The Billionaire’s Forbidden Desire(93)

Her breasts felt pleasurably crushed against his chest, the nipples beading and aching for more. Their mouths still together, she rocked, determined to drive both of them insane with need.

He let out a low groan. His hot hands tunneled under her shirt, one roaming up along her back and the other going under the waistband of her skirt and panties to grab her ass. She gasped at how good it felt. How turned on she was.

“You’re sensitive all over,” he whispered into her ear. He licked and nibbled on her neck.

Shivers went through her. She clenched her inner muscles, the emptiness like a knife. His teeth nipped at her, and a sharp pleasure streaked from the spot on her collarbone all the way down to her dripping core.

“Please…”

He pushed her shirt out of the way, then her bra. Her breasts popped free, and he latched onto a nipple, pulling it into his mouth. His cheeks hollowed with the strength of his suction, and she tunneled her hands into his hair and arched her back, silently begging for more. She couldn’t speak, not with the white heat pulsing through her.

The hand that was under her skirt circled around to her front. He ran a finger along her swollen lips and then began to gently rub her clit. She cried out, and his mouth was back on hers, swallowing the rest of the sound. She clutched him harder against her and rocked. Stars and colors burst behind her eyes, and pleasure curled at the base of her spine.

Suddenly he plunged two fingers into her. And they were enough to push her over.

She shuddered as an intense orgasm crashed through her body. Dane held her through it all, then stripped them both, throwing their clothes on the floor in a careless heap.

His taut, heavy body lay next to her, and he pulled her on top of him until she sat astride. The lean muscles on his belly tightened as she rolled a condom down his erection and positioned herself.

Placing her palms on his chest, she sank onto him, filling herself with his thick cock. Sweat beaded on his skin as she moved up and down. It was different being on top, controlling the angle and depth of the penetration. She leaned forward and ground herself against him. She was so full, and her clit felt amazing against his hard pubic bone. One shockwave after another swept through her as she moved, her gaze locked with his.

“Dane…”

“Sophia.”

Sweet reverence shook his voice, and she clenched her teeth. She wanted to draw the moment out as long as possible, but she was so, so close. Pleasure as sharp as a blade seemed to split open her heart, and she suddenly knew that he’d always been meant for her, maybe from their time in Mexico. How else to explain this intense connection between them?

A low groan rumbled through his chest, and he put his feet flat on the mattress. He thrust into her, his powerful pelvis and ass flexing. She met him stroke for stroke. Air sawed in and out of her, the sound rough and uneven. His heart thundered underneath her palms, and she trembled on a precipice…

Another climax barreled through her, and she convulsed. “Dane…Dane…” She vaguely heard herself whimper as she fell from her peak.

He gripped her hips and plunged into her so hard she was surprised her bones didn’t rattle. A guttural shout tore from his corded neck as his entire body bowed from the force of his orgasm.

He wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head in the crook of his neck, even as he fought to control his breathing.

They stayed like that, heart to heart, until she could barely hang onto consciousness. Her ear pressed against his chest, she relaxed, feeling safer than ever before.

* * *

Sophia felt almost boneless, but Dane knew she wasn’t quite asleep. She was most likely in that blissful in-between state.

It was beyond him even as he held her. He stared at the ceiling. It infuriated him she’d been so alone and helpless. At least he knew what he’d done to deserve all the shit in his life—being born when he shouldn’t have. What had she done?

She pressed her lips over his heart. “Thank you.”

“Mmm? For what?”

“For being generous.” She kissed the spot again. “And honest.”

Bitterness and self-incrimination spread like poison in his veins. She had no idea how wrong she was. If he’d been honest…

His hands clutched her.

If he’d been honest, he would’ve lost her. It didn’t matter what he’d done to make up for the past—if she found out, she would never forgive him.

“Remember what I said?” he said. “Don’t ever thank me.”

She snorted. “I can thank whoever I want, even if it’s you. You’ll just have to get used to people acknowledging you when you do something nice for them.”

Each one of her words cut into him like a shard of glass. “Then promise you won’t leave me.”