Page 13 of Billionaire Book Boyfriend

He straightens, his hand firmly gripping my waist as he steps back slightly, his eyes dark with intent. “Go and lie down on your bed,” he commands, his voice steady, leaving no room for hesitation.

I obey, my pulse quickening as I walk into the dimly lit bedroom, with him close on my heels. I lie back against the cool sheets, my eyes locked on his. His gaze never leaves mine as he slowly pulls off his shirt, the fabric sliding off his toned shoulders, revealing his chiseled chest. His movements are deliberate, confident, each step he takes toward the bed filled with a magnetic intensity.

He climbs onto the bed, his body hovering above mine, eyes dark with desire. His lips find my neck, trailing down and igniting a fire within me I hadn’t anticipated. Every kiss, every brush of his hands against my skin feels intoxicating, sending shivers through me. I lose myself in the moment, surrendering to the heat between us, all my worries melting away into the night.

With each touch, my insecurities slip away, replaced by a heady rush of feeling desired. Drake’s fingers dance along my waist,pulling me closer as if he could erase all the distance that had lingered between us for so long.

“Em,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice low and husky. “I don’t want to rush this, but I can’t help myself.”

I meet his gaze and get caught up in his intense orbs. “Neither can I,” I confess, my voice trembling with need.

In this instant, all the walls I’ve built around my heart crumble. The longing that had simmered beneath the surface erupts, and suddenly, I’m clutching his chin, pulling him to me, writhing against him, exploring him in ways I have never explored anyone else.

His hands roam my curves, exploring the soft contours of my waist and hips, fingers trailing along my skin, sending shivers through me. The heat of his body is electrifying against mine, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, craving the contact.

“Are you sure you want this? Because I only have one more strand of self-control before I will have to have you,” Drake says, his murmur turning into a groan, teetering on a growl.

I nod, my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart. “I’ve never been more sure.”

“God, you’re beautiful,” Drake murmurs, his lips brushing against my collarbone. The sound of his voice stirs something deep within me, making my body respond in ways I didn’t expect.

With each kiss, he travels lower, his lips trailing down my neck to the delicate curve of my breast, making me arch my back in response. I gasp, feeling the heat pool in my core as he captures one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. The sensation sends waves of pleasure crashing over me, and I run my hand over his smooth head, urging him on.

He's treating me like a goddess, admiring me, loving me, building me up in ways I never imagined would happen to me. Under his touch, I don't feel like a nerdy bookworm or a woman hiding behind a pen, I feel raw, exposed, and worthy of being desired.

He kisses me again, deep and passionate, like he’s trying to devour me whole. His hands move down my body, slowly teasing the hem of my shirt until he lifts it over my head and tosses it aside. The cool air hits my skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from him, making me shiver with anticipation.

Drake’s hands find the waistband of my shorts, his fingers deftly working to slide them down my legs. As he tosses them aside, he pauses for a moment, his gaze drinking in the sight of me, completely bare and vulnerable before him.

“You’re perfect,” he says, and the compliment settles over me like a warm blanket, pushing all my nerves aside.

With a swift motion, he removes his pants and boxers and positions himself between my legs, his eyes locking on mine as he leans down to kiss me again, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. A thrill runs through me as his body presses against mine, the heat radiating from him wrapping me in warmth.

Drake’s kisses trail lower, his lips brushing against my thigh, igniting my skin with every touch. I gasp as he starts to explore me, kissing and nibbling his way closer to my most intimate parts. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can’t help but squirm beneath him, completely lost in the haze of pleasure.

When his mouth finally finds my most intimate place, I cry out, the pleasure so intense it threatens to consume me. He works his tongue with a skill that leaves me breathless, swirling and teasing until I’m a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Drake,” I gasp, my hands gripping the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I can feel myself nearing the edge, and all I want is to let go completely.

He seems to sense it too, the urgency building in his movements as he continues to moan and pleasure me, drawing me closer and closer. My breath comes in short gasps, and just when I think I can’t take any more, he quickens his pace, pushing me over the edge, sending me spiraling into a blissful release that leaves me breathless.

Drake doesn’t stop there. He reaches for his pants, taking a shiny package out of his pocket. After protecting us, he climbs back up my body, kissing me deeply as I come down from my high, letting me taste myself on his lips. I feel alive, every nerve ending tingling with desire, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer.

With a low growl of need, Drake shifts his weight, positioning himself at my entrance. He hesitates for a moment, searching my eyes for confirmation. I nod, my heart racing withanticipation, and he thrusts into me slowly, filling me completely.

It takes a moment for my body to accommodate his size, but when it does, the sensation is exquisite. I gasp as he buries himself deep inside me. The connection is electric, and I instinctively move my hips to meet his, urging him on. “Don’t go easy on me,” I whisper, my voice husky. “I want all of you.”

A smirk tugs at his lips as he leans down, his breath hot against my ear. “Oh, you’re getting all of me, baby. You can handle it, right?”

I bite my lip, my body already craving more. “You tell me.”

He thrusts harder, our rhythm growing more urgent, just enough pain mixed with pleasure to make me lose myself in the moment. “You feel that?” he growls, his voice rough with desire. “That’s what you do to me.”

My head tilts back, a moan escaping my lips as I dig my nails into his back. “You’re not the only one losing control.”

His eyes flash with heat, and he moves deeper, his hand gripping my hip tightly. “I’m going to take you there, Em. I’m going to make you scream my name.”

I’m loving his new nickname for me, but I don’t have time to tell him. My mouth is open, stuck on a gasp as he thrusts inside of me. With every thrust, the fire between us burns hotter, and I get lost in this wild dance of fire and desire. I feel myself climbing higher, rushing toward a release I can’t stop.

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