Page 22 of The Billionaire’s Siren (S.E. Smith Signature Romance: Heart & Soul #1)

He leaned in until his lips brushed her ear and released a moan when her hands slipped down to the fastening of his trousers. She wasn’t going to make this easy for him.

When has she? he mused before all reasonable, rational thought flew from his mind.

His lips covered hers with a sense of desperation when she tugged down his zipper and slid her hand under his boxers to wrap her hand around him.

His hips jerked forward when she began her sensual caress, sliding up and down his shaft, exploring him with a reverence that scorched him.

Nothing had ever undone him like this—like Dani. It was as if all of his nerve endings were alive. Every breath that brushed his skin, every caress sent small electrical microbursts through him. From her wild cries, Dani was experiencing the same reaction.

She gave him a brave, wobbly smile. “Love me.”

Her two words hit him like a strike to the chest—raw, undeniable.

He captured her lips—not with hunger, not with desperation, but with devotion. His lips moved slowly, savoring hers, coaxing her open, letting her feel every ounce of the emotion he hadn’t dared speak aloud.

She arched into him, her hands sliding up his back. Her fingertips explored the muscles there as if she was memorizing every inch. Her sigh was soft, a melody of surrender and wonder, and it made his pulse roar.

He kissed her throat, the hollow beneath her ear, and the sweet curve of her jaw.

His hand slid across her bare skin, brushing a delicate path to her stomach.

He rose far enough to strip the rest of his clothes off.

Dani sat up, reaching for him. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips with a wry smile and a shake of his head.

“Right now, it has to be all about your pleasure,” he said.

Confusion darkened her eyes. “Why?”

“Because I won’t last long if you keep touching me. Give me this. I… need to love you. You can have your wicked way with me afterwards, I promise.”

She wriggled slightly, shrugging off her torn blouse and bra before she reached up and pulled the band from the end of her braid. She ran her fingers through her hair, loosening it before she laid back and lifted her hips in invitation.

He reached down, pulling her skirt and panties off. Standing back, he caught his first, full sight of her naked on his bed, her dark auburn hair spread across his pillows like he had dreamed about, her arms above her head, and her eyes beckoning him like a siren.

“Se thélo me káthe kommáti tis psychís mou,” he whispered, reverence in his voice. “I want you with every piece of my soul.”

Her breath hitched. “Well, you’d better hurry, because I’m not sure how long I can keep my hands off you.”

He gave a low, rough laugh. “I’m going to take my time,” he teased, crawling over her to press a kiss to her shoulder.

“Because you deserve everything, Dani. And I’m going to give it to you.

Until you scream my name.” He kissed her behind her ear, lowering his body so she could feel how aroused he was. “Over and over.”

She blushed. God, it was adorable.

Her fingers tightened around his forearm. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow gasps, her skin flushed from her collarbones to her cheeks as he lowered his mouth and pressed a kiss over her heart before teasing each nipple until they were taut pebbles.

She moaned—soft, shocked.

It almost undid him.

With aching restraint, he kissed his way down her ribs, pausing at the scar on her side where Zayan had stabbed her. He ran his lips along it.

A shudder ran through her, and she arched into him, threading her fingers through his hair.

“Not yet. Don’t touch me… yet, kardiá mou ,” he instructed hoarsely.

“But… I want you!”

“Soon, agápi mou . You must come first,” he promised.

He slid down her hips, kissing each newly revealed inch as she lay bare before him. Her thighs trembled, her eyes dark with desire and frustration at the building tension.

He was painfully conscious of how close he was to losing control—but he had to make this perfect. This wasn’t just about lust. This was about everything he hadn’t said yet.

Sliding his hands under her thighs, he lifted her hips. Before she could question what he was doing, he revealed her sweet nub and feasted. Her breathless cries filled his soul with pleasure. She twisted and turned, fighting the intense sensations ricocheting through her body while marveling at it.

“Alexandros!” she wailed, her body bucking as he tortured her engorged clitoris.

Her breathing became more erratic as he brushed his tongue over her and sucked.

His grip on her thighs tightened when she began to tremble uncontrollably, and he knew she was about to come.

Her body bowed, her heels pressed into his lower back, and her thighs clamped around his head as she came in one long, delicious orgasm.

Her fingers clutched the bedsheets until her knuckles were white. A soft whimper escaped her lips as he pulled away. She would have to wait to explore his body. He knew he wouldn’t last if she touched him.

Rising over her, he settled between her legs, skin to skin, their bodies lined up like puzzle pieces that had waited too long to be joined, he held himself still—just barely resting against her heat.

“Dani.” His voice was rough. “It might hurt for a moment, but I swear—I’ll go slow. Just breathe with me. Trust me, kardiá mou .”

She nodded, eyes luminous.

“I trust you,” she whispered. “I want this with you, Alexandros.”

He bit back a groan. “ S’agapó , Dani. I love you, kardiá mou .”

He kissed her again—slowly and deeply—as he pressed forward.

He moved carefully, filling her, giving her time, giving himself time, though every cell in his body screamed for more. He forced himself to breathe when he felt the thin barrier. His body trembled when Dani shifted her hips, pressing him deeper.

“Ah, Dani. Ah, moro mou. ”

He groaned as her body adjusted around him. Fully. Possessed. He drew a ragged breath. Home.

She was tight, slick, warm, and clenching around him like she’d been made for no one else. He held still, shaking with the effort, every muscle taut with restraint.

She breathed against his throat.

One breath.

Then another .

He whispered to her softly—Greek endearments, sweet nonsense, anything to soothe her.

When she finally relaxed, he began to move.

Slowly at first. Testing. Easing her into the rhythm.

She gasped. Then moaned.

Her hips shifted to meet his.

He nearly lost it right then and there.

“Dani,” he choked. “You feel like heaven.”

She clung to him. Her eyes glazed with pleasure. “Don’t stop. Please, whatever you do, don’t stop.”

He didn’t—couldn’t even if he wanted to. He was beyond all rational thought. His focus was centered on the woman in his arms, the sounds of her breathless moans, the pleasure enveloping them.

Their rhythm built—gentle, then urgent. Moans turned into cries. Touches turned into grasps. Love whispered itself between kisses, between thrusts. Not spoken aloud, but felt in every touch, every sigh, every shuddering breath.

When she climaxed again, it was fierce, breathtaking—beautiful. The heat exploded through Alexandros like a star going nova. He knew it would be powerful, knew it would shake him—but he wasn’t prepared for the way it shattered him completely.

Minutes afterwards, his body still shuddered with the aftermath of his release. His cock still hard, throbbing against Dani’s silken channel. He held her tightly, stroking her hair, their bodies tangled in a sheen of sweat and moonlight.

She nestled against him, sated and safe.

“I love you, Danika. I love you with every fiber of my being,” he whispered, burying his face in her hair.

She didn’t answer.

But her hand curled against his chest, right over his heart.

And that was enough—for now.