Kian (Undercover Billionaire, #1)(42)

Anger and pleasure rode side by side inside him, making him have something to prove. She was his, had always been his, and he was more than determined to prove why. He’d been the first to take her, and something primal was overriding his normal senses.

He added two fingers and pumped them inside her body as she said his name over and over again. She screamed as he lapped up her release, but he didn’t relent. He wanted it all; he wanted her too sated to ever fight him again. She was his, and he owned her pleasure.

“I . . . I can’t,” she cried out as he sucked her flesh, pumping in and out of her.

“Give me your pleasure,” he demanded when he let go of her flesh long enough to speak. She cried out again when his lips clamped over her quivering mound again and his tongue lapped at the sensitive spot.

She writhed on the bed beneath him and then cried out as her core clamped hard and fast over his fingers, making it difficult for him to move them within her. She whimpered as he kept going, kept giving and giving until she couldn’t possibly take another second.

Roxie whimpered and tried to pull from him, her body too sensitive. Kian wouldn’t let her go, holding on to her thigh as he tasted her over and over again. He’d never get enough of her taste, never be done with her. This was far from over.

He took his time tormenting her, building her pleasure again until he was nearly out of his mind. And then he couldn’t take it another second. He had to be buried inside her.

At this moment, he was grateful there were condoms in the room. A lot of people used this space, which was why they had fresh linens you had to change the beds with when you were done. He’d never before used it, but he was grateful now.

Reaching into a small drawer, he pulled out protection and quickly slid it on, never taking his eyes from Roxie as she twisted on the bed, seeking out his touch, her legs still wide open, her body knowing it needed the ultimate fulfillment of him buried deep inside her.

Kian wouldn’t disappoint her. He pushed her back on the bed and climbed over the top of her, lining their bodies up perfectly. Her face was damp and flushed, her hair wet with her hot pleasure. He buried one hand in her hair, and the other gripped her hip as he positioned her perfectly.

He was too out of his mind to make this slow and sweet. “Look at me,” he demanded, and her eyes slowly lifted open.

Kian pushed forward, burying himself deep within her heat, making her eyes flash the rest of the way open as she gaped at him in awe and wonder. It was the same look she’d given him the first time he’d buried himself deep within her. Then, there’d also been a flash of pain, but she’d slowly adjusted to his girth, and then it had all been about pleasure. So much pleasure.

The next day when he’d seen her walking funny, he’d been concerned. She’d turned shades of red he hadn’t known were possible, and he hadn’t left her alone until she’d explained what was wrong. She’d told him she was sore from the sex. Pride had filtered through him as he realized he’d pleasured her so deeply, she’d been marked. He wanted to mark her again, make sure when she walked away, her body screamed his name.

Kian was nearly delirious as he moved faster, his body pounding into hers as he said her name, as he looked at her flushed face, as he leaned down and ran his tongue over her swollen bottom lip she’d been biting.

Then, with a gentleness he didn’t think possible, he closed his lips over hers. He moved them, firm and demanding and then gentle and soothing. He told her without words what she had meant to him, and the hold she’d always had over him. He was hers in this moment as much as she was his, and this one woman had the power to destroy him. He hated her a little for that, and he loved her, too, but it wasn’t something he’d admit.

He could have her body anytime he wanted. That knowledge was heady in its intensity, and it made him lose the last grip of control he had. His lips clamped over hers as he possessed her mouth and her core.

He drove inside her over and over again until she shattered, until her body gripped him without yield. And then he let go with her, each of their cries consumed by the other as they shook in each other’s arms. The orgasm went on for an endless time, and Kian felt close to passing out when the last of his pleasure faded.

He sank against her scorching flesh, his face buried against her neck. Their breathing was erratic and harsh in the quiet room. It was a perfect moment in time before the storm of reality could hit them.

Both of them dozed in and out of consciousness for the next few moments, and then Kian felt her squirm beneath him. He knew his weight was too much for her to take for long. He shifted over to his side, his hand drifting against her hot flesh.

She squirmed beside him, then placed her hand against his. He felt more than heard her intake of breath, as if she was trying to come up with the right words to say. He was silent, deciding he wasn’t going to help her worm her way out of this. She’d wanted it as much as he had.

“Kian?” she said, his name coming out a question.

“I would hope you know the name of the man you just got done having sex with,” he said with humor.

“Of course I know it’s you.” She sounded slightly irritated. “I was just trying to find the right words, and you’ve helped me,” she added.

“Oh, really. What are the right words?” he asked. He was too sated to care about whatever complaint she planned on making.