Page 103 of Contract of a Billionaire
“No, I failed you,” I claimed. “I don’t want us to live in the past anymore. We have each other now. We start over. Focus on our present. Our future. The three of us. My parents. Branka. A family.”
He leaned closer and his nose touched mine, his mouth was a breath away from mine.
“I love you, Alessandro.” A rough sound rumbled in his chest. “I don’t want to waste any more time.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words.” His admission warmed my chest. His forehead came to mine and his eyes bore into me, conveying so much but he said nothing else.
“Make love to me,” I murmured. “Please.”
The words were out before I realized it. Not that I wanted to take them back. It was never making love for us. It was hunger, craving, ripping clothes off. I wasn’t sure what making love was. But maybe we could learn. Together.
“If I make love to you, Autumn, there’ll be no going back. I’ll be the last man ever to touch you. The last man to feel your pussy. The last man to feel your lips, your skin.” His grip tightened. “You’ll belong to me. Every single piece of you will be mine. I gave you up once. I won’t do it again.”
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.
It wasn’t a declaration of love. But it was a start. Four years ago, he warned me he didn’t make love. The fact that he was willing to try spoke volumes.
“You can have all of me.” He deserved it. I wanted to give it to him, because it was all I ever wanted. “On one condition,” I added.
“I want the same from you,” I rasped. “I’ll be the last woman to touch you, kiss you, feel your nice bad boy ass.” His smile just about stole my breath away. “I’m all yours and you’re all mine.”
Before I could even blink, he had me flipped on my back against the mattress.
“Alessandro,” I squealed.
His mouth pressed against my lips before another word could come out. His kisses burned a path down my neck.
Rough. Bruising. Consuming.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Autumn.” My heart was beating so hard, I feared it would explode. “You and Kol. The three of us.”
“I love you,” I whispered.
His hand slid over my hip, then his finger hooked on my panties. “I love white on you.”
Heat consumed every inch of my skin. My bra followed.
“I want you to buy me new panties,” I murmured, my mouth searching for his. Urgent. Wet. My tongue met his and I moaned with need. My hips ground against him, mirroring every thrust and glide of our tongues.
It was all he needed. I barely had time to blink. His boxers were off before he pushed inside me in one powerful thrust, filling me to the hilt. I moaned, he groaned.
I had forgotten how big he was. We were both shaking with the intensity of it.
“Home,” he hissed against my neck. My palms pressed against his spine and a shudder rolled down his back. “I’m finally home.”
My pulse thrummed between my legs. He sucked on my tongue as he eased out and then back inside. Pleasure burned through my bloodstream and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Four years without his touch, I’d probably burst any moment.
“God, it feels so good,” I breathed. Both of us lowered our eyes and watched his length disappear in and out of me.
“I won’t be able to go easy,” he rasped.
“C-condom… we need a condom,” I moaned as he pushed inside me.
“I’m clean.”
“Same,” I breathed, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. “T-that’s not… Oh, God.” He thrust deep inside me. I could feel him stretching me, hitting my spot. “We need to be responsible.”
“I want more kids.” Another thrust. Hard and deep. Our heavy breaths filled the space between us. “You?”
