Page 51 of Pregnant and Stolen by the Tycoon

When he raised his head, his eyes were molten with overpowering emotion. Emotion she wasn’t averse to opening herself up to. To sharing with him because he was directly partnered in this phenomenal event.

The cadence of his caress shifted, the hand moving over her stomach less searching, more...targeted at a different kind of exploration.

‘Wh-what are you doing? Is this another social cue I’m unaware of?’ Her voice was breathless because they were still wrapped up in feeling their baby kick. Not because...not because other sensations were swirling around them, intensifying with each passing second. Sensations she wanted to dive headlong into, they were so alluringly potent.

‘I should hope so. What is happening is that I’m a red-blooded man,mi dulce. The sight of the woman who has just agreed to take my name—my woman—ripe with my child, turns me on. I’m not going to apologise for it. Especially when you’re this breathtaking with it.’

‘Seve...’

‘Sí?’he drawled as his hand moved to her hip, slowly bunching up the flimsy material of her dress in his strong fist and drawing it up her body. ‘Tell me you don’t like this,’ he demanded as he walked her a short distance to the bare wall of his study.

‘I...can’t.’ The unvarnished truth. Because she liked his hands on her. It was mind-altering. Comparable only to the euphoria of spinning an elusive code into being.

He tilted his head, aligning his face against hers until his stubble teased her skin, his steady exhale brushing her earlobe. ‘Tell me you don’t want this,’ he breathed, starting a delicious shiver that shimmered down her neck all the way to her toes.

‘I... I...’ She moaned when his fingers whispered over the top edge of her panties. ‘I do. I want it.’

With a gruff sound of satisfaction, he dragged the blunt edges of his nails over the skin above her panty line, eliciting a shaken gasp. Her eyes squeezed shut as decadent sensation washed over her.

‘Another first for us,pequeña. I too have done my research. Pregnant women are extra sensitive. And I’ve been dying to experience that first-hand.’

Before she could respond, his fingers were delving beneath the soft cotton, seeking her very needy, very wet centre. Finding it, he released a torrent of Cardosian her brain translated as praise and satisfaction and sheer pleasure at her unfettered response.

Genie sagged in his hold, her back braced against the wall and her head falling forward to rest on his shoulder as his fingers boldly explored her. Minutes passed when he teased and tormented with shallow thrusts and feathery touches.

‘Seve,’ she half moaned, half protested.

‘Shh,mi hermosa flor, you will be allowed to bloom in due time,’ he growled against her ear, then caught her lobe between his teeth. ‘For now, let me explore. Let me pleasure you.’

She trembled, her breaths gasping as two fingers breached her feminine centre, stretching her channel as he finally satisfied her craving.

‘Seve!’

‘Ah,querida. You’re just as gloriously tight as I remember. I can’t wait to feel you again when you beg me to claim you.’

Thepleasetrembled on her tongue right then.

Genie didn’t know where she found the strength to bite it back. Perhaps she didn’t. Perhaps she was rendered mute by the fingers thrusting inside her, finding and stroking that secret bundle of nerves deep inside, at the same time his thumb circled her clitoris and the arm holding her up relocated to her neck, firmly tilting her head up to meet his fiery kiss.

The triple sensation was too much.Far too much.

With a muted scream he swallowed as his due, Genie came apart in his arms, succumbing to the transcendent chemistry cascading through her body, transporting her to bliss.

Eyes still shut, she realised a long minute later that the floating sensation was Seve carrying her across the room, spreading her out on his sofa. When she dragged her eyes open, it was to find him poised over her, his ferocious gaze devouring every twitch and shiver.

‘You’re so beautiful when you come,’ he said thickly. Then stunned her by reaching for her sodden panties and dragging them off her body. ‘One more,querida. I need one more.’

And swift on the heels of one climax, Genie found herself racing towards another when he dropped to his knees and delighted her with his mouth. She was still gasping in release when he disentangled her fingers from his hair and kissed his way up her body.

God, what he did to her was addictive.

Too addictive.

She couldn’t fall under this spell, too. ‘This can’t happen again,’ she blurted.

His eyes darkened. ‘What?’

‘This. Sex. It can’t be part of our marriage.’ She needed to retainsomecontrol.

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