Page 21 of Voyage with the Reclusive Billionaire

“Then tell me,” I get out between my moans. “Find out, Cor.”

He groans at the nickname and sinks a finger deep inside me, not wasting a moment to stretch me out like he’d been trying to do last time. As if he wasn’t willing to risk missing the opportunity again.

The feeling of him inside me is so good—even just that one thick finger. The heel of his palm scrapes against my clit, and my muscles clench around his finger.

“Fucking hell,” he bites out, hips jerking upward as he instinctively thrusts. “I want to be inside of you so goddamned bad right now, Eliza.”

“Please,” I whimper, eyes locked with his while I writhe on his hand. Desperate for more, for anything.

But he just shakes his head and crooks that finger inside of me. “Not yet,” he says. “Not until you come on my hand.”

Not a fucking problem at all. An orgasm is already building at the base of my spine, growing stronger with every flex of his palm, with every motion of his finger.

Corvan expertly slips another finger inside of me and slowly scissors them, watching my face as my mouth drops open and my head falls back. He places open-mouthed kisses to the spot on my neck he seems to favor so much and sucks, leaving his mark on me.

“Cor,” I whine, my hips rising and sinking back down on his fingers. “Please.”

“Please what?” he asks.

“Please,” I say again. “Make me come.”

“As you wish, Eliza.”

An upward scrape of the heel of his palm. A slight nip of his teeth on my neck. An easy thrust upward to sink his fingers deep inside of me just as he curls them against just the right spot.

And I’m a fucking goner. My climax has me losing myself in the feeling of him against my body, in my body, licking my body, hips moving without rhythm on his lap.

His hands slip down to remove his boxers, and I’m desperate to have him inside of me, so ready for it I can barely breathe through my impatience—

A growl at the mouth of the cave has both of our heads snapping toward it.

The wolf watches us with keen interest, and I wonder why, for a moment, I actually feel embarrassed to have been caught like this.

Corvan’s response to the wolf is much more natural, much less self-conscious. He becomes my protector, yet again. Pushes me off his lap and further from the wolf, then stands, letting out a primal warning sound as—

As black wings snap out of his back, almost like magic. One minute they’re not there, then the next they are, covered in feathers and splayed out wide.

I hear the wolf whine, turn, and trot away.

See as, slowly, Corvan turns to me with wide eyes. He says, “Eliza, please.”

But I just hold a hand up in the air, ordering him to not utter another word.

Then I say, “What. The. Fuck?”

Chapter ten

Corvan

Iwait for her to speak. Wait for some sort of something to tell me what she’s thinking about the wings that appeared at my back. And have, at this point, magically disappeared too.

Eventually, she says, “That wasn’t real, was it?”

I could lie to her. I could tell her I have no idea what she’s talking about and that she’s insane and that we should move past it.

But I couldn’t keep that up forever. Especially not when I tell her what I know is true of us.

So instead I say, “It was real.”

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