Page 78 of Dominant Billionaire's Irresistible Possession

Adrian’s gaze flickered, the mask slipping. He looked away from her, his eyes lowering to the floor, then drifting to the window, jaw tight.

“Go to bed,” he muttered. “You don’t look well.”

Sienna groaned softly, leaning into him, resting her forehead against his chest. His scent wrapped around her and soothed her, if only slightly.

Adrian’s arm wrapped around her immediately. All the jealousy and anger he felt vanished in an instant. His hand reached up, brushing her hair gently off her face, his fingers surprisingly tender for a man so cold.

He tilted her chin up, leaning down to her lips.

“Adrian,” she whispered, “my head hurts.”

He stopped, his fingers loosening around her chin. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I’ll take care of it,” he said quietly. “Let me rub it for you.”

He bent down and lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the bed.

He laid her down gently, then pulled off his shirt. Her eyes widened, blinking up at him. His muscles rippled under the soft light, each movement full of silent strength.

She sat up, and her fingers reached behind her dress, tugging the zipper down slowly. The dress slipped off her body, followed by her undergarments. She looked at him with soft, inviting eyes, her hands reaching out.

“Adrian,” she whispered, her voice full of longing.

23 More, Adrian

That was all it took.

He stripped off his pants, then his boxers, letting them fall to the floor. He was on the bed the next second, his self-control slipping completely. Seeing her like this—naked, vulnerable, reaching for him—snapped his control.

Adrian crawled over her slowly, like a predator savoring the moment, his hands planted on either side of her head, eyes locked on hers like she was the only thing that existed. His chest brushed against hers, skin against skin, warmth against warmth. Her breath hitched as the heat of him settled over her like a stormcloud waiting to burst.

“I’m going to be gentle,” he murmured, brushing his lips along her jaw, her temple, her forehead. “Just relax.”

“Mmhmm,” she closed her eyes, letting his words melt into her. His voice was low, gravelly, laced with restraint and something darker beneath, something aching. The tenderness in him was so deep it made her chest tighten.

He pressed soft kisses across her face, then down the curve of her neck. His breath was warm and slow, and every kiss dragged heat through her veins. His hands moved with reverence, skimming over her shoulders, down the slope of her arms, stroking her like she was made of silk and glass.

When his fingers found her temples, he started to rub slow, steady circles, easing the tension he felt thrumming in her.

“Oh…,” she sighed, a soft sound of relief and arousal curling into the air between them. But he didn’t stop there. His thumbs drifted down the sides of her face, and then his mouth followed, kissing her cheeks, her jawline, her neck again, open-mouthed now.

The massage turned into a trail of kisses, each one lower than the last, until he was kissing along her collarbone, then the tops of her breasts.

“Ah…” her body arched into him.

His lips wrapped around one nipple, warm and slow, his tongue swirling in lazy, soft circles until it pebbled beneath the attention of his mouth. He suckled gently, drawing it in with soft, rhythmic pulls, the sound wet and tender in the quiet heat between them. Then he grazed the sensitive nub with his teeth, just enough to make her gasp and arch into him.

“More, Adrian,” Sienna moaned, her voice breathy, needy. Her hand slid into the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, caressing the nape of his neck with trembling strokes. She held him there, not to control him—but to beg him, to anchor herself to the pleasure building inside her.

Adrian groaned softly against her skin, the sound muffled by her breast. He wanted nothing more than to give her what she craved. To give her everything.

He sucked deeper, no longer soft and teasing. His tongue moved with hunger now, rolling over the peak of her nipple, then drawing it fully into his mouth in greedy pulls. He moaned into her flesh like she was something he couldn’t get enough of.

His free hand slid up the curve of her other breast, palm wide and hot as he cupped it. His thumb brushed over the untouched nipple, and then his fingers closed around it, rolling and pinching it gently, bringing it to the same aching hardness.

“Ahhh…,” a shuddering moan left her lips, eyes clenching in pleasure.

With a low, rough sound from deep in his chest, he pulled both her breasts together, pressing the soft, heavy mounds close until her nipples nearly touched. Then, burying his face between them, he licked a slow line from one to the other, his tongue flicking across both tips before he suckled the other nipple with just as much intensity. He switched between them, dragging his mouth across the soft valley of her chest, leaving a warm, wet trail.

Sienna whimpered beneath him, her back arching, thighs tightening around his hips.

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