Page 20 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Isla

He kisses me again. He nibbles on my lower lip, sucks on my tongue, and once more, that drugged sensation overcomes me.

My limbs seem unable to hold up my weight, and I sink further into the mattress.

He draws circles around my clit, then drags those magic fingers down to my slit.

My already sensitized nerve endings spark.

Moisture baths my core. He scoops it up, then smears it between my arse cheeks.

A shiver runs up my spine. He brushes my hair to one side, then kisses the nape of my neck.

A languorous sensation bleeds through my veins.

He nibbles kisses down my spine. All of my muscles liquify.

That’s when he slides a finger inside me.

I stiffen. He straightens and presses his cheek to mine. "Trust me, Isla."

In this, I can.

One-by-one, from thigh to shoulder, I allow my muscles to unwind.

"Good girl."

A blush sweeps my cheeks. When he praises me like this, it feels like everything is right with the world.

With me. He adds a second finger, and I push back and into him.

He brings his other hand up to toy with my nipple.

He cups my breast, massages it, and a low moan slips from my mouth.

That languorous sensation spreads to my extremities.

My entire body is one melting blob. At this rate, I’m going to sink through the bed, and he’s going to have to scoop me off the floor.

Reduced to droplets of lust by the lion-eyed alpha. A snort escapes me.

"What’s so funny?" I sense him smile.

"Nothing." Even my voice comes out slow, lazy.

He pulls out his fingers, and I feel the loss at once. I open my mouth to protest, but he’s already replaced it with something bigger and much wider. He nudges my opening.

"Relax, baby." He slides his hand around to play with my pussy lips.

He rubs my clit, and the friction is sooo good.

Goosebumps pepper my skin. I slip my knees wider apart, and he slides inside.

He bends over me, the heat of his body a furnace against my back.

He rubs his fingers down my slit, and...

What witchcraft is this? My entire body quivers.

Vibrations radiate out from the point of contact.

My arms and legs tremble. A whine spills from my lips, and he slides in.

Too big, too much. He has me spread out around his cock, pinned to the bed with his monster shaft.

It’s unlike any sensation I’ve felt before.

It’s different, and so forbidden, and so very hot.

I can’t explain it. Can’t speak. I simply shudder, trying to process the different feelings coursing through my body.

As if he feels my conflicting emotions, he presses his cheek to mine again. "You’re so fucking amazing baby. You feel so good. So tight. You’re rocking my world, LadyBird. How did I survive this long without you?"

A glow cocoons me. His words. Why do they mean so much?

Why does everything inside me respond to his voice?

His touch. The feel of his skin against mine.

He rains kisses on the edge of my mouth, my cheek, on the sensitive skin behind my ear.

He nips at the curve of where my shoulder meets my neck, and I clamp down on his cock.

"Jesus, Isla," his voice is strained. "I need to move, baby, is that okay?"

I nod.

"Good girl. I’m never going to be same again."

Huh? What does he mean by that?

Before I can ask, he’s plunging in and out of me.

Each time he bottoms out inside me, my entire body shudders.

Sweat slides down the valley between my breasts.

I bury my fingers in the blankets and hold on as he fucks me.

The trembling tightens into a ball at the base of my spine that curves in on itself.

The next time he buries himself in me, I cry out.

The climax slices through me, taking me by surprise.

The orgasm carries me high, higher than I’ve ever been.

I’m dimly aware of his low shout, then he comes inside me.

He lowers his weight to mine, pinning me to the bed.

For a few seconds, we stay that way. His heart jackhammers in his ribcage, mirroring the frantic fluttering of mine.

I turn my head and nuzzle his shoulder, drawing that dark, spicy scent of him inside my lungs.

My insides quiver, and my core clenches again.

It’s crazy how just smelling him turns me on so much.

"Me, too," he murmurs against my hair as if he heard me. It’s uncanny how he seems to sense my thoughts even before I do myself.

He slides to the side and pulls me on top. Against my hip, I feel the length of his cock throb again. When I place my chin on his chest and glance up at him, he chuckles. "Seems when it comes to you, I’m insatiable."

"Me, too," I echo his earlier words.

His gaze softens. He frames my face, then pulls me in for a kiss. "We need a shower."

My heart stutters. I shake my head. "Not yet." I pretend to yawn. "I need my rest first." I pillow my cheek on his chest and close my eyes.

He hesitates, then closes his arms about me.

In a few minutes, his breathing deepens.

I stay still until his body twitches, indicating he’s slipped into deeper sleep.

Then another half an hour or so, until his heartbeat has slowed down and his muscles have relaxed one by one.

I slide out of his embrace, then off the bed.

I glance around and realize my clothes are scattered in and around the swimming pool.

I walk into his bathroom, pull on a bathrobe, then head toward my room.

Once there, I pick up my phone and dial Zara’s number.

She answers on the second ring. "Everything okay?"

"I need your help."