Page 81 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

Then she sank back down.

Slow. Deep.

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“Fuck… Fuck!” His head fell back, a guttural moan ripped from his throat as her warmth enveloped him again. She rode out the last tremors of her orgasm while taking him back inside her—completely, fully.

But she didn’t ride him fast.

She moved in long, slow rolls of her hips, dragging every inch of him through her soaked heat with unbearable precision. Her eyes stayed locked on his, dark and wicked, every movement calculated to keep him teetering on the edge without tipping.

His hands gripped the sheets at his sides, knuckles white, jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

“Don’t cum,” she whispered, voice low and commanding.

“Sienna—I can’t—hold back—”

She rolled her hips again, grinding on him.

“You don’t get to cum yet,” she said, voice trembling. “Because if you do, you’ll ruin me for hours again, and you won’t stop until morning. This time, you’re holding back. I’m not spending all night a mess from too many orgasms.”

He looked up at her, eyes wild, body taut like a bowstring. His muscles strained beneath her, fighting the instinct to flip her back over and fuck her until they both shattered.

His hands finally slid to her waist, thumbs stroking her skin as he guided her gently, still letting her lead. Her legs parted wider, her back arching with every roll of her hips, offering him everything. His fingertips brushed the insides of her thighs again, slowly spreading the heat pooling there, stroking her like she was fragile, but his.

She gasped at his touch, her head tipping back, lips parted, body opening even more for him.

And Adrian just watched her, every moan, every shake, every expression of pleasure she gave him.

She was breathtaking.

Adrian’s eyes darkened. His gaze swept over her flushed body, memorizing every dip, every curve, every twitch of need she couldn’t hide. He lowered his head, lips grazing the skin just above her heart, then lower. He kissed her breasts gently, suckled softly, then again—his tongue teasing her until her back arched into him, a soft moan slipping past her lips.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured against her skin, his voice low and thick with desire. His tongue traced lazy circles around her nipple before he pulled it into his mouth again, suckling softly, drawing another whimper from her throat.

Her fingers threaded into his hair, tugging gently, grounding herself as her body trembled with every flick of his tongue.

“Ah…,” her shuddering moans echoed in the room.

His hands gripped her hips again, guiding her slowly as she moved above him, still in control, but barely. Her rhythm faltered under his touch, under the way his mouth worshipped her, how his heavy breaths made her insides clench.

He let her ride him slow, deep, every roll of her hips grinding them tighter together. And yet he held back, didn’t thrust up, didn’t take over—not yet. He just watched, andfelther.

“You’re driving me insane,” he muttered, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “Every time you move, I get closer to losing it.”

Her hands braced on his chest, nails lightly digging into his skin, eyes locked to his. “Then lose it.”

He growled, low and feral, and the control he was clinging to frayed at the edges. His hands clamped around her waist, grip tightening as he surged up into her, once—hard, deep—making her cry out. Her body jolted, a moan catching in her throat, and her walls clenched around him like a vice.

“You want me to break?” he rasped. “Because I will. You’re not making it easy to hold back.”

“I don’t want easy,” she whispered, voice shaking.

That snapped something in him.

He sat up, chest pressed to hers, mouth catching her gasp in a kiss that was hungry, messy, full of teeth and tongue and need. His arms wrapped tight around her as he thrust up again, harder now, making her ride him in sharp, deep strokes. Their bodies moved together like fire meeting fuel. Fast, uncontrollable, burning up too quickly.

Her moans spilled into his mouth as her hands clawed at his shoulders. Her legs tightened around his waist again, pulling him deeper, holding him there as he drove into her again and again, each thrust sending a fresh wave of heat through her veins.

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