Page 16 of Tempting My Billionaire Master

It felt good to be an important matter to Ethan Hamilton. Almost as good as being carried in his strong arms.

He held me effortlessly as I rummaged through the shelves. His scent surrounded me; a mixture of expensive cologne and masculine musk that made my head spin.

“Ah, found them!” I exclaimed triumphantly, grabbing handfuls of candles and piling them on my stomach while balancing precariously in Ethan’s embrace.

Ethan carried me to the bedroom as I lit the way with a flashlight, his powerful frame never faltering under my weight. He gently laid me down on the bed before leaning in for a passionate, lingering kiss. The intensity of his lips against mine left me breathless.

“Wait here,” he murmured, pulling away just enough to speak. I watched him walk around the room, lighting the candles one by one. The flickering flames cast a warm glow on his chiseled features, making him look even more handsome—if that was possible. As I admired his strong, muscular body, I couldn’t help but wonder if this situation could ever have been possible were we not locked together in this bunker.

Was this just a game to him? Another conquest to add to his list of lovers?

His lips crushed against mine, stealing my breath and scattering my doubts. The familiar taste of him—masculine, intoxicating—sent heat spiraling through my body.

“Ready?” Ethan asked, his eyes dark and full of desire. I nodded eagerly, my body trembling in anticipation of what was to come.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, nipping at my jaw. His hands slid under my blouse, callused palms gliding over my skin, feeling like fire. “I’m going to take good care of you.”

A delicious shiver ran down my spine. How did he always know the perfect thing to say?

With a wicked grin, Ethan grasped the hem of my blouse and tugged it over my head. His gaze roamed over my exposed flesh, darkening with hunger. “Gorgeous.”

Heat flooded my cheeks even as my body arched toward him, craving his touch. “You’re the romantic one,” I teased breathlessly.

“And you love it.” Ethan’s lips curved against my throat as he peppered a trail of kisses down to my collarbone. “Admit it, Chloe. I’m your weakness.”

“I’ll never tell.” It was getting harder to think with his hands and mouth moving over my body, leaving a blaze of sensation in their wake.

Ethan made a low sound of amusement. “Is that so?” His fingers flicked open the clasp of my bra, baring my breasts to his gaze. “Then I’ll just have to find another way to get the truth from you.”

Ethan’s mouth closed over one nipple, teasing and sucking until it pebbled under his skilled tongue. I gasped, arching into his touch as jolts of pleasure shot through me.

“You’re mine, Chloe,” he rasped, shifting to lavish the same attention on my other breast. “All mine.”

I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair to hold him close. “Yours,” I breathed.

As his hands cupped my breasts, I leaned closer to him and began unbuttoning his shirt, but suddenly, with one swift motion, Ethan pinned me back down onto the bed, a devilish grin playing on his lips. “I got a taste at the spa,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “But now, I want the main dish.”

As Ethan lowered his head, his lips trailed a searing path down my body, each kiss like a brand claiming every inch of me. My breath hitched in anticipation when he finally reached the apex of my thighs, teasingly hovering over the sensitive flesh there for a moment before he tugged my panties down and off, baring me completely to his gaze.

“So beautiful,” Ethan murmured reverently. He slid his hands under my thighs and lifted, draping them over his shoulders. I gasped as he lowered his head, his breath hot against my aching center.

“Please,” I said, too far gone for shame. I needed this, needed him. Now.

Ethan’s gaze flicked up, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight.

And then his mouth was on me.

I cried out as he gave my clit a slow, deliberate lick, instantly moistening it. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled away and gently blew on the wet spot.

The sensation of cool air on my aroused flesh made pleasure burst through me like fireworks, my hips involuntarily bucking towards him, begging for more.

He licked broad strokes over my slit before focusing on the sensitive nub, sucking it between his lips.

My fingers tightened in his hair. “Oh God, yes. Just like that.”

Ethan groaned, the vibration sending another shockwave through me. His hands kneaded my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers in a rhythm that matched the thrusts of his tongue. I was drowning in sensation, in him.

The coil of pleasure in my core wound tighter and tighter.

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