Page 52 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)
His magnetism manifests again with the fiery passion of our kiss.
Demanding and commanding. I feel the ferocity of his passion as it builds into his thunder.
His fingers pry my arms free, and he pulls them over my head.
When he lifts his face, I relinquish his tongue and see that his eyes hold raw thunder now.
The dangerous kind. The kind he can't control.
He holds both of my hands in one while he takes the bed curtain and ties me.
He doesn't ask permission. We both know this time he will take what he wants and how he wants it.
He states, "You are mine." His mouth mauls my cheek, my ear, my neck as he nuzzles, trying not to lose control but failing. "You are staying with me."
More mauling. More nuzzling. Humming.
"Always. I will never let you go!"
His mouth moves down my neck to my shoulder, and he places little nibbles, then full mouth sucking as if he truly wants to devour me.
His pure passion touches that wild thing inside me, and she roars, wanting him badly!
Needing him the way he needs me. When he says it out loud, I almost cry out with happiness.
"You are what I need, Siri. I can't live without you. I won't live without you."
His mouth finds my breasts, and his mauling turns into sweet, gentle kisses. The change drives me wild! I want to scream the words "FUCK ME TO HEAVEN," but I don't. I understand his need to conquer. His need to dominate. His need to be my hero. To be my everything.
"I will always love you and only you." He nips my nipples, going from one to the other, then he plays with the areola, licking and sucking. I try not to arch my back, but I can't help it. He is driving me wild, and he wants too.
He squeezes my tits together, so the nipples are close, and he puts them both in his mouth. OH, MY FUCKING GOLDEN GOD! I throw my face sideways to my arm, trying to maintain control of myself.
"I'm going to tame your tail tonight, Wild Thang. I'm going to make you come undone."
Holy Hell! The thought is almost enough to push me there.
His mauling begins again as he travels down the side of my waist while his hand continues to massage my tit and tease my nipple. Goosebumps pop out everywhere. I want to buck but fight not to. What little control he has will be lost, and he isn't ready to take me yet. He isn't ready to tell me yet.
With his free hand, he twists and twirls, pinches and pulls my hair, my ear, my skin, my nipples, my nose, making me crinkle it and smile.
His mouth covers mine and wipes the smile away.
Controlling and competent, he dominates every part of me, driving my consciousness to the place deep inside where my wildness lives.
His mouth begins to maul down between my breasts.
The sucking sensation combined with his heavy breathing makes me moan. I want his cock so bad!
His mouth eats that small amount of extra weight, the soft flesh that most women carry around the navel.
My pussy gushes with the love he is showing me.
His hands hook my hips and stretch me. My arms are pulled so tight.
I can't move my head from side to side. They pin my face to look only up at Heaven.
He straddles my legs and pins them closed.
I'm held prisoner to his love, and he does give me all his love. His hands run over my body. His nimble fingers stroke, rub, massage, tease, pinch and pull until my skin is singing her own song. Then his mouth tastes and tortures every inch of my body.
When he finishes with the front side, he flips me over and starts the same process—mauling my back, my waist, my ass, then my toes and feet, up the inside of my legs, back to my ass.
When he flips me back over, he crawls up, so his face is inches from mine. I see the dark desire there, and my wildness leaps to join it. I force my arms apart far enough that I can push my head out to reach his bottom lip. I suck it in my mouth and threaten to bite him.
His growl is deep, and I stop, loving the fear of him.
He whispers, "Cielo è uguale." Then he mounts me with cat-like quickness.
I see his thunderous intensity as he bores down on me.
He yanks my legs apart then his golden rod roughly slams me to the bed, taking what he wants without asking because he wants it.
My moans are loud and long as his need to pound my sweetness, to own me, to tame me, and finally reveal his claim of me makes him dangerous and delicious.
He pushes past his coherent consciousness, drilling me over and over, again and again, losing himself completely to his lust and love for me.
"Cielo noi per sempre," he grunts as he thrusts and pumps.
I draw my legs up and put my heels on his hips. Each time he thrusts, and he hits bottom, my hips roll up for him.
"Heaven equals."
I strain, grunting too, knowing our timing is perfect.
"Us forever." He explodes, "Will you marry ... me? UH! UH! UH! UH!" With each spurt of cum, he rams my g-spot and my clit simultaneously into Heaven.
My heart explodes with his words as I cum too, shouting. "YES. YES. YES. YES. YES. FUCKING YES!"
His love quaking brings us both through the clouds of fog and into the clear, open, honest light of true love.
Spent and happy, he collapses on me, and I hold him tight.
We are both slippery from sweat. I stroke his head and massage his temples.
He moans, then I hear his breath as he inhales, and his lips start to kiss.
They are buried in the nape of my neck, and I feel them moving in that delicious nibble and sucking way he so successfully uses to seduce me.
Then he is moving his whole body again with the beautiful motion of lust and love.
Passionately abandoning ourselves to each other, we fuck for our forever.
For our Us.
I realize moments like this are what make life meaningful. No amount of success can match this feeling. It's the absofuckinglutely best feeling in the world ... and I can have it for a lifetime!
I tell him as our body fluids mingle and we slide against each other in our sweat as we exert ourselves again, "I have never been so fucking happy in my whole life!"
His eyes find mine, and I stare into my Fucking Golden God's gorgeous green gaze with his pools of peace and his thunder rumbling behind them for me. He whispers as he strains, "I told you Heaven will be so much more."
"Mmhmm. Heaven is being Mrs. Moore," I respond.
He stops fucking as he absorbs hearing it spoken for the first time, then his eyes intensify to that frightening level that both excites and scares the shit out of me.
I shudder with the raw love I see looking back at me.
His hands move to my neck, and he begins to squeeze.
As soon as my blood begins to thump against his hand, he begins to fuck me.
Hammering over and over again with his thrusts, I see his thunder building inside, then it bursts through, and his semen fills me again.
"I don't want to wait. I want you to be bound to me ASAP."
He collapses on me again, and I hold him tenderly.
When his breathing is normal, I roll him over and mount him. His dick is semi-soft inside me. I begin to fuck him, and I feel it responding. His eyes open, and his laser vision hones in on me.
"When we get to Vegas." I cum on him in short quick hunches. "We'll do it. I don't want to wait either."
The rest of the night is spent dozing and fucking. When the first rays of the sun break the horizon, we are exhausted but happy.
I stare up at Heaven and ask, "So you really did propose to me when you gave me the choker?"
"Yes." He rolls over to look directly into my eyes. Then his kiss is slow, deep, methodical, and thorough. It completes the moment perfectly.
When he pulls away, he says. "Get your shower while I pack. We're heading back to the good ole US of A."
"Oh yay! I can't wait to go home! There's so much to do and so little time."
He grins. "We've got all the time in the world, Baby Thang."
I peck his perfect lips. "We do, but Steve and Gaby don't."
He looks at me confused, making me laugh.
"Have you forgotten I'm throwing them a bachelor party?" I tell him as I throw my legs off the bed and stand. "I've got one more show to do."
The look on his face is priceless. He rolls onto his back, puts his hands under his head, and stares up at the ceiling. "I'll be returning triumphantly with you by my side."