Page 107 of Contract of a Billionaire
I nipped her clit, then pushed my fingers in hard. She was so fucking tight, her walls clenching around my fingers.
“Oh my God, Alessandro,” she cried. “I- I’m gonna… “
I pushed my fingers back in until I was knuckles deep inside her. “That’s right, love. Let it go.”
A shudder rolled through her, her eyes on me, watching me full of lust as I lowered my head again and ate her up, savoring her. Her back bowed off the bed as she cried out my name, her fingers fisting in my hair.
Her whole body vibrated with the force of her orgasm. I rose and made my way up her body, taking her mouth. Letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Then in one thrust, I pushed deep inside her. Her loud moan traveled up my spine, and I started thrusting into her, faster and faster, until the only sounds were our ragged breathing. Flesh slapping against flesh. She was my heaven. I fucked her so rough and hard, I feared I’d break her. Bruise her.
“Don’t fucking stop,” she moaned with a tiny growl. Even if I wanted to stop, I wouldn’t be able to. And I didn’t want to stop fucking her. I watched her pleasure glazed eyes, her mouth urging me to go faster and deeper.
She shattered as another orgasm slammed into her, her pussy clenching me tightly until I came apart, spurting my cum into her pussy. I shuddered against her, kissing her mouth, her nose, her forehead.
Fuck, I hoped she’d get pregnant so she’d wed me sooner.
As I came down, I found Autumn’s lips curved into a soft smile. “That was love making, right?”
I dropped my forehead to hers. “Yes, it was.”
Her smile turned wider, but her eyes fluttered shut. “I knew it.”
A soft snore sounded and amusement filled me. Maybe I shouldn’t have woken her. I’d been keeping her awake late into the night most days tasting every inch of her. She’d start touching me. I’d start touching her. It was as if we tried to make up for the last four years.
I pulled her closer to me and she curled into me, murmuring something unintelligible.
Seven days.
It had been seven days since Autumn and Kol became part of my household.
I watched the woman who’d filled my every waking thought for the past four years sleep in my arms, and I still couldn’t believe she was with me. We hadn’t talked about the blackmail anymore. She agreed to marry me but asked not to rush it.
Now that I was so close to having her, I worried about losing her. The itch to force her to take my name still clawed at me, but I ignored it. I’d wait for her to set the date. I wanted to go about it right.
For her. For our son.
The sun hadn’t risen yet, but years of insomnia were hard to break. I rose out of bed and strode to the window. I watched her sleep as I lit up a cigarette. The habit had grown worse since she walked away four years ago.
The need for the smoke had diminished since she’d been back. She seemed to be the only cure I needed. She and Kol. When we were together, I forgot about the fucked up past. With her, I had a family.
Branka, Autumn, Kol, and I. Although, I couldn’t quite get a read on my sister. Something troubled her. She wasn’t happy about this wedding arrangement, but her lack of protest puzzled me. I couldn’t quite figure it out.
Slowly the sun rose and cast its rays over Autumn in my bed. It still seemed surreal. Autumn Corbin slept in my bed. Willingly. The sheet came up to her waist and the rays radiated over her smooth, creamy skin. That gorgeous jet-black hair sprawled out on the pillow and the sun reflected in that too.
After four years of restlessness and rage, I finally found peace. And fuck it, I was scared to lose it. Lose her because now I knew how life without her would be.
Bleak. Pointless.
But my lifestyle still stood between us. She was saving the world; I was corrupting it. We’d need to come clean on our path forward sooner or later.
Extinguishing the half smoked cigarette, I headed for the kitchen to fix breakfast. Little Kol loved scrambled eggs. The best part of my day were mornings when we all sat around together eating breakfast and nights when I buried myself inside my woman.
I started with the coffee maker. My lips curved up into a smile remembering how cranky Autumn got yesterday before she had her coffee. She was a coffee addict alright.
I started the bean grinder when a pair of soft hands wrapped around my waist from behind and that unique scent enveloped me. Her touch always sent a small shudder through my spine. I fucking lived for her touch.
I turned around and she pressed her face into my chest.
