Page 9 of Forever His Favorite (Possessive Billionaires, Precious Sweethearts #3)

The angle left her utterly vulnerable, every sensation amplified. His thick fingers stretched her, filling her with relentless pressure. Her body shook with each deep thrust, every stroke punishing and possessive. Her slickness coated his touch, proof of how much he unraveled her.

“Twenty-three…” she breathed out in a broken whisper, her lashes squeezing shut as pleasure and pain tangled until her nerves felt aflame.

Sebastian gripped one of her thighs and lowered it, placing it on the ground. The position spread her wider, exposing her completely. His hand returned to her chest, pinching her swollen nipple while his other hand slid down between her trembling thighs.

“You’re soaking for me,” he whispered against her ear, his tongue tracing the sensitive shell before flicking over the lobe.

Emily clenched her teeth, her body straining between the sweet torment and the edge of release.

“Your fingers…” she croaked softly, resting her forehead against the glass, her hardened peaks pressed to the cool surface. “Please… move… a little more…”

Sebastian’s hand remained merciless. Two fingers circled her clit, stroking in slow motions—just enough to ignite fire through her body, but never enough to grant her the release she craved. Pleasure coiled sharp and tight, only to be denied at the very edge.

“Nnnhhh…!” Emily cried out as another trembling wave shook her, her body convulsing against the torment.

“Should I start from one again, baby?” Sebastian’s voice was a husky growl in her ear, rough with possession.

“Twenty-four!” she gasped out quickly, the word tumbling from her lips in fear of his threat.

A wicked smirk tugged at his mouth.

With sudden force, he spread her legs wide and shifted her, pressing her against the glass until her body arched outward, fully displayed.

Dropping to his knees, he buried his face between her thighs.

His tongue swept over her folds, his nose pressed against her sensitive bud as he devoured her without restraint.

“Ahhh—Sebastian…!” Emily cried, her back arching away from the window.

But his grip was iron, holding her in place while his mouth consumed her.

His lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard before his tongue flicked in relentless strokes, alternating between tender licks and rough pulls that made her body writhe.

Her release tore through her, leaving her gasping, her words barely coherent. “…twenty-five…” she whispered, trembling as her thighs clenched around his head.

He didn’t stop. His tongue slid lower while his hand explored further, two thick fingers pressing into her from, filling her and curving deep inside. At the same time, his teeth grazed her swollen peak, sending her spiraling again.

“Twenty-six…” Her voice shook, almost breaking, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Her gaze dropped to him, and what she saw stole her breath—Sebastian’s stormy eyes fixed on her core, his mouth feasting on her as though he would never let her go, his hunger shameless and unrelenting.

“Twenty-seven,” she gasped again, her voice faint, her body quivering as another climax rolled through her.

Suddenly, he surged to his feet, flipping her with a rough strength. In the next heartbeat, he drove into her, his thick length plunging deep, striking the spot inside her that shattered her into pieces.

Emily’s eyes rolled back, a scream tearing from her lips as her nails raked helplessly at the cold glass.

“Twenty-eight,” she sobbed, her body convulsing around him.

Sebastian’s arm wrapped firmly around her waist, hauling her higher. One hand pressed against her lower stomach, keeping her suspended as he thrust harder, deeper, every stroke shaking her to the core.

“Ohhh—ahhh!” Her voice broke as the pleasure came in waves too quick to escape. Each thrust pushed her into another, her body helpless.

He changed positions, changed his touch, his lips, his tongue, his hands—driving her body past every limit. She counted breathlessly, her voice weak and trembling as the numbers climbed into the thirties… then forties.

By the time he paused, Emily was limp, her body burning and oversensitive, her skin marked with his kisses, his teeth, his hands. Her peaks throbbed with a raw ache, her body spent from the relentless storm of pleasure he had unleashed.

At last, he pulled her against his chest, his powerful frame a fortress around her trembling one. She curled into him instinctively, her cheek against the solid warmth of his heart.

***

The cab rolled to a stop in front of a towering glass skyscraper that clawed at the clouds above.

Emily stepped out, her heels striking the pavement with a sharp click that echoed in her ears louder than it should have.

Phone in hand, she glanced down at the glowing screen, the address bright against the shine of the morning.

Her eyes lifted—and froze.

‘Empire Group Headquarters’

The letters stared down at her, carved into the skyscraper itself. Her chest cinched so tight she almost forgot how to breathe, her heart skipping before slamming against her ribs in wild, uneven beats.

She fumbled with her phone, yanking up Jacob’s message. She scanned the text once, twice, three times, her mind refusing to believe what her eyes confirmed.

Slowly, stiffly, she dragged her gaze back to the towering monument of glass and steel. At the base, a massive slab of black stone gleamed under the lights, its polished surface reflecting the sun. The company’s name was carved deep into it, the address etched neatly beneath.

Exactly the same.

Shock swelled in her chest. ‘This can’t be right.’

Her body resisted, caught between disbelief and dread, but her throat worked as she swallowed hard and forced her legs forward. One step. Another. The glass doors loomed closer, swallowing her reflection whole as they parted soundlessly at her approach.