Page 81 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

"Let me tell you what the sexologist Seary sees when she sees you. You have satyriasis. You might not have been clinically labeled, but I'm sure the term Don Juan has been used to describe you all your life."

His eyes are glued to me, and he isn't smiling now.

"Was I shocked at the high hundreds? Alabama Siri Wright was.

I admit that. But Seary, the Sex Pot as you rightly called her, isn't. I'm complicated.

I'm a woman! What can I say? I'll speak first and stick my foot in my mouth on plenty of occasions, but I'm not without rational thought.

I just don't always go there straight line. I'm curved."

He smiles, and his hands reach for me.

I climb on him and push him over. I straddle his body and look down into his face. Then I lower myself onto his erection. He slides into me easily. As I start to move on him, I stare into his soul, and I caress it. "This is when I feel whole."

The unspoken words shine bright, and my vision of who he really is becomes crystal clear.

"You were born Maximus Aurelius Moore. Son of a warrior.

Grandson of an American Hero and a Roman Soldier.

You are proud, honorable, and just in your heart.

You witnessed in your youth untold hatred, and you felt untold rage.

You witnessed in your youth unaccepted beauty and felt unaccepted love.

You knew these things to be unjust, and you vowed to fight to bring light to the darkness and healing to the wounded. "

He closes his eyes and frowns. I know he is seeing Ann.

I continue letting my words express what my soul sees, letting them touch and caress him with the knowledge of who I see when I see his aura, and I feel his thunder—riding him to become one with him.

"In your teens, you grew to accept that the beauty will have to coincide with the beast. That love will have to coincide with hatred.

You grew to understand that life is not fair, and you cannot make the wrongs right, but deep in your soul, you do not accept this.

Unjust is still unjust. Unfair is still unfair. Hate is still hate.

As you developed into a man, your anger fed your desires.

You raged inside, and you built yourself up to conquer the unjust and the haters.

You pumped iron and built your body to always be prepared to defend beauty and love.

You took photographs of beauty and then you 'loved' them, but you forgot them because even though they gave you the sexual release your libido demanded, they left you empty inside.

You learned as a man that war and peace coincide and you had to fight—the choice of life and death a daily battle.

You accept your fate, but you did not let go of the hope that you would find the one who completes you and makes the world a tolerable place to live.

Your Father and your Grandfathers, the superhero's of your heart, all found theirs, and you believed you would find yours too. "

I stop moving. "Look at me." He opens his eyes, and the word flows freely between us.

"The two shall be as one," I whisper. "I understand your thunder.

I get it." I nod and smile. "I get you. I get that your thunder is like that bear outside on the door.

Sometimes brutal, beastly, growling, but sometimes the bear's hug is healing.

It's a Golden Bear, Aurei. You are a Golden Man. Don't sell yourself short."

I hold my hands up and spread my fingers wide. He puts his between mine and cinches us tight, bonding us. "I accept you for who you are and what you are."

I make sweet, passionate love to him now, and I see his face changing. His intense eyes are frightening, terrifying because of the brutal honesty that lives within them. I recognize the lightning that creates his thunder. It is the purest form of love. Unconditional.

I thought he was handsome before, but seeing him look at me with thunderous love. Wow!

"We are unstoppable! No one can tear us apart.

" I bring his hands to my throat. "Life, beauty, rage, and love are the four elements of what I see in you that I named your thunder.

" I lean into his hands. " You don't choke to control.

You only grip to celebrate life and fully experience it.

I understand that now, and I won't fight you and force you to dominate me harshly.

When you told me to be still because you didn't want to hurt me, I thought you were telling me because you wanted me to give in to your control of me, but you were only trying to enjoy me. "

"Shut up." He commands me. "Come here and kiss me."

I grin. "You sure are bossy, but I'll be damned if I don't like it!"

He stretches his arms above his head, and my hands follow. My body slides down to rest against him, and I hover my lips above his. He lifts his head to kiss me, but I withhold it. He growls, and I grin down at him.

"One last thing, Sugar Bare... I do love you."

My mouth seals his, and for a moment, all is calm, then he is moving with lightning speed.

His fingers release mine and seize my hair.

His mouth devours mine, and his tongue fills me.

His body flexes and pushes me off as he rolls us over and lands on top.

His thrust pins me down.

His passion consumes me and explodes the fire within.

My hands grip his ass and ask him to pound me, pushing and kneading him.

He responds with an arching thrust, keeping his mouth locked onto mine.

He leans on his forearms as his tongue fills my mind and his golden rod fills my body.

Quickly we climb to climax, the now spoken words echoing in my mind with each glorious thrust.

When he arches his back, and he gives himself to me, depositing his semen inside, his fingers find my throat, and he presses gently under the necklace.

The soft thumping of my heartbeat fills me with unequivocal love.

I whimper as he growls, and we come together.

One.

He collapses onto me but doesn't roll off and doesn't stop kissing me.

His tongue shifts from thrusting to exploring, and I shift from sucking to dancing.

His kiss is sweet and tender now.

His hand in my hair massages, and his hand at my throat caresses.

His breath blew hard and fast on my cheek, but now it is slow and steady.

He goes from hard to soft and from moving to quiet.

But only a few minutes pass before his tongue starts to thrust again.

His kiss becomes harsher.

His hands grip both hair and throat.

His breath quickens.

He hardens and pounds me, making me moan.

Like a whore.

Like his whore!

We are perfect for each other.

The revelation of my feelings for him, my choice to stay by his side, my confession of my addiction, my acknowledgment of his, begins to sink in and the true beauty of our thang is forceful.

Both demanding and commanding of each other, we give and take pleasure and passion as we drive ourselves to new heights.

The fierceness of this sex is beyond words and thoughts.

The fireworks are explosive, and we lay spent, gasping for breath.

I know we will not devour each other. We will strengthen each other like the gold strains of my necklace.

Resting side by side, he plays with my hair while I play with the hair on his chest. We doze off, then I feel him kissing the top of my hair, and he continues kissing me from head to toe and back, taking his time and letting me know how much he loves me too. Every inch.

This sex is soft and sweet, and when he shoots inside me, he confirms his feelings. "Me too."

"Truly," I answer.

His phone rings from the foyer, and he grins at me, hovering over my lips. "Antonio is worried about us."

"Mmhmm."

"Do you still want to go dancing?"

"Absolutely! Do you?"

"Yes. I want to see your petite little thang dance in your Italian Black and Blue Baby."

I grin at him.

"I'll go call Antonio. There's a shower in the back."

"Yes, sir."

When Aurei closes the Golden Bear door behind us, I tell him. "Let's call the studio Bare's Cave."

He grins. "I like it."

We trot down the stairs together, and I ask. "Have you ever lived in Bare's Cave? It seems fully equipped."

"Yes, I stay here instead of a hotel when I'm in Rome."

"Can we?"

He stops and stares at me. "You want to stay here?"

"Sure. It seems like a great place."

"There is no room service or restaurants." He warns.

"Hmm. I'll have to do our laundry then, but you'll have to cook." I tell him.

He grins. "Deal. We will move in tomorrow."

"Great!"

In the car, Aurei tells me. "I was going to take you to the ballet tonight first, but obviously, we will have to reschedule."

"Oh, My Golden God! That's awesome! You are so sweet and thoughtful!"

"Antonio and Yanni are waiting for us at The Club. She can't wait to meet you. Antonio told me our picture was plastered on the news, and now all her friends want to know who you are."

I giggle. "Imagine that!"

He smirks. "She said you blew them a kiss as we left, and the search is on to identify you."

I giggle again. "Imagine that!"

He laughs. "Mmhmm, Wise Thang."

"Mmhmm! This Wise Thang got wise game!" I give him some of my Southern attitude, making him laugh. "Speaking of games. Let's play guess the inscription."

"Let's not." He grins.

"Let's do and make it fun. Let's wager a bet on it."

"Hmm. What do you have in mind?"

I take a deep breath. "Another trip, maybe."

"Ok. Where?"

"Australia?" I ask. "I've always wanted to go there too."

"Ok. If you win, I'll take you to Australia. If I win, I'll take you to New Zealand first, then Australia."

"Deal! Ok. My first guess is Fucking = Sex Zombies."

He busts out laughing. "Do I need to say no?"

"Yes. You do."

"No."

My second guess is Freedom = Sex Zombies!"

"No."

I continue with outrageous guesses, and we are laughing our asses off when we arrive at The Club. Aurei parks in the rear and helps me out. We can hear the music blasting with the doors closed. "I don't think we will be doing much talking inside."