Page 70 of Heart of Stone (Dark Billionaires)

When she tried to wrap her arms around his neck, he pinned them above her head, letting his other hand roam over her body at a leisurely pace.

Kate let out a little moan as his hands skated across her breasts, never staying in one spot long enough to enjoy. “Please.”

He ground his hips into her, his erectionjustmanaging to graze her clit. Kate opened her legs, needing more, but his smirk was cruel as he dragged her roughly towards the bed.

She loved it. The roughness. The aggression. The primitive need to be overpowered.

Andfuck, did Warren do it well.

He threw her on the bed with a snarl, but Kate barely had a second before he was on her again. He wrenched open her blouse, sending buttons scattering across the room.

“Stop ruining my bloody clothes,” she panted, lifting her hips so he could yank down her jeans—and her underwear with them.

Warren grabbed her chin. “You’re lucky I give you any fucking clothes to wear at all, kitten. You’re lucky I don’t spread your legs and tie you to the bed so you’re ready for me to take any time I want.”

The image had her moaning, but then he hooked his hands behind her knees and bent them back. Spreading her wide, just as he’d promised. “Like this?” she whispered.

“Justlike this,” Warren nodded, his eyes poring over her exposed flesh. “You’re glistening for me already. My pretty pink kitten.” He looked back to the bedroom door. “I could use you however I wanted. And there would be nothing you could do to stop it.”

Kate’s head fell back against the pillows, whimpering. Fucking hell.Why does that turn me on so much? Why is that so fucking hot?

“Would you like that?”

Slowly, she nodded.

“Good girl,” his voice slipped over her skin like warm honey. “Now stay like this. Spread wide for me.”

She nodded again, desperate to surface from the lake of desire in which she was drowning. She felt like a cat in heat as she watched Warren’s clothes fall to the floor, piece by piece. Was it possible to be driven mad by bliss? She feltempty, needing to feel him inside her. “I need you. I need you. Ineedyou.”

When he stood bare before her, she admired him from between her thighs. As beautiful as she remembered. As savage as she needed. Beneath the trail of jet black hair leading down his navel, her attention caught on the soft inclines carved into his hips. A bottleneck for her gaze. And below, his cock proudly jutted forward, hard and wanting.

“Take me,” she begged. “I’m yours.”

“Fuck, kitten. You are so very, very beautiful.” He smirked. “Especially when you beg.” He ran his hands over her thighs as though he were a pilgrim tracing his hands over some sacred monument, savouring every inch of her skin.

Then he descended, falling over her to press her back into the bed. She delighted at the feel of his naked body against hers, his cock propped against her opening. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed a gentle kiss against his lips.

“I need to taste you again, to see every inch of you,” he murmured desperately. “It’s all I can think about.”

Warren carried the kiss down her neck and in between her breasts. His lips continued their downward path, claiming between her legs with the enthusiasm of a lover returning home from months at sea. Her cheeks burned as he inhaled her scent greedily, his nose pressing into her curls. Growling his approval, Warren parted her legs with his hands and her folds with his tongue. He lapped at her clit eagerly, filling the room with her moans. His arms wrapped around her legs, running his hand along her skin reverently. She cried out as Warren alternated the speed and intensity of his caresses, his tongue swirling around every inch of every corner as she begged for more.

When she was almost overwhelmed with pleasure, he allowed his fingers to glide inside her again, fluttering as she arched her back. Warren moved faster and faster; holding her firmer as she fought to move with the utter bliss he was giving her.

Kate found a strange duality there; her hips fought furiously to move with her pleasure, but the tighter he held her the hotter her arousal burned. She wanted to fight, but she also wanted to be overpowered.

Because she was free. Free to want. Free to explore. Free to need.

Panting, she fisted his hair, holding him in place even as her hips attempted to move with his rhythm. Kate chanced a look down and moaned; the sight of his dark hair dancing between her thighs was overwhelmingly alluring.

His emerald eyes hooked her. Intensely. Adoringly. A wantonness rose within her, slyly meeting his gaze. In response, she raised an emboldened eyebrow and tightened her hand in his hair. A wordless challenge.Don’t you have something to be concentrating on?

Warren snarled in satisfaction, a grin dancing behind his arousal. Every rough sound of enjoyment that tore through his throat sent vibrations to her clit as she climbed higher and higher. The edge was right there, she could almost feel it. Warren was taking her there; his tongue against her, his fingers inside her.

She was lost.

Kate cried out as she came, the waves of pleasure crashing against her at such a relentless pace she fought to catch her breath. Warren didn’t seem to have the same problem. He fuelled her pleasure, until she was so sensitive she couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Stop,” she gasped, her chest heaving as it fought to drag air into her lungs. “Jesus Christ,” she smiled faintly, her eyes half closed as Warren straightened above her with a smug look of masculine satisfaction.

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