Page 216 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Solene

I instantly orgasm. The climax crashes over me.

My eyes roll back in my head. As the aftershocks pulse through me, he pulls me up, so I’m balanced on my arms and knees.

He reaches over to grab a condom from a drawer in the bedside table.

I hear the clink of his buckle, then the r-r-rip sound of his zipper being lowered. Then something blunt teases my opening.

I flinch. I can’t help it; it’s an involuntary reaction. Despite the fact he’s made me come, and I’ve felt his fingers inside me, it’s clear the size of what he intends to breach me with is… Much bigger. Broader. A trembling ladders up my spine.

He must sense my apprehension because he wraps his fingers about the nape my neck. "Shh, I promise I’ll make this so good for you, baby."

He bends over me, the edges of his zipper abrading my skin and sending more sensations pouring through my veins.

I grit my teeth against the pleasure that follows in its wake.

The cells of my body seem to be awakening, my brain cells firing non-stop at the onslaught of feelings that percolate through me.

When he increases his grip on my neck, some of the apprehensiveness fades away.

My body seems to recognize him, even as my mind and heart are trying to catch up.

Moisture pools between my legs, my inner walls preparing for his intrusion.

And when he skims his cock over my pussy-lips, the warmth in my lower-belly spills over.

With the fingers of his free hand, he strokes my clit, and all my nerve-endings seem to flare at once.

That’s when he breaches me. One minute I’m empty, the next, he’s there, pushing through the tightness.

I freeze; so does he. He stays there for a second, then another.

Tension rolls off of him. I sense his muscles coil, and his thighs that hold mine apart seem to turn to stone.

His fingers around my neck tighten around the front, constricting my breaths, until my lungs burn.

Then he circles my clit once, twice and plays with my pussy lips.

"Let me in, Rabbit." His breath curls around my ears, the tone of his voice reassuringly an order. A command. A directive that brooks no resistance. One that demands I obey. One my body wants to obey. I widen the space between my thighs, there’s a pinch of pain, and he powers through the barrier. His thickness stretches me, fills me, throbs against my inner walls. I’m so full, so crammed with him. I throw my head back and gasp.

"Breathe, baby," he growls.

I shiver. Goosebumps pepper my skin. More moisture bathes my insides as he stays where he is. He stays. And stays. Some of the tension leaks out of my body.

He pinches my clit. I gasp. He rubs against it, and that now familiar liquid heat rushes up my legs, my hips. That’s when he slips in another inch, and another. A groan rumbles up his chest, vibrating up my back at the same time.

My nipples grow so hard my breasts hurt. "They hurt, they hurt," I whine.

He releases his hold on my clit, only to weigh my tit in his palm. He squeezes my breast and another moan spills from my lips.

"So gorgeous, so beautiful." He licks the shell of my ear. I’d collapse if not for his hold on my neck. Plus, his cock is holding me up.

"You’re nothing like I imagined you’d grow up to be, Rabbit. You’re so much more, in every way."

His praise destroys any last doubts I might have had. I curve my spine and thrust out my butt. He slips in further.

"That feels so good," I murmur.

"It’ll feel even better once I’m in."

I pause. "Umm… you are in," I point out.

He laughs. "Not completely, baby."

"What?" I try to look over my shoulder, only his hold on my neck prevents the movement. "Are you joking?" I demand.

In reply, he pulls out of me, and in the next breath, he pumps his hips and sinks into me. He repeats the movement again and again. Each time, he slides in deeper and deeper. Each time he enters me, sensations blaze up my spine, fill my blood, go straight to my head.

All my attention is focused on where we are joined.

On how he holds me by my neck like I’m his.

His. Oh, god. I’m falling for him. Correction.

I’ve always been in love with him. I thought it was a childhood crush, that I didn’t know him well enough.

I still don’t know him well enough. But it doesn’t matter.

What the heart wants, and all that. Or as people in my country say, a colpo di fulmine.

A strike of lightning. That’s what I felt that night when I saw him.

I’ve been trying to deny it ever since, but given the emotions I’m experiencing, it’s clear I never got over him.

He pulls out of me again, this time, pausing at the rim of my entrance.

Then with a low growl, he thrusts forward, burying himself so deep inside me, his balls slap against my pussy.

I cry out, more from the shock of feeling him in a place which feels impossible for him to access, than from any pain.

I try to speak, but no words come out. All I can do is stay.

Stay. And take everything he’s pumping into me.

His chest rises and falls against my back. His grip on my neck seems to tighten even more, then he licks my cheek up to my temple before kissing it. "I’m going to fuck you now."

That’s all the warning I get before he begins to fuck me in earnest. In-out-in.

Each time he slams into me, my entire body moves forward.

The headboard slams into the wall. Something crashes off to the side.

Sweat beads my brow. My arms hurt with the effort of holding up my weight.

My thigh muscles scream at this new position I’ve assumed for too long.

Too much. How much more can I take? How much—oh, god!

Pleasure spirals up my body, turning everything it touches into golden sparks.

Flashes of lightning go off behind my eyes. I’m coming, coming.

"Wait for me." His voice anchors me, holds me, restrains me as he propels forward and into me one last time then, "Now. Come with me. Right-fucking-now."

That’s when I shatter. The orgasm seems to go on and on.

I’m aware of someone screaming— Is that me?

That doesn’t sound like me. That sounds like a woman who is at the very end of her pleasure-pain cycle, one who’s coming so violently she sounds more animal than human and— Oh, god it’s me.

It’s me. Then the pleasure crashes over me, and I give in to the tidal wave of feeling.

Something cold is pressed between my legs.

The sore feeling at my core abates somewhat.

I sigh. Then I’m turned over onto my front, and a soothing touch pats across my butt-cheeks.

There’s a slight stinging sensation, followed by relief.

My muscles relax. Any remaining tension fades from my shoulders.

My entire body feels like it’s turning into a gooey mess.

I burrow into the bedclothes, push my cheek into the pillow, which smells like dark chocolate and coffee.

So yummy. My stomach growls. I want to open my eyes, but my eyelids feel like they are weighted down.

I pillow my head in the softness and float off.

What seems like a few seconds later, I’m being shaken awake.

I open my eyes to find I’m still in bed, on my back.

Those aquamarine blue eyes hold mine. His hair is mussed, and a day's old growth shadows his chin.

I reach up and drag my palm against his whiskers.

The chafe of his stubble against my skin sends a sizzle of heat straight to my core.

I trail my fingers up to the lightning shaped scar over his forehead.

The skin around his eyes tightens, but he doesn’t pull away.

"You’re gorgeous," I say softly.

His lips quirk. "You’re still high on endorphins."

"Is that from the fucking?"

His brow draws down. "You need to be disciplined."

"Are you offering?"

He shakes his head. "I truly have created a monster."

"Are you going to fuck me again?"

"Are we going to talk about what happened first?"

I scowl. "Do we have to?"

He searches my features. "I took your virginity, Solene."

"Good. It was an inconvenience, and now I’m glad I don’t have to worry about it anymore. Also—" I rush to get the words out before he speaks, "Also, I wanted you to have it."

His eyes flash. "I’m your first, Solene. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

I swallow. "H-how?"

"It makes me want to tie you to this bed and not let you leave until I’ve fucked you over and over again. Until I’ve lost myself in you and imprinted the shape of my dick in between your legs, so with every step you take you remember me."

"Hmm." I fold my arms behind my neck. "What’s stopping you?"

He seems taken aback by my question, then a smirk curls his lips. "You’re a brat."

"And you like that."

He pauses, then nods slowly. "More than I expected.

" He says the words under his breath. It feels like he’s talking aloud to himself.

"I suspected you were a virgin, considering you were going into an arranged marriage. But the way you acted was at such odds with what your character should have been, I couldn’t be sure. "

I smile a little. "You liberated me, Declan. You took me out of there, and it’s giving me a chance to be myself again.

I can’t even begin to explain how free I feel now that I’m here.

" I glance around his massive bedroom, then back at him.

"And I don’t mean the money and the private jet and this amazing house and pool, although"—I waggle my eyebrows—"all that helps, too. "

"Definitely a brat." He snatches his shirt from the floor and hands it over. I shrug it on, then watch as he prowls over to his closet. He reappears a moment later, a pair of grey sweats in his hand. His chest is bare, the dents between his twelve-pack making me want to run my fingers over them to feel the steel under his gleaming skin. His biceps are thick enough to rival the size of my thighs, not that I’m skinny.

I am, by no means, curvy, but I also like my food and have never stopped myself from eating, so I’m definitely on the healthier side. But compared to this man, I'm half his size. His thigh muscles ripple and oh…

Between them, his massive cock juts up. He’s already erect?

Again? Is it possible for someone to recover that quickly?

Even with my limited knowledge of the male anatomy, I’m fairly certain men need time to recover between rounds.

But not Declan, apparently. I gulp. Also, there’s a flash of metal at the tip of his shaft.

“Is that—?” I point at his dick. “Is that your piercing?”

“If you’re referring to my Apadravya—”

“Your what?”

“My piercing.” He says patiently. “It’s called an Apadravya.”

I stare at the barbell like jewelry which passes vertically through the glans from top to bottom and wince. “I’d call it painful.”

“It was.” He shrugs.

“So why did you get it?”

“Because I could?”

I shake my head. “That’s not an answer.”

He squeezes his cock from base to head. “I got it because I wanted to prove to myself I could. I was tired of fighting for my roles in film. Tired of the constant rounds of auditions. Tired of feeling defensive because of my scar.”

I glance up at the silvery line on his forehead. “I’m sorr—”

“Don’t apologize.” He cuts his palm through the air. “I wanted to do something that made me feel in control.”

“So, you got a painful piercing.”

“Made me feel like a rockstar... Once the pain wore off. Also, it enhances sexual pleasure for the woman.” He smirks. “For both the front and rear entry.”

O-k-a-y. I widen my gaze. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice that earlier. Also, I have no idea how that... that monster cock of yours fit inside me.”

“That’s because you were too busy being fucked, baby.” His smirk widens.

The ego of this man. But considering the baseball bat-sized cock between his legs, it’s probably justified.

A cock whose length and girth I’ve felt intimately.

My inner-walls clench. I squeeze my thighs together, but he must notice the movement, for he smirks.

He stalks over to me, but before I can say another word, he’s bent and scooped me up in his arms.

I yelp. "Where are you taking me?"