Page 31 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

Adrian groaned against her throat. His voice was rough, almost desperate.

“A-ah…” she whimpered as the thick heat of him pushed deeper, inch by overwhelming inch.

Then her arms wrapped around his neck. She buried her face near his ear, voice trembling.

“Adrian… move. Please.”

Adrian brushed damp strands of hair from her cheek. His lips pressed to her temple.

Her eyes met his—wide, soft, vulnerable.

No gentleness.

Hard. Deep. Immediately.

The bed creaked under the force of him, the headboard slamming once, then again. Her body jolted with each brutal thrust, pinned beneath him, lost in the wave of his hunger. Her nails sank into his back, dragging red trails down his skin. She didn’t even realize she was crying out his name over and over, desperate and breathless.

He fucked her like he’d been starved for her. Like he needed to carve himself into her so she’d never forget.

His hands slid from her thighs to her waist, fingers digging in like he could mold her to fit him better, like he owned her.

She gasped as he tangled one hand into her hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her eyes on his. Her flushed cheeks burned with heat, but he didn’t look away. Neither did she.

He growled, his voice low, ragged, feral, “Look at me when I take you.”

But she whimpered and turned her head, unable to withstand the weight of his stare.

He didn’t let her hide. He chased her retreat with his mouth, lowering his head to her chest. His lips closed around one aching peak, sucking deep. Then came the scrape of teeth, gentle at first—then not.

A sharp gasp tore from her throat, her back arching instinctively. Her walls clenched tighter around his thick length as he continued to thrust inside her.

“Ah…ha…mmh…!” she moaned, unable to contain the sounds tumbling from her lips.

Pleasure rolled through her, overwhelming and consuming. Her legs shook around him. She could feel the knot building low in her stomach.

And then it snapped.

Another orgasm crashed through her, stealing her breath, ripping a cry from her throat so raw it barely sounded human. She shattered beneath him, spasming uncontrollably, her body trembling like she might break apart.

But Adrian didn’t stop. Not even for a second.

His rod kept dragging along her slick, sensitive walls, pulling every last aftershock from her trembling core. Her body was oversensitive, every nerve on fire, yet he kept moving. Hard and deep, all control gone.

She could barely breathe. Her moans turned to soft sobs, and still, he didn’t let up.

When he finally pulled out, her legs were trembling, her body boneless and slack on the sheets. His shaft stood hard and heavy, slick with her arousal, twitching with restrained power.

Sienna lay there—chest heaving, eyes closed, lips parted. Her skin glowed with sweat, her pulse still racing from the intensity of it all. She looked wrecked. Beautiful. Ruined in a way that made his chest ache and his cock throb harder.

Adrian knelt over her, watching. Her hair was a mess across the pillows, her thighs still parted, the evidence of what he’d done to her trailing down her inner leg.

Adrian stared down at her ruined body, chest heaving with restrained need. His jaw clenched, veins pulsing in his neck, every muscle taut with the effort not to take her again.

But his control was paper-thin.

She lay beneath him, flushed and trembling, her skin marked where his mouth and hands had been. Her legs were still open for him, as if even her body couldn’t bear to close the space between them.

“Sienna,” he rasped. The sound of her name on his tongue was jagged, cracked. “I’m not done.”

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