Page 25 of The Billionaire’s Siren (S.E. Smith Signature Romance: Heart & Soul #1)

The elegant room looked vacant at first. The accent lights cast a soft golden light across the pristinely made bed. The hum of the environmental system, keeping the ambient temperature perfect for visitors.

His gaze swept the room. Dani’s beloved tool bag lay on the floor like a breadcrumb left for him.

His pulse sped up when he followed the other crumbs she had left. Clothes trailed across the carpet—jeans, a wrinkled t-shirt, a single sock.

He was almost to the in-suite bathroom when the door opened. Steam curled like mist around the vision emerging. Her slender form silhouetted by the bathroom light. His heart clenched when she paused in the doorway.

Dani.

She clutched a dark blue towel to her chest. Strands of her damp, auburn hair clung to her cheeks, vibrant and sensual, making him think she really was a mermaid come to life.

Her eyes widened the moment she saw him.

As her lips parted, he heard the soft catch in her breath, a delicate sound that spoke volumes of her emotions.

He didn’t move. Couldn’t.

The world stopped. He had dreamed of this moment for the past three weeks only to wake to the nightmare that she was gone. The damp towel slipped from her grasp, falling silently to the floor. His gaze devoured every inch of her, lingering on the curve of her lips before traveling down her body.

In the space of a heartbeat, she closed the distance. Her hands flew to his face, her fingers cupping his cheeks as her lips crashed against his.

She kissed him like a woman surfacing after being lost at sea— gasping, desperate, alive. Like he was the last breath she needed to live.

Alexandros groaned, catching her waist as he stumbled back. Her mouth moved against his with wild, desperate hunger, all teeth and gasps and tears.

Her hands tore at his suit jacket, yanking it off his shoulders.

She pulled his linen shirt from his trousers and pushed it up, her hands sliding under it to caress his heated flesh.

He pulled at his shirt with one hand, impatiently ripping the buttons off so he could shrug out of it.

Nothing else existed—only the feel of her skin against his.

She tasted like warm honey and tears and every dream he’d ever denied himself.

He toed off his shoes, kicking them to the side. Dani had unfastened his belt, trousers, and zipper. Her hands pushed down on his boxers and trousers until they slid to his ankles.

He fell back onto the bed with a curse, his breath hissing out of him as she climbed up on top of him and straddled his waist. Her eyes were glazed with emotion.

He tried to speak. To ask her why. Where she had been. If she was okay.

If she was staying.

His questions died unspoken as she silenced him, her lips finding his in a kiss that stole his breath away.

This kiss was rougher, deeper, a desperate collision of lips and breath, tasting of urgency and longing—pain and hope.

Her hands, calloused yet soft, braced against the firm muscles of his chest even as her thighs tightened around his hips.

She lifted her body, reaching down between them to wrap her hand around his throbbing shaft. She guided him with trembling fingers, and with a long, aching moan… she took him in.

Fully. Completely. Without hesitation.

Impaling herself while arching her back and throwing her head back, thrusting her breasts forward with a long moan of need and pleasure.

Alexandros gasped, his hands clutching her hips as her body trembled above his. Her head dropped forward, her forehead resting against his as her breath came in soft, broken pants. She began to move, rising and falling on him in deep, desperate strokes, as if she was afraid he would disappear.

He kept one hand on her hip and reached up to thread his hand through her hair with the other.

He kissed, slowing her movements because he knew he wouldn’t last. He slowed their frenzied pace, drawing it out, calming her wild emotions.

He wanted to show her with every touch that she was safe now. That she was his.

“I need you,” Dani whispered, the words breaking in half. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“You have me, Dani. I won’t let you go. Never again, agápi mou. You are my love.” He kissed her. “ Psíchi mou. My soul.” His lips captured hers again. “ Kardiá mou. My heart, Danika. Always and forever.”

“I can’t lose you. Not like-like?—”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and she kissed him again as if she were terrified of losing him. He kicked off his trousers that were still wrapped around his ankles, knowing that Dani didn’t need slow and gentle right now.

She moved against him with a rhythm born of longing and agony, her nails digging into his shoulders, her voice a soft, breathy sob against his skin.

Each movement shattered him. Rebuilt him.

Every part of him ached with the need to protect her, to never let her go again.

He whispered her name. Over and over.

Like a vow.

Like a prayer.

And when she cried out his name, her body shuddering in release, he held her tightly before rolling them over until she was under him.

Only then did he release his tight grip on his control and give in to his own fear and desperate need.

He held her tight, his breaths coming in deep gasps as he took her until he swore he could feel the tip of his cock brush her womb.

Sweat beaded on his brow and he gritted his teeth, groaning loudly through them as he found his peace.

Hot jets of his seed pulsed deep into Dani, marking her, sealing their fates. She was his—now and forever.

He released a hoarse, fierce cry. His body trembled with the force of his release.

“You’re mine,” he breathed, fierce and unyielding. “No more running. Not from me. Never again.”