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The Billionaire's Past (His Submissive #10)(8)
Author: Ava Claire

He wanted me to say his name.

I looked into his eyes. I was lost to him.

"Jacob."

The smile broadened as he pulled me toward him and wrapped his lips around mine. He was warm, his touch imploring. Sensual. His tongue didn't command, not yet. He swept it over mine, flicks as he kissed me, deep moans of satisfaction echoing through me as he cradled my face.

I remained still, savoring, loving the way I could feel his passion and desire rippling through his kiss. Washing over me. Possessing me. Everything was heightened. The way my fingertips trembled as I moved closer, tossing aside the sheets. My arms drew up; taking in the way his muscles flexed as I locked them around his neck and pulled him in. He let out a chuckle at my actions. Me thrusting my br**sts into his chest like I had any control over any of this. Like I could up the ante. The fact that my body belonged to him, snapping to life when he gave me a single look was proof that he was in control. I was Jacob’s. His alone.

His lips swept over mine, slow, teasing as he pulled back. Not far enough that I would protest, but far enough that my lips quivered and missed his touch.

“You have no idea how sexy that is,” he said huskily, blue eyes darkening with heat. His fingertips spread along the line of my neck, fanning out before they tightened. Not tight enough to hurt or cut the air from my lungs. Breathing was irrelevant anyway. I stopped breathing as soon as he started stripping me down with his eyes.

He still had that effect on me. Even after all this time.

His fingertips branded me, making an invisible impression as he brought his lips down to kiss the trail he made with his hand.

“Seeing you like this. Wild--” He drug his teeth along the sensitive strip of flesh. “--All mine.”

My skin was on fire and when he started tracing lines, swirling his tongue, I threw my head back with abandon, dark curls dancing down my back.

“Oh Jacob.” I moaned, a long, lusty thing that poured out of my mouth. He reclaimed my lips, like he needed to taste me again. Taste my need. His hands locked in my hair, taking a handful, tugging as his tongue no longer hinted at what he wanted. It dove between my lips, slicking over mine before it dueled, daring me to go faster and demand more.

So I did. I rose up on my knees, raking my hands through his hair, my hair spilling down as I buried my tongue in his mouth. My body ached because I was straddling him, wanting other things to be buried. To spread wide. To give him all of me.

I could feel his curve of approval, snug, fighting against the slip of cotton that did nothing to hide his bulge. I rolled my h*ps and he let out a groan that said I wasn’t playing fair.

Punishment was swift and delicious.

He spun me around, bucking me down onto the mattress. I looked at all the tight lines and squares of his chest and abdomen, eyes racing down to the dark curls that angled toward his erection. He speared through his boxer briefs, promising that he wanted and needed this as badly as me. I brought my hands to the band of his underwear, hooking my thumb inside and started pulling it downward. He stopped me, gripping my wrists and vaulted them up and over my head.

He leaned down, eyes flashing with all the things he wanted to do to me.

“Not yet.”

I let out a muffled whine that fluttered behind my lips, giving him my best puppy dog eyes.

His eyes twinkled with mischief as he clucked his tongue. “Cute, but ineffective.”

He released my hands, knowing that I’d keep them where he left them. Even when he started trailing his hands down, fingers sliding over my collarbone before they drew between the valley of my cle**age. He cut toward my breast, stopping before he returned to the center, stroking the seam. Close to my curve...back. Alternating sides...back. When I hitched a breath, I saw him looking at my lips.

He was listening for those little gasps.

I stuck my tongue out at him and one side of his mouth tipped upward. He kept his eyes on my lips and I let out as sigh as he cupped my breast in his palm. The sigh changed into a loud gasp when he pinched my nipple. Nothing compared to that slice of pain that vibrated through the delicious pleasure. The wetness that grew, my juices coating my lower lips. Making me writhe.

But his hands weren’t done. Jacob smoothed down my abdomen before his hand rested solidly over my sex.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he murmured, looking down at me, the smirk nowhere and in its place, nothing but fire. An animal desire flooded me as he split the lips of me and thrust his finger inside. The abrupt invasion sent shockwaves sizzling through me and I vaulted my body upward to meet the next stroke, savoring the way my body clenched around his finger. I closed my eyes as he added another, my body adjusting to him.

“Your eyes, Leila.”

I popped them open and he stared down at me, lips parted, trembling as I hitched a breath when he went deeper. It was more than just his hand. His eyes rocked in and out.

He drew his hand out and drove his pelvis into me, showing me that I wasn’t the only one losing it. Showing me what came next. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to touch him.

He arched a dark eyebrow, giving me a look like he could see inside my head. “What do you want, Leila?”

“You,” I whispered.

His eyes glowed. “Show me.”

I yanked my arms down and wasted no time pulling off his boxer briefs, eyes taking in the veiny, thick bulge of him as it snapped free. I took him in my hand, sweeping my thumb over the slit in the head, licking my lips when I felt the desire seep from him. I gazed up at my lover, my fiancé, and slowly slid my hand up and down his length.

His eyes closed and I saw the lust ripple across his face.

I tightened my hold and his eyes popped open and he growled. Literally growled.

And it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

He threw my legs wider, moving in the space between them. Muscular arms flexed on both sides of me as he leaned forward and I could feel him pulsing at my entrance.

He watched me intently as I squirmed beneath him. Feeling how close he was to being inside. How close I was to being whole.

He moved one hand to his groin, holding it steady. Right there. So close that I was practically begging.

His eyes pinned me in place. “Tell me you want me.”

My mouth was dry from all the moaning and it came out as a croak. “I want you.”’

“Louder.”

“I want you!”

He entered me and I clasped him, those three words everything, filling me as completely as every new stroke. He looked down at me as he went deeper, the wildness racing across his features, settling on his lips.

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