Page 489 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Mira

That’s all the warning I get before he kicks his hips forward and impales me.

I'm so wet, he slides right in and hits that hidden heart of me deep inside. My breath whooshes out, and a groan boils up. He stays embedded in me, his cock throbbing, pushing against my inner walls. In this position, I am spread open and at his mercy. I can’t see him, but I can feel the heat of his body as he looms over me.

I feel the thickness of his thighs digging into mine.

I feel the bones of his hips pressing into mine.

I can sense his massive chest poised over my body like a bird of prey, a beast ready to break me.

"Eddie, please," I pant. Not sure what I’m asking for, only knowing I need more, so much more.

He presses his finger into my lower lip. "Open."

I do.

The next second he tears off my blindfold.

I blink as he comes into focus. His golden eyes are almost silver with lust, his jaw hard, a fierceness to his features as he scans mine.

"I want you to see this." He spits into my mouth, and I almost come undone.

No, this is disgusting. How could he do this?

He notches his knuckles under my jaw and pushes up. I close my mouth.

"Swallow."

I do.

"Good girl."

Oh, shit. My pussy squeezes down on his cock; my nipples are so hard, they ache. Sparks zip down my body to knot with the tension at the base of my spine.

"You take everything I give you so beautifully," he growls.

I can’t take my gaze off of him. Can’t move, can’t breathe.

Pinned to the bed with his monster cock inside me, I can merely look into his eyes.

See the silver-gold flares that light up deep inside.

See his soul—scarred and broken and knitting itself back together.

Because of me. A thrill of power barrels through my veins.

I squeeze my inner walls again and am rewarded by the undulation of his muscles.

He may have me tied down, but I have him at my mercy.

He reads the expression on my face, for a cunning look comes into his eyes. He pinches my nipple, turning it to the side with such suddenness, my breath catches. A blast of pain squeals down my body. Sweat slicks the space between my breasts, and I pant. So does he.

"Fuck!" He grits his teeth, then pulls out and stays poised at my opening. This time, when he slams into me, the entire bed jolts. He throbs inside of me, then pulls out again and thrusts into me. And again. As much as he’s denied me an orgasm so far, something inside him seems to have tipped over the edge.

And oh, my god, am I glad to be at the receiving end of all that intensity.

That restrained violence. That passion that clings to every angle of his body.

He picks up even more speed, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the space.

I am dripping, probably making a mess on the bedspread.

The evidence is in the embarrassing sucking sound that sputters though the air every time he pulls back.

It seems to urge him on, for he slaps both hands down on either side of my head, kicks his hips forward and drills into me.

He stays there, still looking deep into my eyes.

The world retreats. Everything stops, but for his gaze that holds me in thrall, and his cock that pegs me in place.

"Eddie, I love you."

He pulls back, and the next time he thrusts into me, the orgasm barrels up my body. "Come for me, Belle," he growls.

And I do. I ride the climax, all the way to the top, and when it breaks, I cry out. I hear him groan as he follows me over into the abyss. As the darkness subsides, and I open my eyes, I find I’ve been untied. He’s rubbing a flowery ointment into my skin. I try to move, and my entire body protests.

"Stay still." He places his big palm between my breasts, and the weight of it is calming. I close my eyes and follow the gentle touch of his fingers over my ankles, my thighs, my wrists, and around my breasts.

Then he pulls the cover over me, turns me on my side and spoons me.

I’m instantly in heaven. Am I smiling? Yes, my lips are curved.

He wraps his arm about my waist, pulls me in and fits his knee into the space between mine.

The heat of his body drugs me and pulls me down. I allow myself to float away.

When I wake, silvery light shines through the skylight and from the windows.

The sight of the sea stretching out with the pink streaks of dawn on the horizon stops me.

I take in the awe-inspiring sight, then pause.

I’m in bed alone. I sit up, look around, and spy the open door to the bathroom. The sound of running water reaches me.

I slip out of bed, then wince as my muscles protest. Every step I take warns me of how sore I am in between my legs.

I increase my speed, reach the bathroom and slip in.

Steam fills the space, and beyond the fogged walls of the shower cubicle, I make out Edward with his back to me, head thrown back, as the water pours over him.

Tall and broad, he could be carved out of stone.

My belly clenches, and the honey of desire oozes through my veins.

I walk across the bathroom floor, open the cubicle of the shower and slip in.

The steam wafts aside, and I spot scars crisscrossing his back.

Pain squeezes my chest. I must make a noise, for he looks over his shoulder.

His gaze widens, then that stony countenance drops over his features. "What are you doing here?"