The Mogul's Reluctant Bride - Book Two (Billionaire Brides of Granite Falls)

by Ana E Ross

  “My turn,” he groaned past the constriction in his lungs as her fingers slipped from inside her and her grip on the back of his head relaxed.

  With Kaya trapped in the throes of her climax, Bryce pushed to his feet. He lifted her off the sofa, pulled off her wet thongs, and tossed them on her gown as he took the few stumbling steps toward the stage and ramp.

  “I want you like this.” He laid her face down on the ramp, her upper body sloping downward away from him, and her lower half on the incline, her palatable derrière nice and high and in perfect alignment with his groin. Dear Lord. Bryce groaned as his gaze skidded across Kaya’s body laid out vulnerably before him. She was a work of divine art. Unable to help himself, he knelt behind her, splayed his hands across her cheeks and bending over, he literally kissed her sweet ass.

  “Ooh,” she murmured, turning her head to gaze back at him, her hair cascading down the side of the ramp like a silky cloud. She looked like a woman who was made simply for lovemaking, for the pleasure of one man, and that man was he. Bryce saw no fear in her, only love, surrender, trust, and passion. Lots of passion, burning brightly in her eyes. It made him long for things, wish for things that he’d been denied for too long.

  “Take me,” she whispered, licking her rosy lips and wiggling her buttocks at him.

  His sex slapped against his stomach like an impatient, agitated snake, anxious to strike.

  Straightening up, he edged closer to her and nudged her thighs apart with his knee. He shuddered as his thighs brushed the silky upper curve of hers. He reached forward, and with one hand on the small of her back pressing her into the cushiony ramp, he guided himself with the other. He felt her tremble as his head knocked against her opening, as if asking for permission to enter but not waiting for a response.

  Moans rumbled from both their throats as he slid into her tight heat as far as he dared go. He felt her slick flesh part for him, then contract around him, holding him snugly in its velvet prison. He held her hips in place as he pulled back and pushed forward, easing in a couple more inches.

  “I want all of you. Don’t hold back.” She slid carefully and slowly back and forth on him like a lust-injected wench.

  Bryce glanced down to the electrifying sight of his sex buried halfway inside her. It was pure bliss, enthralling esthetic bliss to see the darker length of his masculine sex protruding from the softer, lighter swell of her womanhood. A series of fiery tingles raced up and down his spine as her heat wrapped around him, burning up his flesh. “As you wish, love.”

  Tightening his hold on her hips, Bryce withdrew completely and rubbed his tip in circular motions around her opening, along her spread lips and up toward her little swollen knob, tickling it with his tip. He repeated the action several times and when she began to moan and push back for more, letting him know she was ready, he pressed against her entrance, swung forward on her backward thrust, and plunged deep.

  She let out a spiral scream, then another. Her legs jerked up in reflex, her heels slapping into his buttocks, her hands reaching back to press against his stomach as if to push him away.

  Unfortunately for her, her reaction drew her slippery passage tighter, increasing the friction between their flesh and his heart-stopping pleasure. A team of wild horses couldn’t drag Bryce away. The animal in him had been released and he held her down, flexed his buttocks and kept forging forward until he felt his tip of his shaft hit bottom and the wet opening of her flesh kiss the hairs on his groin. She had it all.

  He uttered a low groan and closed his eyes against the force of the passion that rolled over him. He was deep inside her womb. He felt every quiver of her trembling body burning up each and every inch of his sex packed inside her. Bryce didn’t think he’d ever been this deep inside a woman before, and the thrilling sensations sent hot tides of passion swirling around him, hypnotizing him to the point of dizziness.

  He forced himself to breathe calmly enough to savor the feel of her silken heat, spreading, squeezing him so exquisitely tight. Kaya’s bravery in opening herself to him, giving him complete control of her body, had awakened a sense of power in Bryce that he never knew existed. Kaya had crowned him King of Passion.

  But he had hurt her, he thought as she quivered under him. As her whimpers rose above the music, Bryce leaned over her and rested his chest on her back, his arms over hers, making his upper body one with hers, relishing the head-to-toe, skin-to-skin connection they shared.

  “I’m sorry, darling,” he said, his heart breaking at the tears streaming from her eyes.

  She moaned on a quiver, her eyes glued shut, her mouth slightly parted as she panted from a mixture of pleasure and pain.

  Intimate addict that he was, Bryce gathered Kaya in his arms and drew her further into his body, loving the feel of her damp skin melting into his. He kissed the side of her face and the corner of her mouth as he began to rock tenderly against her, kneading his groin into her buttocks, around and around in an undulating wave-like action. He stayed with her, locked in a timeless haven of delight until he felt her muscles relax around him and her breath—warm and moist against his cheek—deepen, as her pain melted into desire. Finally, she began to dance with him in a sea of ultra-sensual ecstasy, her mouth opening as deep sexual sounds radiated from inside her and resonated through him like a mating call of the wild.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby. That’s it,” he whispered as her body welcomed him and merged with his in the most intimate, sensual dance of his life. She rolled with him in a beautiful cadence, heightening his passion as the deepest part of her body gently and lovingly caressed all of him.

  “Oh, Kaya, you’re so beautiful, so lovely, so exquisite. Yes, yes…”

  Her pleasure moans rumbled through Bryce like a runaway freight train, building his need, driving his lust. He eased up and dropped kisses on her neck, her shoulders, her back, as his hand cupped her firm breasts. He rubbed his palms over her mounts until her tender nipples hardened against his palm. He turned her sideways and licked her nipples, loving the feel of the pebbled flesh on his tongue.

  She started to shake and quiver and moan and writhe. Recognizing the signs, Bryce sucked her breasts harder and was erotically rewarded with the tightening of her muscles around him. Her body stiffened for a split second then a warm gush of moisture bathed his sex.

  It wasn’t a strong climax, just a sweet, enchanting release of emotion as if her body was showing its appreciation for the delight he was bringing it. Her juices trickled along his length and seeped out against his groin, spreading warmth down the insides of his thighs, like a river of love.

  As her breath came out in a long moan of surrender, Bryce switched his movements to an in-and-out motion, slowly at first, withdrawing partially and driving in again over and over, feeling her soft wet flesh part and spread for him. He fought to control his thrusts, waiting for her to catch up. The agonizing slow pace of his movements added to his pleasure, and he felt his sex growing thicker and harder as she opened for him, taking him in with her whole body then gripping him on his endless journey to Nirvana.

  They breathed together in timeless euphoria. Holding and releasing, giving and receiving, as their bodies became one, as their souls connected and rejoiced, and their hearts beat as one unit.

  “Harder. Deeper,” Kaya finally whispered, shoving backwards into his groin.

  Her invitation was a passionate challenge, hard to resist.

  Bryce completed his downward thrust, moving deep inside her and staying there for a few gut-wrenching moments, pumping and grinding into her. Content that her moan was one of pleasure and not pain, he raised his upper body away from hers and trailed his hands down the wet slope of her back and curled them around her waist.

  “Hold on to the ramp,” he instructed as he began to thrust back and forth. The time to be delicate was over. The beast was ready to devour its prey. He held her hips and pumped into her with hard, long strokes, pulling out all the way and slamming her back into the ramp. A tsun
ami of pleasure overtook him and he worked his way in and out of her body with brute force.

  Kaya’s moans, her groans, her screams, a distant rumble in his ears. Her buttocks crashed into his groin as she matched him hard thrust for hard thrust. Bryce closed his eyes and slid deeper and deeper into her softness, their flesh making hard slapping sounds as they sped towards a sweltering pit of desire. He lost all sense of time as Kaya reared back like a wild tigress and took him—all of him—energetically and physically until he felt as if his skin, his flesh, would melt away from his bones, taking everything, but the parts where their bodies were fused so intimately, so erotically, so wildly.

  Dear God, she felt like heaven itself.

  Bryce gritted his teeth as bolts of fire rushed up and down his spine. His skin tingled, his stomach cramped with the force of his oncoming climax. He heard himself screaming Kaya’s name over and over as deep, earth-shaking tremors crashed over him. He felt himself spinning, falling, crashing as liquid heat bubbled at his groin then rushed along his sex.

  Kaya grunted with each thrust and her tiny body tightened around him.

  When she moaned and pushed back against him one last time, Bryce plunged forward with one final deep brutal thrust and collapsed on Kaya’s back. He felt her muscles convulse around every inch packed deep inside her, pumping him, sucking him, demanding that he release his love inside her. His body shook violently as he erupted, spurting his seed triumphantly within the deepest parts of her being. His climax felt endless and wonderful as his sex continued to jerk on its own inside her. He closed his eyes and lost consciousness, surrendering to the pleasure currents that pulled him under.

  They lay in a wet panting heap, trembling and gasping, their breaths echoing around the room as their lungs fought for oxygen. Neither of them could stop the spasmodic twitching of their bodies as a series of mini pleasure aftershocks reverberated through them.

  Much later, when his consciousness returned, realizing he must be crushing Kaya, Bryce rolled onto the floor, bringing her with him. He groaned as his sex slipped from inside her. He spread her out on his chest, belly to belly, the way he loved to hold her, and combed his fingers through her damp strands of hair.

  Their breathing was calmed now, their bodies languid and sated. Bryce didn’t care if he died right now. He’d touched heaven. Or maybe he had died and entered heaven for one splendid moment when all his vigor left him. He felt as weak as Sampson must have felt after Delilah cut his hair.

  Women were dangerous. Bewitching.

  Reclining atop Bryce’s chest, Kaya smiled and inhaled deeply, loving the masculine, musky smell of him and the tickly sensations his chest hair aroused in her nipples nestled inside the curly strands. She loved that he enjoyed holding her this way, on top of him, where he knew she would be safe from the weight of his body. She lifted her head and grinned down at him. “I’ve never heard a man make those kinds of noises before. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything make those kinds of noises.”

  He grunted and raised his hands to hold her damp hair at the back of her head, away from her face. “Honestly, me neither. I didn’t know I could make those kinds of noises. I’ve never come that hard. I swear you’re going to be the death of me, woman.” He pulled her down and kissed her full on the lips. “I enjoy you so much, you make me crazy.”

  “And you me,” Kaya responded, amazed that she wanted more after that wild ride he’d just taken her on. When Bryce had first lost control, she’d been a little afraid that he’d rip her apart, damage her permanently, but when the feel of his strong hands gripping her hips sliding her back and forth onto him, his powerful pelvis pounding against her buttocks, and his enormous sex sliding and grinding so majestically inside her, some devilishly wicked spirit had overtaken Kaya—mind, body, and soul. Pleasure had pumped through her veins and spurted out of her and around her like molten lava running down the crest of an erupting volcano.

  As her body had burned like a Salem witch’s, she’d lost her mind, caring about nothing, wanting nothing but for Bryce to engulf her, devour her, brand her with his love. She never knew her heart could race so swiftly, pound so heavily. She never knew her body could open so completely, uninhibitedly, and fearlessly for a man. She never knew she could endure such a pounding and live to smile about it.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Bryce asked, brushing his knuckles along her cheeks. “I mean, after that initial rude invasion.”

  “That was painful. But then you loved me so gently and carefully that soon my desire began to grow even stronger than before. I loved everything. I loved your fury, your passion. I love the way you master me, control me. I love giving myself entirely over to you. I trust you, Bryce.”

  “I know you do.” His eyes darkened with emotion as they gazed into hers.

  What Kaya really wanted to say was that she loved him. But once again, fear and embarrassment lodged the words in her throat. Overcome with shyness, she turned her head away from him and looked around the room he’d prepared for their reunion. He’d turned his penthouse into a romantic lover’s den, and Kaya wondered how many other women he’d brought here. How many satisfied lovers had lain in this very spot with him after a long session of lovemaking.

  “Hey, what’s this?” he asked, placing his hand under her chin and turning her face back towards him as if he sensed she’d left him. His eyes bore into hers, searching out the deepest secrets of her soul.

  Kaya wanted to cry. “I’m thirsty,” she said. At least it was the truth. “And a little hungry.”

  His eyes narrowed as if he didn’t believe her and then he said, “Me, too.”

  “Is it normal to be this hungry and thirsty after sex?”

  “Only after good sex.”

  “Good? Is that all it was?”

  He groaned when she socked him in the side. “Okay. Okay. Exceptional, mind-blowing, knock-the-ball-way-out-of-the-park, blockbuster sex.”

  She giggled and snuggled into him. The lighter side of him was a safe place for her to hang out. She couldn’t afford to get mushy around him. She didn’t want to pressure him, force him to tell her things he didn’t really feel. His desire for her was the one thing she knew he couldn’t lie about. “Do you think it will always be like this between us?”

  His arms tightened around her. “I don’t think either of our bodies is equipped to handle this kind of lovemaking every single day. Once a week at the most, but I promise we will make love frequently and that you’ll always enjoy it.”

  “I’ll hold you to that.”

  “You better.” He smiled. “Hold on.” Kaya clutched his shoulders as he pushed up to a sitting position, causing her to straddling him. “This is the next position we’ll try,” he said, his warm gaze making her skin tingle. “But we’ve gotta eat first. I have no strength left in me. You squeezed me dry.”

  With a smile in her heart, Kaya rose to unsteady feet. As she stood over Bryce with her private parts inches away from his face, she said in wicked jest, “You can eat this.” She jutted her hips at him.

  He leaned in and gave her a quick smooch that made her tremble. “That’s dessert. But before we can get to that course, I need to order dinner. Anything special you want?”

  She stepped aside to let him up. “Surprise me.”

  He pushed to his feet and stood towering above her. “I’ll join you in the shower after I order dinner,” he said, smacking her playfully on her butt.

  “Ohh, that feels good.” Kaya giggled.

  “Yeah. Don’t give me any ideas,” he warned, stepping over to a side table and picking up the house phone.

  With warmth spreading across her heart, Kaya headed for the stairs, surprised she could even walk straight.

  * * *

  Hours later, after they’d shared a delicious dinner of raw chilled oysters, an assortment of grilled vegetables, and Lobster Newberg as the main course, Bryce and Kaya sat huddled together on the sofa in his bedroom and watched the rainstorm through the windows t
hat overlooked the White Mountain Range.

  Kaya’s lips spread on a smile as she recalled the steamy shower she and Bryce had shared before dinner. She’d enjoyed the tender way he’d soaped her up and given her a thorough washing. She’d reciprocated, loving the feel of his smooth tight body under her palm as she lathered every inch of him.

  He’d tried to ignore his mounting arousal, but when it became evident that it wouldn’t simple go away, he’d lifted her up in his arms and lowered her unto his hard heat. Kaya’s toes curled as she relived the memory of being shattered into a million glowing stars as Bryce’s raw sensuousness brought her to a satisfying climax.

  He hadn’t sought release. His only desire, he’d said, was to please her. Kaya was quickly realizing that she had an incessant ache, a deep, constant craving for this man. It was shameful enough to bring a blush to her face. She wondered if it would always be like this, or if the novelty of making love with her husband would wear off.

  Kaya couldn’t remember ever being this happy. Not since she was a little girl and her father used to sit with his arms around her, much like the way Bryce was holding her now. He reminded her so much of her daddy, who was just as huge in stature, but who had the biggest, gentlest heart she’d ever known.

  Before Bryce, her father and Mrs. Jackson were the only two people in this world who’d been truly good to her. They were the only two people who’d told her they loved her and meant it, and now they were both gone. Kaya shuddered at the knowledge and a tear slipped past her lashes and landed on Bryce’s arm.

  “Kaya,” he said, easing her away from his body to look into her eyes. “Baby what is it?”

  “I was just thinking about my dad, and Mrs. Jackson, the only two people who ever cared about me.”

  “I care about you.” His hands were steady and sure as they caressed her upper arms through her satin robe.

  She had no doubt that he loved her body, but did he love her heart? “I mean when I was little.”