Page 9 of Big Billionaire

I cup her face with my hand. “I’ve wanted you from the very first moment I laid eyes on you.”

And then I take her mouth again.

This time, there’s no hesitation. My hand slides into her hair, holding her right where I want her as I kiss her slow and deep, savoring every soft, yielding inch of her lips. She melts into me with a quiet, helpless sound that makes me want to never let go.

I nip her lower lip and she lets out a soft little gasp that immediately turns into a whimper when I take the opening to slide my tongue against hers, tasting her. She’s warm and sweet and trembling in my arms, but she doesn’t pull away.

I grip her hip with one hand, the other sliding up her spine to tangle in her hair and press her body even closer to mine. I angle her head the way I want it and take more, pushing the kiss deeper, hungrier. She’s melting, clinging, letting me lead.

When I press her back against the wall, her breath catches again. I swallow it, my chest crushing hers, my thigh slipping between her legs. She lets out the softest sound, and I feel the heat of her even through the barrier of my pants.

She arches into me, driving me crazier with her soft, breathy moans. I slide a hand under her shirt,myshirt, moaning deeply at the feel of her soft skin and the sudden realization that she’s naked underneath, except for a pair of panties. All bared to me.

“Fucking hell, baby,” I growl, sliding my palm up her stomach. “You sure know how to drive a man crazy.”

I cup her left breast in my hand, my thumb circling the hardened nipple through the thin fabric. She shivers under my touch, her breath coming in uneven bursts.

“This needs to go,” I mutter, tugging at the hem of the shirt.

She nods eagerly, and the corner of my mouth lifts in a dark chuckle. “Eager, my firefly?”

That blush I’m growing addicted to floods her cheeks as she lifts her arms for me. I take my time, peeling the shirt up and over her head, letting the fabric slide over her soft skin before I toss it aside.

Then I stop.

And I just look at her.

She’s standing there in nothing but a pair of pale pink panties, her chest rising and falling fast. Her skin is smooth and warm, glowing in the low light. Her breasts are perfect, full and high, tipped with dusky pink nipples that are already pebbled from my touch. I drag my gaze lower, over the subtle dip of her waist, the gentle flare of her hips, the long dancer’s legs I’ve watched moveacross the stage with flawless grace. Every inch of her is delicate and feminine, made to be touched, tasted, claimed.

“Christ,” I breathe, my voice low and rough. “You’re perfect.”

Her eyes drop, embarrassed, but I hook a finger under her chin and make her meet my gaze. “Don’t hide from me. Not when you’re mine to look at.”

Taking both of her hands in mine, I lift them above her head, pinning them to the wall. Her breath hitches, her body arching instinctively into mine as I press closer, caging her in completely.

“Don’t move,” I murmur, my voice rough with restraint.

Her lips part, and a small, shaky nod is the only answer she gives.

I lower my head, my mouth hovering over the perfect swell of her breast. The scent of her skin fills my lungs…soft, warm, addictive. My tongue flicks out, tracing the tight peak before I close my lips around it, sucking slowly.

She gasps, her hips pressing forward, trapped against the hard line of my thigh. I can feel the tremor that runs through her, the way her body reacts to every pull of my mouth, every scrape of my teeth.

My cock twitches, impatient, but I ignore it, switching to the other breast. I give it the same attention, letting my free hand slide down to grip Lena’s hip, holding her still as I feast on her.

“Damien…” she whispers shakily.

I raise my eyes to hers, slowly sliding a hand up her chest until my fingers wrap around her neck. I squeeze gently, brushing my lips against her ear. “Daddy,” I correct her.

“W-what?”

“Call me Daddy.”

“D-daddy,” she stammers out, her voice soft.

I hum against her skin, sliding my free hand between us to push her panties aside. A growl escapes my throat when I realize how wet she is. “Say it again,” I demand.

“Daddy.”