Page 68 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

Sienna lay on his bed, curled slightly to the side. Her head resting on his pillow. Her long hair spread around her shoulders, and her body draped in a maroon, small nightie, the same one she wore the night they first slept together.

The silk fabric clung to her skin, the deep neckline and short hemline revealing far too much. One hand lay under her head, the other resting under her cheek, her eyes locked onto his. Calm. Intent. Dangerous.

She looked soft, seductive, and heartbreakingly beautiful.

“Sienna,” he breathed, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

Sienna slowly propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes never leaving his. Slowly, she reached for the hem of her nightie and pulled it up to her hip, revealing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Adrian’s body tensed, every inch of control snapping.

He stalked toward her. One hand yanked off his suit jacket. The other ripped his shirt over his head in one swift move. His chest rose and fell, his body burning.

“You’re wearing the same dress,” he muttered, eyes burning with desire. “The night we first slept together. I remember every second of it.”

He climbed onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress, moving toward her like a predator.

“That night was the most unforgettable night of my life,” His voice was rough as he reached out, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her closer, his fingers tangling in her hair. “You can’t even imagine what I’m feeling right now.”

Sienna smiled, her hand slipping around the back of his neck, lips barely apart.

“Then let me make tonight even more unforgettable,” she whispered.

With a smirk, she flipped him over and straddled his waist. His hands gripped her hips, his breath catching as she leaned down, her nightdress brushing against his bare skin.

Adrian let out a low growl, gripping her waist tightly as her hands slid up the back of his neck. He was shirtless. She was practically bare. And every inch of her skin against his drove him closer to losing control. He was ready to claim every inch of her, to make her cry out his name over and over again—right here, right now.

His mind fogged.

His blood roared.

All he could think about was her. Having her. Keeping her. Marking her.

She dipped her head, licking his lips before trailing kisses down his neck, teasing him, driving him wild. Her tongue moved slowly up his jaw, then captured his lips in a kiss that burned through his veins.

Adrian gasped into her mouth, overwhelmed.

Sienna didn’t stop.

She kissed him again—slow and deep—before pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, her breath warm against his cheek. Then she lowered her head, her tongue tracing the line of his neck, licking slowly, making him shiver. Her lips followed the path to his collarbone, kissing, sucking, leaving soft, wet marks down his chest.

A low groan rumbled from Adrian’s chest as she dragged her teeth over his skin, then soothed the bite with her tongue, circling it in slow, languid strokes.

Her lips moved lower, brushing over his chest. She licked a path between the sharp ridges of his pecs, her tongue teasing the sensitive spot right between them before she moved to one nipple.

She flicked, sucked, then grazed it with her teeth, tugging lightly until he arched beneath her, muscles tensing. She gave the same attention to the other, biting and licking, letting soft, breathy moans escape as she did.

Her nails dragged lightly down his sides while her tongue dipped into the line that cut between his abs. She kissed each one like it was sculpted just for her, biting at the ridges, flicking her tongue along the deep grooves, worshipping him inch by inch.

“Sienna…” he groaned, voice thick with need, hands fisting the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.

She looked up at him through heavy lashes, her lips swollen and wet.

She then grabbed, and pressed Adrian’s wrists above his head, her breath grazing his lips. She straddled him, watching the way his eyes burned with restrained fire.

“I want to watch you break,” she whispered, her voice laced with challenge and desire.

Sienna’s fingers trailed down his chest, nails dragging lightly before she pinched one of his nipples, twisting just enough to make him grunt. His body arched, but he didn’t beg.

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