropped it on the floor. As he ran a  soothing hand over the silky strands, he realized that he had been  lonely his entire life. He'd just never really recognized it. "I've been  waiting for you forever," he whispered to her in a husky voice.  Somehow, he had known her from the moment he saw her. Not with his eyes,  but with his heart.

And God, how he needed her.

She pulled away from him slightly to see his face. She didn't say  anything, but she didn't need to. He could see her love, her heart  glittering in her eyes. He traced her lips with his fingers, moving  slowly to her cheeks and down her neck, savoring the softness beneath  his fingertips. He drew invisible initials on her exposed cleavage, left  bare by his too-big robe. His initials, tracing over them again and  again, needing to stake his claim on this woman who drove him to ecstasy  and to the edge of sanity.

"Simon." she whimpered his name, pulling his head down to her lips.

He groaned into her embrace as her hands stroked over his shoulders,  loving the feel of her fingers on his heated flesh, a touch so exquisite  that his heart was thundering against the wall of his chest.

Needing to make her his, claim her, he thrust his tongue into her mouth  with desperation, his need so intense that it was almost painful. The  possessive beast in him sighed as she opened for him, letting him in,  asking for more. He plundered until they were both breathless, panting.  Pulling back, he sucked in a deep breath, nibbling at her lower lip,  unable to separate himself from her, but also needing to have her naked.

He moved back, cupping one of her silk-clad breasts, running a finger  around the prominent nipple. "Do you remember what I told you about this  robe," he rumbled against her lips, tracing them with the tip of his  tongue.

"Every word," she answered in a low, sexy voice. "I have very fond memories of this robe."

"Me too." he replied hotly, reluctantly releasing her and pulling one  more tiny heart from his other hand. "But right now I wish you would get  naked."

With a graceful move, she swept the heart from his fingers and tore it  up. Slowly, she opened the front tie of the garment, letting the silk  glide effortlessly off her shoulders. He swallowed hard as her perfect  breasts appeared and the garment caught at her elbows for a  heart-stopping moment, before it slid to the floor in a pool of  shimmering black.

He had to force himself to breath, make the air move in and out of his lungs. She was so fucking beautiful. So very his.

Mine.

"I love these fucking hearts," he rasped, his hand clenched tightly around the remaining two.

Her gorgeous blue eyes danced, but they were also hot with desire. "You  wasted that one. I would have done it for nothing. I need you."

I need you.

His soul echoed her desire, his body clamoring, clawing to possess what  belonged to him. His cock was as hard as marble, ready to be buried in  her wet, hot pussy. At this point, he was afraid he was going to explode  the moment he buried himself inside of her. He tucked the tiny hearts  beneath a placemat on the table for safekeeping.

She took a step forward, bringing her silken skin against his, making  him shudder. Her hand fluttered gently against the material of his  boxers, stroking his ready-to-explode cock like it was a treasured pet.

He moved her hand and swept her up into his arms, unable to wait a moment longer. "Time for bed."

"About time." she murmured against his shoulder, obviously impatient.

Immediately, his mind shifted from his cock to the wanting woman in his  arms. His woman. She needed him, wanted him to pleasure her, sate her  needs. He'd get his satisfaction, but she came first. She would always  come first. Literally.





Chapter 7


Simon dropped her gently on the bed. She rolled and popped open the  drawer on the bedside table, jerking out his restraints and handing them  to him. "Tie me. I don't mind."

Please. Tie me and fuck me before I die of longing.

She was panting, both her mind and body out of control. If she didn't  have his muscular, hot body possessing hers within moments, she was  going to scream.                       
       
           



       

He looked at her with confusion. "You want me to tie you up?"

"I want you. Tie me up. Tie me down. Whatever you want. It's hot. You're  hot. I just want you to fuck me. However you're comfortable with it."

Oh God, I'm babbling. He's making me crazy.

"Sweetheart, the possessive caveman in me would love nothing more than  to have you at my mercy and make you come until you scream, but I don't  need to tie you up." He took the restraints from her hands and dumped  them beside the bed. "But now that I know it makes you hot, I'll do it  another time. Right now, I just need to watch you come, make love to you  until neither of us can move."

Every light was on. They hadn't shut them off earlier. The expression on  his face was fierce, tender, and strangely peaceful. She took a deep  breath, her whole body quivering, her pussy saturated, ready for him.  She became intoxicated as he stretched himself over her, the silk of his  new boxers sliding along the tender folds between her thighs. She  opened for him, moaning as his rock-hard erection pressed firmly against  her mound, stimulating her already-sensitive clit.

She clutched him to her, almost afraid that he would escape, needing  some sort of reassurance that he was real, that he was hers. She had  never, ever been a possessive or obsessive woman, but Simon was so  incredible, so completely amazing, that it seemed almost impossible that  he really existed, that he was truly hers. Sometimes he almost seemed  like a dream, a lovely dream that took her existence from ordinary to  extraordinary.

"Relax, baby." Simon whispered in her ear, his warm breath making her shiver.

Relaxing her arms, she wrapped them around his neck, trying to control  her feral instinct to bind him to her, protect herself from ever having  to live without him. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm feeling desperate." She  hadn't meant to say it, it sounded pathetic, but it was true. Her  emotions were on overload and her body was clamoring for more.

He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses up the side of her neck. "No more  desperate than I am. Every time I hear your voice, see you, talk to you,  I want to get closer. Hell, all I have to do is think about you."  Lightly, his tongue licked her lips, tracing the contours of her mouth.  "I want inside of you. I want us to be fused so tightly that you can  never get away."

Yes. Yes. That's how she felt.

His mouth came down on hers, no more teasing, no more seduction. He  invaded, pillaged, ravished with his lips and tongue, and she opened to  him like a flower to the sun. She moaned as he sated a small portion of  her desire for cohesion, her hips automatically lifting, wanting other  body parts to merge, needing some relief from her hyper-aroused state.

He pulled his mouth from hers, his breathing ragged. "Fuck! You're  sweet. So sweet and so damn hot!" Pulling her arms from around his neck,  he gripped her wrists and imprisoned them at her side, sliding slowly  down her body.

She squirmed, pulling at her wrists that were held tightly, one on each  side of her waist. He licked and kissed his way down her chest until he  reached her breasts, making her want to scream with frustrated desire.

He wasn't gentle, and she didn't want him to be. His teeth abraded a  sensitive nipple, pulling the tip into his scorching mouth, using both  his teeth and his tongue.

Pleasure and pain.

"Simon. Oh, God. Please." Her head thrashed as he switched to the other  nipple, torturing her, arousing her until she could barely draw breath.

He kept up his erotic assault on her breasts, laving, gently biting,  switching from one to the other while he kept her hands clamped firmly  at her side. The feeling of being at his tender mercy was maddening,  intoxicating, breathtaking.

His mouth dipped lower, moving in circles over her belly, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Finally, he let go of her wrists, using his hands to spread her legs  wide as he moved between her thighs. "You smell so sweet. Like aroused  woman. My woman. Mine to satisfy. My honey to lick up." He growled,  taking deep breaths, the hot exhalations caressing the tender folds of  her pussy.