Page 54 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

Her breath came in ragged gasps. “Adrian—”

“Shh,” he whispered again, kissing her softer now, lingering. “Let me have you.”

He trailed kisses down her body, peeling her top aside until her bra was exposed. With rough fingers, he tugged the cups down, revealing her breasts. His mouth latched onto one aching bud, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.

“Ah!” She arched into him, moaning as he flicked and sucked, leaving one nipple wet and swollen before turning to the other.

Then he pulled back.

“Lie down,” he ordered.

She obeyed, breathless, trembling. He grabbed two clean straps from the side of the stretcher—the ones normally used to hold patients still, and with a dark gleam in his eye, wrapped them around her wrists, tying her arms to the metal bars on either side.

“Keep your hands there. I don’t want you touching me,” he said, voice low, dangerous. “Just feel me.”

He pushed her thighs apart, spreading her wide. Her glistening folds were on full display under the harsh fluorescent lights. He looked at her like a man who had gone too long without water. Like she was the only thing that could save him.

Then he leaned in.

The first drag of his tongue was slow, agonizing. He licked her from bottom to top, stopping to suck on her clit until she trembled. She cried out, wrists pulling at the restraints, body straining for more.

“Oh God—”

He didn’t stop.

He licked deeper, tongue plunging inside her before sucking her sensitive bud again, harder this time. Over and over. His tongue moved in wild, hungry strokes, alternating between firm, teasing flicks and relentless, punishing pressure.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled between licks. “Sweet. Addictive. Mine.”

Sienna was lost in the storm. Her legs shook, her hips rising off the table, her body helpless to the pleasure he dragged from her.

“Hahhh….,” she clenched the straps, moaning, whining, unable to stop herself.

And Adrian just kept going, eating her like he was starving. Like he’d die without her.

Sienna’s moans grew louder, more desperate. Her hips bucked up against Adrian’s mouth, trying to get more friction, more pressure—more ofhim. Her wrists strained against the restraints, the cold straps digging into her skin as she lost herself under his tongue.

“Adrian—” she gasped. “Please… I-I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me,” he rasped against her soaked folds. “Let me hear you fall apart.”

She did. Her whole body seized, thighs trembling, toes curling, back arching off the stretcher as the orgasm ripped through her like lightning. Her cries echoed in the sterile room, every breath ragged and wrecked.

Adrian didn’t stop. He licked her through it, pulling every last tremble and twitch from her until she was left panting, eyes glassy and unfocused.

And then—knock knock knock.

“Sweetheart? Are you done?” Pamela’s voice called, muffled through the door. “What’s the doctor saying? Is it going to take time?”

Sienna’s blood turned to ice. Her eyes shot wide open. “Shit,” she hissed, tugging at the restraints. “Adrian, untie me—quick!”

But he didn’t move. Not right away. He looked up at her from between her thighs, lips glistening, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “No.”

“Adrian!”

He leaned in, kissed her inner thigh slowly, licking her. “You told me to lick you. You didn’t say anything about stopping.”

Another knock—sharper this time.

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