Page 257 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Solene

I hear him bark out a laugh and I crack my eyes open. OMG! Did he just…? "Did you just laugh?"

"Apparently, I did."

He seems as surprised as I am.

"Was what I said funny?" I manage to force out the words, then spoil the effect with such a loud yawn, my jaw cracks.

"You’re incredible, you know that?" he says in a soft voice.

I snuggle into his chest, enjoying the scent of him that curls around me.

Loving the fact that we’re both naked and in bed together.

In his bed together. Reveling in how his gaze is fixed on my features.

How, with his tousled hair and his relaxed jaw, he seems so much more like the man I first met. "You’re gorgeous," I murmur.

"And you’re exquisite."

I raise my hand and cup his cheek. "I like you like this."

"Like what?" His tone is amused.

"All sprawled out in bed like a big lion that’s replete and has—"

"Fucked his mate?"

I blink, a blush crawling up my face. Madonna Mia, why does that sound so hot to me?

"Am I your mate, or is that the power of the anal speaking?"

He blinks, then throws his head back and roars with laughter.

OMG, the sight of Declan Beauchamp, the hottest commodity in Hollywood, the alpha male every woman wants in her bed, guffawing aloud with laughter, with his features alight with mirth, and his massive shoulder muscles bunching, and his chiseled chest planes heaving as he laughs and laughs, is a sight I’ll carry around in my head forever.

"Umm, was it that funny?"

"It was on the head… of the butt plug, no less."

"Har, har," I deadpan.

"You’re a fucking delight, baby." He pulls me closer. "How did I survive all this time without you?"

"Very well, apparently, given your plan for world domination."

He scowls. "You make me sound like a Bond villain."

I raise a shoulder. "You did manage to play him well in your last movie."

"Touché." He cups my cheek. "Having you in my arms makes everything else pale in comparison."

"A-n-d, another confession." I place the back of my hand on his forehead. "You’re not running a temperature. It’s definitely the power of anal which has loosened your tongue."

I lower my hand, but he captures it and brings it to his mouth, kissing the ring on my finger.

"Your every hole has so much power over me, baby. Your every glance fells me. Your scent laces my dreams. The touch of your body is a yearning that pulses through my every waking moment. It’s your body, of course, which holds me captive.

But it’s your ability to give, your wholeness, your willingness to try new things, your generosity of spirit, your artistic expression that comes through in your words, your voice that soars on the wings of angels…

It’s all of you that entraps me… Willingly. ”

Tears prick the backs of my eyes. My heart flutters in my chest like a caged dragonfly. "And now I realize why you’re so powerful on screen. When you tap into that part of you that connects to your emotions, it’s everything."

A teardrop rolls down my cheek. He dips his head and licks it off. "Sweet, always sweet. Everything about you is like nectar on my tongue."

"Now that’s an exaggeration," I scoff.

"Don’t believe me?"

I shake my head, then scream when he tosses me on my back and climbs in between my legs. He slides down until his head is poised over my melting core.

"Ready, baby?"

"F-f-for what?" I swallow.

"For your pretty pink pussy to be consumed by me?"

My core clenches. I’m not ashamed to say my arousal pitches through the roof. That tell-tale fire sparks low in my belly. I try to close my legs but end up pushing into the sides of his biceps, for he’s planted those broad shoulders between my knees.

"And if I say no?" I whisper.

"Oh, sorry; did that sound like a question?" His cold blue eyes spark, then he bends and licks me from puckered hole to slit, in one long, smooth swipe.

"Oh, god!" My eyes roll back in my head.

I dig my fingers into his hair and tug. A growl rumbles from his mouth and across my pussy.

My core shivers. I feel a fat trail of cum squeezes out from between my thighs.

He licks it up, then begins to eat me out in earnest. He flattens his tongue up my pussy lips, again and again, then circles my clit. "Declan!" I scream.

Another rumble of sound emerges from him, this time, one of satisfaction and greed.

So much greed. It chafes across my nerve endings, and my brain cells seem to melt.

He hooks his arms under my knees, pulls me up, tilts me to the side, arranging me just so, and then he stabs his tongue inside my pussy.

In-out-in. My entire body jolts. I writhe around, trying to pull away, then push up, trying to ride his tongue, wanting him to fill that emptiness that rolls about inside me, needing him to put me out of my misery, to quench this hunger that squirms inside of me.

"Please, please, Declan," I beseech him to take me to the edge and push me over so I can soar and fly and find that glimmer of brightness over the horizon that beckons to me. That calls to me. That— I gasp when he fondles the rosette between my butt cheeks, then moan when he slips his thumb inside, only to screech when he bites down on my clit. He tugs on the engorged nub, and sparks of sensation ricochet up my spine and flare behind my eyes. My orgasm sweeps up from my toes, swirls about my hips then roars over me. That’s when he pulls back and replaces his tongue with something bigger, more blunt, heavier, thicker… Everything I wanted.

"Look at me."

I raise my heavy eyelids, and his deep blue gaze instantly holds mine.

He looks deeply into my eyes, and I swear, I come right then.

The intensity with which he holds my gaze, the way he plants his elbows on either side of me, looming over me, bracketing me with his heat, pinning me to the bed with his cock, which throbs and extends and grows impossibly big inside me, turns me into a squirming, melting, liquefying mass of need.

It grows bigger in my belly, until it fills my chest, my throat, extends to my extremities.

Until I’m one throbbing mass of sensations.

And yet, he stays there, poised at the rim of my slit, holding me down with the sheer force of his presence.

Then he propels his hips forward and slams into me in one smooth stroke.

My entire body jolts, and my back curves.

I thrust my breasts up, and he locks his lips around my nipple.

He tugs on it, bites down on it, causing a thousand fires to arrow down to my clit.

Every part of me he touches seems calculated to rouse me even more, spiraling my need higher.

He pulls out, then thrusts forward and into me with enough force that the headboard slams into the wall.

I dig my heels into his back, throw my arms about his neck and hold him close enough that the bam-bam-bam of his heart mirrors the sped-up beats of mine.

He raises his head and holds my gaze again.

His blue eyes deepen in color to the indigo that I associate with him.

His features are flushed, his jaw tight.

Sweat beads his gorgeous shoulders from the effort of fucking me.

A physical reminder of just how hard he’s taking me, and that turns me on even more.

I squeeze my inner muscles, and his cock seems to push back.

It thickens further, crowding against my inner walls.

It’s as if we’re engaged in a silent struggle, the result of which will decide if I’ve been subsumed by him.

And I don’t want to give in. If I do, I’ll lose the part of me I’ve held onto all my life.

The part that kept me going all those years when my brother and mother insisted my future role was that of the dutiful Mafia wife.

When I agree, on the face of it, appeared docile and unthreatening, only to write out my thoughts and my frustrations into words.

The very words which are now recognized by the world.

They sensed who I was inside. A girl who yearned for approval. A woman who wanted to be everything for her man. Who'd satisfy him, while finding herself through him. Who'd hold the power, yet willingly hand it over when he commanded me to.

He must sense my internal struggle, for he slows. He pulls out, and this time, sinks inside me inch by inch, forcing me to feel every ridge, every pulsing vein that graces his cock. I want to… Need to let go and yet…

I can’t. I can’t. I yank on his hair, and his shoulders seem to grow larger. His jaw tics. His chest muscles swell. He grabs my arm and twists it over my head, then the other. He shackles my wrists with one large hand, then peers into my face and growls, "You’re going to come with me."

"No." I shake my head. "No, no, no."

"Yes, Rabbit."

He begins to pound into me. Slamming into me, pulling out, thrusting into me at just the right angle so his pelvic bone hits my clit. He slides his hand between us, circles the part where he’s joined with me. "You. Are. Going. To. Come."

"No," I pant, my resolve melting inside me. The hardness I gathered, somewhere along the way as a defense against what my family wanted from me, begins to melt. He’s not the only one who changed since that day we met on the beach. I had to. I just hadn’t realized it.

Not until now. Not until the sweat slides down his temple, clings to his chin then plops down on my cheek.

Not until he squeezes his finger inside my channel.

I open my mouth to groan, but no sound comes out.

The unbearable pressure of having his thick digit and even thicker cock inside me at the same time…

is a kind of fullness I never imagined possible.

He releases his hold on my wrists, then shoves his large palm under my butt, and when he slips it between my butt cheeks, I moan.

Too much. Too full. Even more than when he’d fucked my back hole. "Declan," I gasp.

"Come with me, baby. Come right now."

Holding my gaze, he pulls out, and this time, when he propels into me, he brushes my cervix, and I shatter.

The climax sweeps through me. I’m aware of someone screaming; I know it’s me.

But it’s as if I’m floating above my body, watching his shoulders pull back, then release, and again, as he buries himself inside me.

Then, just like that, I’m back in my body.

Shudders grip me. I slump into the bed as he continues to fuck me through the aftershocks.

Then his gaze narrows, the blue of his irises dilating until there’s only a ring of indigo around the circumference, his big body shudders, and his features contort.

He lowers his head, buries his teeth in my neck, and with a groan, empties himself inside me.