Page 33 of The Billionaire's Pact

“I know you don’t, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. If we talk about it, it’ll be done. I promise.” His thumb moved in a circle and my skin tingled. The more he did that, the less self-conscious I felt.

“I hadn’t intended to…it was the waxing. I never had a full wax…I wanted to feel the difference….” My eyes shut. “I feel embarrassed.”

“You shouldn’t be,” he said in a gentle tone. “To be honest, I loved it.”

I touched my warm face. “Oh my God.”

He lightly tugged my hand down. “You’re alluring, Adelina, mostly when you let yourself go. Honestly, I’m envious.”

“Envious?” I whispered. “Why?”

“I want my hand feeling your pussy. To kiss and lick it. To make you come on my mouth.” His smile was impish, his gaze imploring.

“Rocco, come on.” My voice was strained, breathless.

“I’m telling you what I thought to make you feel comfortable,” he said. “I’m here for you, Adelina. I’m definitely interested, but only when you’re ready. I’ll wait in the living room.”

He was about to leave, but I touched his hand. “Can you stay? I want you to stay.” My voice was even, but I trembled.

Can I let him? He’s soon to be my husband.

I wanted to show him and myself that I wasn’t the precious doll Mama wanted him to treat me as. More so, it was something I had built up for years, and I wanted to know what it would feel like. But what will he think of me if I let him do it so soon?

“What would you like me to do?” His hand moved to my back and slid down to just above the swell of my ass. I shivered. My heart hammered against my ribs. Minutes went by, and Rocco quietly waited. Slowly, I turned over on my back, and he sighed loudly.

“I want you to touch me,” I whispered.

“Open your eyes. I want you to see how much I love it.”

God, he was hot. His eyes were dark, penetrating. He splayed his large hand on my stomach, and the warmth and weight grounded me. It warmed through the fabric of my athletic pants that were low on my hips. My body heated and trembled. I could feel my clit throb.

Rocco groaned and moved his hand under the fabric. His fingers glided over my bare mound. The sensation felt explosive, intimate, and intense. I let out a moan as I trembled on the bed.

His groan was low as his fingers moved down to gently stroke my clit, slipping and stroking it wetter. My muscles clenched, and I writhed as he explored me. His gaze was hot as he stared, and I couldn’t stop moaning. My breasts were sensitive and swollen, my nipples visible through the front of my fitted shirt. And he was looking at them, and it made me hotter. His hand moved up, and my hips lifted. I was desperate. Please, don’t stop.

“Just a taste,” he whispered. His hand went to his full lips, where he licked my arousal. It was so seductive, I felt a burst of pleasure from my core and squirmed on the bed.

“You’re a sweet flower, Bella.” He let out a shudder and groaned.

His hand moved inside my thong again, but this time, with bold and direct intention. His strokes were sure and moved with a determined tenacity. I was about to come.

My hips lifted, shameless, as I pressed my thighs closer together. “Ohh, my God,” I repeated over and over.

“Yes, Adelina…” he moaned, stroking my clit faster. I gripped the covers and moaned loudly, rolling my hips. Oh, yes.

My thighs clenched, trapping his fingers as he rubbed my clit. The sound of my heavy breathing filled the room. His groans brought on a burst of ecstasy as I came. He didn’t move his hand but moved a finger to my opening. He gently slipped it inside me as I spasmed from the aftershocks of my climax. My heart pounded against my ribs as my inner walls narrowed. The barrier was there. Rocco could take my virginity. But he removed his hand with a loud exhale. “Fuck, even that’s turning me on.”

He sucked his fingers, then traced them over my gaping mouth before he crushed his lips to mine, cupping the back of my head. He tasted of mint chocolates and my essence. It was so carnal that I moaned into his mouth, moving my tongue with his. He had me wanting more.

Rocco broke the kiss, and we breathed hard.

“It’s too much,” he panted.

I lowered my eyelids and touched my lips. “I…I went too far.” A wave of fear rose higher than my desire, and my body tensed. What am I doing?

His hand lifted my chin. “Look at me.”

I raised my gaze, my pulse quickening at the softness in his eyes. “You didn’t. Never think that. When it’s us, it’s only us, Adelina. I love being touched, too, and I loved touching you.”

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