by Ava Claire
But I needed this.
I needed my Dom.
"How do you want me?"
My whisper was almost silenced completely by the music, but he moved to me like he heard every word. My lips parted with surprise when he went down on one knee. He fondled my messy tresses like they were something precious, stroking his knuckles along my cheekbone.
"How do I want you?" he mused, skating his fingertips over my collarbone. "Just as you are, Lay. Just as you are."
Without warning, he took my face in his hands and kissed me like his life depended on this moment. Ground his mouth into mine like he wanted to imprint his taste on me and mine on him. Forced his tongue into my mouth and let out a guttural moan that told me that I was his and he was mine...forever.
His hands roamed, capturing my breasts. Every sensation was magnified as he lifted and pulled and tugged them, making me throw my head back in abandon. His touch brought me alive. It was equal parts love and lust. Worship and damnation because I'd do anything, knowing that this was only the beginning. Knowing that what we did would bring me pleasure and pain.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
He ran his fingers along my bottom lip. "Open your mouth."
I obeyed, lust flaring between my thighs when he stood up slowly. Pulled off the last thing that kept that delicious part of him hidden. A sigh of contentment rolled from my open lips as he stroked his desire. Directed his swollen cock toward my mouth.
"Suck me like you need me," his voice was thick. Edged with madness. "Taste what you do to me."
I groaned around him as he thrusted into my mouth. Held the sides of my head with both hands. I licked and savored every hardened inch. Swallowing his desire as he clung to me like nothing compared to my tongue. My lips. The moans that I wrapped around him.
I was on sensory overload, lost in the smell of his musk, leather and spices and power, my heart roaring in my ear, my body craving more. Craving all. He nearly pushed me over the edge.
"Touch yourself. Show me where you want me," he said huskily. "Where you need me."
My hand shot between my thighs as I continued to suck.
Kiss.
Lick.
My fingers sank inside me with a sigh, the wetness at my core matching the wetness that trickled down my chin. But I wanted him, not fingers. The more I felt him surge in my mouth, the harder it was to ignore that feisty part of me that wouldn't be denied.
"Tell me where you want me."
I barely let him get it out before I cried out, ”Inside me. I need you inside me, Jacob!"
He pulled from my mouth and forced me backwards. I reached for him, trying to grab him, trying to put him where I wanted him.
It earned me a smirk.
He took my wrists and snatched my arms above my head, holding me down.
"Who's in control here, Leila?"
I swallowed my fight, conceding because I knew that otherwise, he'd really make me beg. I trusted that he'd take me right where we needed to go.
"Y-you are," I answered, succumbing.
"And where do you want me? Right here?" He teased my inner thigh with the head of his arousal.
"Jacob," I whined, vaulting my hips.
"How about here?" He drew a line up and down my lips.
Not the ones on my face. Lower. Between my thighs.
I nodded wildly. "Yes. Yes! Please..."
I turned a single syllable into multiple ones that repeated over and over again as he slowly pushed inside me. Impaled me with his cock. Left no part of me untouched. Took his time exploring me. Stretching the part of me that missed his touch like crazy.
I grasped at him, wrapping my legs around his waist and smiling at his surprise. I loved reminding him that while I was his submissive, I was still me. There were parts of me that would never be tamed. A hunger of my own that had to be sated. That needed to see the fire in his eyes when he tried to hold onto control—and that beautiful, pivotal moment when he realized that he couldn't hold back.
Couldn't hide. Had to let go.
"Come with me."
It wasn't an order. It was an invitation. Both of us were close to the point of no return. Where we were stripped down, nothing more than a man and a woman doing the thing our bodies were meant for.
When his smile melted into a guttural moan that rose above the music, his thrusts frantic and possessed, he did just that.
I floated with him, soaring on the bliss.
Lost in the pleasure.
Filled with the promise of forever.
We snuggled up on the floor, coming down and realizing that as soft as the rug beneath us was, both of us were too exhausted to do much more than stare at each other. Stare into a future that was ours. A future we'd fought tooth and nail for. A future that was unknown, but if the past was any indication, would never be boring.
Jacob propped his chin on his palm, stroking my hip with his fingertips. "You know what I'm craving? In addition to more of you, that is."
"What's that?"
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "Dessert."
**
Thank you for reading The Billionaire’s Hope! Please consider leaving a review. xoxo, AC
About The Author
Ava Claire is a sucker for Alpha males and happily ever afters. When not putting pen to paper or glued to her e-reader, Ava likes road tripping, karaoke, vintage fashion, and fantasizing about her favorite book boyfriends.
Connect with Ava:
Blog: http://avaclaireromantica.blogspot.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ava.claire.9
Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/xhR39
Twitter: @avaclairewrites
Stay tuned to my blog for up to date information on my works in progress and release schedules!
