Page 10 of Tempting My Billionaire Master

His hands slid up to cup my breasts through the lacy fabric of my bra. I gasped, arching into his touch as he massaged and squeezed.

“Absolutely exquisite,” he rasped against my skin.

My jeans were next, his hands gliding over my hips and thighs as he stripped them away. I kicked them off, suddenly self-conscious of my near nudity.

Ethan noticed my hesitation, his smoldering gaze locking with mine. “You’re beautiful, Chloe. Never doubt that.”

His words sparked a fire inside me and I surged forward, crushing my lips to his. We kissed with a hunger I’d never known, all thoughts fleeing my mind except how much I wanted this man.

My bra fell away as Ethan’s hands roamed over my bare flesh. Every nerve ending was alive and tingling. Finally he pulled down my panties and we tossed my wet clothes out of the tub, leaving me completely naked before him.

The water was deliciously hot, steaming around us. My hands moved to his trousers, pulling them down underwater and discarding them alongside my own. The sensation of his hard, throbbing length pressing against my body sent pangs of anticipation up my spine.

“God, Ethan,” I whispered, unable to quell the moan that escaped me as I traced my fingers over his muscular form. “You feel incredible.”

“Only for you, Chloe,” he replied huskily, his intense gaze locked on mine as he positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me for just a moment before he sheathed himself inside me with one sharp thrust. A strangled gasp escaped my lips at the intrusion, the stretch and fullness almost too much to bear.

I cried out again, nails digging into his shoulders. Ethan groaned, his hands tightening on my hips. “So perfect,” he growled, before pulling back and slamming into me again.

A gasp tore from my throat as he began to pound into me with unrelenting fervor, hard and deep, with a fierce rhythm. The water sloshed around us, splashing onto the floor with the force of his thrusts. I was dizzy with ecstasy, incoherent moans and cries spilling from my lips. The feeling of being stretched so thoroughly by his impressive girth was nothing short of divine, making my entire body tremble with pleasure. I couldn’t help but marvel at the surrealness of it all—here I was, being taken by a man who, in any other circumstance, would have been leagues out of my reach.

“Chloe,” Ethan groaned, his voice strained as he continued to thrust into me, his powerful hands gripping my hips to hold me steady. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Please, don’t stop,” I pleaded, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart and the splashing of water around us.

“Never,” he said, the intensity of his gaze never faltering as we moved together.

Ethan’s strong hands gripped my breasts, kneading them with a possessiveness that filled my body with ecstasy. He whispered dirty things in my ear as he fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

“God, Chloe,” he moaned, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I couldn’t hold back my own moans of rapture as I clung to him, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back. The invigorating scent of his body mingled with the warmth of the water, amplifying my delight to dizzying heights.

“You’re mine now,” Ethan growled, his voice rough and primal as he brutally pounded into me. “No one else will ever have you.”

His words should have frightened me, but in that moment all I could feel was desire. I wanted to belong to Ethan, to give myself over to him completely.

“Yes,” I moaned, clutching at him desperately. “Yours, only yours.”

Ethan let out a victorious snarl, kissing me with a ferocity that left me breathless. I was drowning in sensation, losing myself in Ethan’s embrace. The coil of pleasure inside me wound tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter from the intensity.

“You feel so good inside me, Ethan,” I gasped, my nails leaving marks on his back.

“Sweet little Chloe,” he purred, his lips brushing against my ear. “I knew you’d be perfect for me.”

The sensation of being owned by this powerful, dominant man overwhelmed me. I had never felt anything so intense or satisfying. It was as if my entire being had been consumed by the ecstasy coursing through my veins.

Ethan’s hands roamed my body, exploring every curve and valley as if committing it to memory. As his fingers brushed over my sensitive nipples, a wave of delicious heat crashed over me, building up to an orgasm that threatened to consume me whole.

Ethan sensed how close I was, his thrusts becoming wild and erratic. “Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a low rasp. “Now. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His order triggered something within me, and I exploded in a mind-numbing, bone-shattering orgasm release that seemed to go on and on. The tsunami of visceral bliss crashed over me, wave after wave of ecstasy, clenching rhythmically around Ethan’s hard rod.

With a roar, Ethan followed, his hips stuttering as his warmth flooded inside me.

We collapsed against each other, chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath. I’d never felt so spent, or so blissfully content. I couldn’t believe this was happening. That I was here, with him. With Ethan Hamilton, the unattainable man that wanted me for some unfathomable reason.

“Thank you,” I murmured, nuzzling against his chest. “You really need to rest now, Ethan, before we return back to civilization.”

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