Page 45 of Quarantined with the Billionaire

“Your kiss wasn’t enough. I want more.”

He cocked a dark brown eyebrow, squinting an eye as if he’d discovered all my secrets.

But he didn’t say another word. Instead, the hard man in front of me seemed to soften, moving one of his hands off my arm to gently cup my cheek. Stroking my jawline, he drank me in much like I’d stared at the paintings in the hallway the night before.

Except I was no work of art.

Tilting my head up as though I were a commodity he was considering purchasing, he then brought his face close to mine. I could all but feel the molecules between us sparking and jumping, magnetic and alive, while he and I hardly moved, like chess pieces in contemplation.

My eyes fixed on his, now seeming to be a darker blue melded with the saucers his pupils were becoming. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I nodded slightly, but his voice cut through the air like a sword. “You won’t be able to take it back.”

As if an evil demon had possessed my body, my mouth spoke without my consent. “I don’t want to.”

And then, as though we were in one of the old movies Maddox seemed to worship, he swept me off my feet. The way he did it made me feel as light as a rose petal, but inside me was a hurricane, ready to rip me apart. When he placed me on the bed, he lay next to me, stroking my arm with his hand. Before I could roll onto my side, he brought his face close to mine, consuming me with a kiss that was even more powerful than the one he’d buried me in earlier.

My body responded immediately, as if I’d been fasting for weeks and was being offered a piece of bread. Every nerve stood at attention, every tiny hair perked up, every fiber tingled. And I kissed him back like it was the last thing I’d ever do in this life. Savoring the way he tasted, I nibbled at his lips and drank him in as if he were a delectable dessert, mine for the taking.

He reacted by holding me close, making me feel safe once again. During the past two weeks, the world had been a scary place, but his touch gave me a security that went deep. Had I ever felt this protected, this loved?

My hands had been jammed in between us with my fingertips touching his firm pecs, but I slid my left hand up his chest to his neck, caressing the skin there before moving farther up to his jawline. The whiskers poking out scratched at my hand, but I kept moving until I could run my fingers through his hair.

We continued kissing as if we’d never enjoyed doing it before. Every nerve in my body was now alive and on fire, anticipating his touch. Our lips pressed hard against each other as if we’d been denied the pleasures of the flesh for far too long. It was then that I felt the stirring of his erection against me, and my body took over, turning off the logical part of my brain. Instantly, my pussy grew wet with desire, ready to take him in, and my pelvis pressed against him, letting him know that I would be ready whenever he was.

I realized then just how much we were operating on instinct, how the two of us were like a machine designed to do this very thing. His hands slid down my back and he cupped my ass, squeezing the cheeks and pressing me even closer to him.

Oh, God. I couldn’t measure his girth, but he would be more than enough to satisfy me. I was already starting to feel close and he’d hardly even touched me. My breathing had grown deeper but I felt like I couldn’t pull enough air into my lungs. My fingers tightened against his scalp and chest, as I tried to tell myself to relax.

That was impossible.

He moved his lips to my neck, kissing it, and, as his lips made a trail toward my collarbone, my nipples grew hard, aching for his touch there. As if he knew exactly what I wanted, he kept moving his lips toward the very top of my sternum.

I was impatient, though. Moving my hands, wiggling around to get a little loose and making him move his arms in the process, I grabbed the bottom hem of my nightshirt so I could pull it over my head. He had to let go of me with both his hands and his lips but he understood what I was doing and assisted with the process.

It was then that we picked up some speed.

He urged my back toward the bed and then kissed me hard on the lips once more. It felt like some kind of assurance, of a message he was trying to communicate. Then he cupped one of my breasts, kneading the pebbly areola with his thumb, and I fought to keep my back from arching. My mouth, however, let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction. He took my other breast into his mouth, sucking at it as I wound my right hand through his hair. The fingers of my other hand dug into his shoulder blade as I struggled to keep myself from moaning.

I knew later I’d have no control whatsoever.

My pelvis continued pressing toward him, eager to receive the attention he was giving the upper half of my body. I slid my hand down his solid back, but I couldn’t reach his ass. It didn’t help that his lips were now moving down my stomach.

God, I didn’t know if I was ready for anything other than vanilla at the moment, but I didn’t want to stop him, either. My brain still wasn’t working. Otherwise, I might not have allowed myself to say what I said.

After I gulped a deep breath of air, forcing myself not to wriggle like a squirmy child, I said, “I need you to bury yourself inside me, Maddox.”

His lips paused just below my navel, and I wondered at first if I’d broken the mood. But when his tongue swirled over the flesh there before he crawled back up, I knew he understood what I needed. His lips crushed into mine as I ran my hands down to his waistband. As I slid my fingers underneath the soft fabric and ran them over his muscular ass, his hard-on dug into me while he sucked on my lower lip. “Your wish is my command, princess.”

His words were almost funny, but he pulled my pajama pants down before cupping the whole of my womanhood. Then, sneaking a finger out of the group, he touched me delicately before swirling his finger against my hardened clit. I gasped against his lips before he consumed me with another possessive kiss and spun his finger maddeningly, turning my brain into a soup of uncontrollable desire. Another desperate sound escaped my mouth as my pelvis tilted up into his finger and that was my entire world at the moment. The muscles in my calves and toes felt paralyzed as I began grinding against him, gulping air as if I would never breathe again. “Oh, God,” I cried as my brain exploded with satisfaction, rocketing my mind off the planet and into the stars, and I screamed his name, continuing to pulse against his finger as wave after wave of perfect pleasure shut out all else. He was a master with that damned digit of his, continuing to please my brain with a never-ending cascade of satisfaction.

Finally, the orgasm subsided, and he kissed my neck.

And then he rolled over onto his back.

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