Page 57 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

I approached him quietly, not wanting to disturb the reverie that seemed to envelop him. The city's lights were beginning to flicker to life, creating a mosaic of colors that danced across his face.

His presence, like an anchor in the chaos of the urban world, grounded me.

“Hey,” I said softly, as I reached out to touch his shoulder. Henry turned to look at me, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He didn’t seem too upset or sad at my distance, but he looked relaxed. As he continued to stare up at me, I couldn't help but return his smile.

“What are you doing up?” His voice was soft and resounding at the same time.

“Nothing. I woke up and I couldn't find you in the room, so I decided to come outside.”

Henry lowered his gaze to my hand on his shoulder and took it in his hand while rising to his feet.

“We should probably go inside,” he said. “I don’t want you to do something you’ll later regret.”

He took my hand turning to go inside, I started to protest, and he paused. “Who told you I’ll regret this?”

His gaze fell on my lips again.

“You want to stay out? Bloody hell, it's cold.” Yes, the weather was beginning to change into a cold winter, but it wasn’t snowing yet, only waves of cold were beginning to blow from antarctica.

“Not too cold. Besides, you've been out here all these while. You aren’t cold, are you?”

“No, I am not.” Henry still had a grasp of his senses. He looked up from my lips and into my eyes.

He let go of my hand. “What’s this? Amelia? You barely spoke to me for days, now you want us to get down?”

I moved even closer. I bit his lips seductively, and he became speechless. My words were cut short as Henry's lips covered mine in a hot, bruising kiss. He pushed his tongue past my lips, forcing them to part, the kiss both searing and seething. Henry wrapped one hand around my waist and drew me closer to him, using the other one to pull at the tendrils of my hair. I whimpered tears formed in my eyes. I could feel his anger burning through the kiss.

Our lips fused, his pressure aggressive and fierce. He bit slightly at my lower lip, and I moaned painfully, pushing him away and breaking the kiss.

“Don't ever do that again,” Henry drawled, his eyes tinted and grew darker.

I moved away from him. I could feel my lips burning where he bit me. Henry must have noticed me drawing back because his expression softened, and he reached out to touch me. But I swatted his hands away.

“Amelia, you’re so intoxicating.”

“Am I?”

He caught my hand and pulled me closer. He used his index finger to lift my head so that I was staring up at him; unconsciously, I licked my lips. What I could think of at the moment was revenge. I twisted my body so I was facing him full on and cupping his face in my hands. Standing on tiptoes, my eyes never leaving him, I placed my lips gently on his.

At first I could feel him hesitating, as our lips merged. I sucked at his lower lips, nipping and pulling at it. He moaned with every twisting of my tongue and every touch of my fingers on his half- exposed chest. His hands traveled along my back, kneading my ass cheeks through the smooth silky satin gown I was wearing. I moaned into his mouth, increasing the ferocity of the kiss. I broke the kiss momentarily and hurriedly started taking off his joggers. Who walked around the house shirtless and expected me not to get heated up? I had no time to think about who could be around the house and didn't give Henry any room to protest as I pushed him.

I continued the onslaught on his lips, sifting in his hair for God knows what. I bit one of his ears, then the other, proceeding to his neck, before lowering myself to his chest. All the while running my palms along his hard body. I got to his waist region and paused, raising my head to meet his eyes. Henry had a frenzied look, causing muffled sounds and incoherent words to escaped his mouth. These were my cues for him to continue.

I took off his underwear, moving it past his feet. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him.

Gently, I touched his hardness, letting my fingers rub at the roughness of his shaft. Henry twitched as my hands caressed him, and I could both feel and hear the loud heaving of his chest.

His breathing grew harsh when I lowered my head and slowly let my tongue taste his tip. He tasted salty. He sucked in his breath harshly as I continued, gradually pulling him into my mouth. Head first, I swallowed the whole of him into my mouth. Henry jerked as I continued to swirl my tongue around him, taking his shaft in and out of my mouth, sucking and licking. His pleasant cries were like an encouragement for me to go on, coupled with his hand making fist in my hair.

His cries intensified with every effort of suction. Every time I raise my head, Henry pinned me down, holding me in place. I stroked him with my palms, never stopping to suck and lick him deliciously. I increased my pace when I felt the current passing through his body. I knew he was just about to reach the edge. Henry's fist tightened in my hair, and he began pulsating violently, his hands leaving my hair and grabbing at my shoulders. I didn't stop stroking him, and he released warm liquid on my hands. It was moments later before the ecstasy passed, and his grip on my shoulders had reduced.

Chapter twenty-five

"Do All You Can"

Henry

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