Page 21 of The Billionaire's Marriage Dare

The panties went down one foot, falling to God knew where, and then she felt it—-

His tongue licking her folds, already moist with her cream, a lazy, thorough stroke that made sure every millimeter from top to bottom bore his mark.

She screamed.

His fingers moved towards her folds, parting them, wider and wider until all of her core was beautifully exposed.

His tongue thrust in, and she screamed again.

A rhythm was set, his tongue pushing in and out, and she could no longer stop screaming. Somewhere along the way, her legs locked over his shoulders, her fingers drove through his silver blond hair with a tight grip—-

Christian’s tongue moved even faster, and her eyes rolled back, the last of her inhibitions falling away. She found herself clutching his head hard, thrusting her hips helplessly against his mouth.

“Christian.”

His mouth moved up, capturing her swollen clit between his teeth just as two fingers thrust inside her.

It was too much, and she came, moaning his name over and over.

When Jane hazily resurfaced, she was in his arms, and Christian was walking out of the kitchen. Forcing herself to raise her head, she mumbled, “Where are you taking me?”

“My bedroom,” Christian murmured, “so I can coerce you into marrying me.”

Her fist weakly pounded against his shoulder. “Not funny.”

“Then may I coerce you tomorrow?”

Jane’s teeth sank into one rock-hard shoulder in sleepy chastisement.

“One week.” Christian’s tone was even.

“Oh, Christian.” She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or just let him sweep her away like a storm, the way he was basically promising to. “Marriage is a serious undertaking,” she whispered. “It’s not something you just enter into—-”

“You say that, and yet...” Christian stilled in the middle of his living room. “Why do I get the feeling you’re merely saying these things because you’re supposed to and not because it’s what you truly believe in?”

It took some time for his words to penetrate Jane’s mind, but when they did—-

“You caught me.” Jane shook the cobwebs off her mind. “And yes, you’re right. I always did think marriage is just a piece of paper.”

“Then that should bode well for us, don’t you think?”

She bit her lip, and his eyes narrowed. “Let me.”

“Wha—-”

His teeth replaced hers, sinking into her lower lip to create the most delicious mix of pleasure and agony.

Oh. So that was what he meant.

He released her lip, and she tried not to cry out and beg him to do it again.

His gaze claimed her, and he stated quietly, “One week.”

Jane took a deep breath. “One week.”

And then he took a deep breath, which confused her.

“Are you a virgin?”

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