Page 76 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)

When we finally broke for air, I was breathless, my heart racing with a potent blend of love and lust. Matt’s eyes bored into mine, filled with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

Then, without warning, he began a searing journey down my torso, each kiss igniting a new flame across my skin, his tongue tracing the contours of my muscles, sending jolts of electricity straight to my core.

I tensed as he reached the apex of my thighs, the heat of his breath fanning over my sensitive flesh. He looked up at me from under his lashes—a look so wickedly hot it should have come with a warning label—before parting his lips and taking me into the wet heat of his mouth.

A loud groan escaped my throat as he enveloped me, his tongue working its magic with a mastery that left me seeing stars.

I bit my lower lip, the sharp jolt of pain a grounding counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure building within me.

My hips moved of their own accord, my body instinctively seeking to deepen the connection between us.

The sight of Matt, lips stretched around my girth, eyes locked on mine, was nearly enough to send me over the edge.

But it was the love—unspoken yet as tangible as the sheets beneath us—that made this more than just a physical act.

It was an expression of our bond, a love so fierce and consuming that it left no room for doubt or fear.

I was a writhing mess beneath him, moaning his name as I teetered on the brink of release.

Each suck, each lick, each teasing movement had me biting my lower lip harder to keep from crying out.

He was loving me with his mouth, worshipping my body in a way that no one else ever had, and I could feel the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.

When I finally came, it was like every nerve in my body caught fire, the pleasure pulsing through me with a force that left me utterly undone.

Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids as I spilled into his mouth, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.

He swallowed every drop, his eyes never leaving mine, filled with a tenderness that took my breath away.

Matt moved up to hover over me once the world stopped spinning, and our lips met in a languid, lazy kiss that spoke of the deep connection we shared. “Feeling less pain now?” he murmured, a hint of amusement coloring his tone.

I grinned up at him through half-lidded eyes, still catching my breath from the intensity of it all.

“Doctor,” I murmured with feigned solemnity but couldn’t quite keep the blissful satisfaction from my voice, “your treatment is nothing short of miraculous. Though I might need regular follow-up appointments to ensure a complete recovery.”

His rich laughter joined my breathless chuckle as he lay down beside me, pulling me into his arms. I went willingly, snuggling into his embrace with a contented sigh.

Lying there in the afterglow, with Matt’s lips tracing a leisurely path across my skin, I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

Each kiss was a gentle whisper of affection, a balm to my overstimulated senses.

He kissed me everywhere—my lips, my forehead, the bridge of my nose, each cheek, my neck, even the tip of my nose, for Pete’s sake.

It was sweet and maddening all at once, his tenderness a caress to my battered soul.

When his lips found that sensitive spot on my neck, a familiar tension coiled within me. My body responded with an eagerness that was both embarrassing and exhilarating—I was hard again, painfully so. Matt’s own arousal was unmistakable, a solid length pressing against my thigh.

I couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. “Well, Mr. Caine, is that a billion dollars in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I murmured against his lips.

His chuckle vibrated against my neck where his lips were currently exploring.

“And here I thought you were the one making unauthorized deposits,” he retorted, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

“But what’s a poor billionaire to do when doctor’s orders say no strenuous activity? ”

The suggestion that slipped from my lips was half jest, half desperate need. “You know what they say about friction creating heat… and I hear body heat is very therapeutic.”

His smirk sent a thrill down my spine. “Playing with fire, pet? And here I thought you were supposed to be recovering, not starting new blazes.”

Before I could respond with some clever comeback, he was shifting, pulling me on top of him.

I found myself straddling his waist, our faces inches apart as we shared sweet kisses that held promises of more.

My legs wrapped around his waist while my arms clung to his neck—a lifeline in a sea of desire.

Matt took the lead, his hands bringing us together in the most intimate of ways. Our cocks lined up perfectly, and the friction was exquisite—each movement sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I groaned into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as we moved together in a rhythm.

I couldn’t believe he was holding back like this, playing the gentleman when I knew he wanted to play anything but.

His self-control was more impressive than his bank balance—and that was saying something.

Who knew billionaires could be such saints?

Most of them just bought their halos at auction.

But here was Matt, proving that some treasures couldn’t be bought, even with a platinum card.

The realization hit me like a Vegas jackpot, and before my brain could consult my mouth about the wisdom of emotional declarations during foreplay, the words came tumbling out. “I love you, Matt,” I breathed out, wondering if Hallmark made cards for Sorry I confessed my love while grinding on you .

His laughter was soft and warm. “I love you too, Andy,” he replied, his voice dripping with enough honey to put bee colonies out of business. “Everything about you—even that smart mouth that writes checks your sass can’t always cash.”

I laughed, but the sound quickly morphed into a drawn-out groan as he increased the pressure and pace of our friction-filled ballet. My toes curled deliciously as heat suffused every inch of my body. We were both panting now, our bodies slick with sweat as we chased our release.

Matt must have sensed how close I was because he tightened his grip around us both—a squeeze that promised ecstasy.

I clung to him, burying my face against the crook of his neck as my release crashed over me like a tidal wave.

My world narrowed to nothing but the feel of Matt against me and the sweet aftershocks rippling through my limbs.

Coming down from that high, I attempted my best disgruntled kitten glare—which, given my post-orgasmic state, probably had all the ferocity of a marshmallow.

“It’s so unfair,” I panted out, trying to sound annoyed but achieving the vocal equivalent of a happy puddle.

“What are you, some kind of orgasm ninja? Did you train in the mountains with tantric masters?”

His laughter filled the room like expensive champagne bubbles as he fixed those stormy steel-gray eyes on me—the kind that could probably make ATMs dispense money without a card.

“Let’s just say I’ve had more practice laps around this particular track,” he drawled, voice dripping with amusement.

“I’m not exactly fresh off the assembly line like some pretty young things I could mention. ”

“Oh, so that’s how we’re playing it, grandpa?

” The challenge lit me up faster than a Vegas billboard at sunset.

“Give me five minutes with nothing but my mouth,” I retorted with a grin that would make a shark nervous, “and I’ll have you forgetting your own net worth.

Age before beauty? More like beauty makes age irrelevant. ”