Page 77 of Billionaire’s Cruelty

“Like I’m the only thing you see.”

I leaned in, my lips brushing the nape of her neck before trailing lower. A kiss against her collarbone. Another between the valley of her breasts. A slow, reverent path down her torso—upper abs, middle, lower.

Her thighs parted.

Wide.

I pressed my lips to the delicate crest of her V.

Her scent—God, her scent. The warm, intoxicating musk that curled around my senses, undoing every last shred of control I had left.

I didn’t need to look to know she was soaked with anticipation.

How could I make her wait any longer?

I stuck my tongue out and licked.

She moaned.

That was the green light.

I licked again, this time savoring the taste that was uniquely hers—warm, intoxicating, utterly addictive.

“You’re so ready for me,” I murmured, my breath hot against her.

My tongue flicked over her clit, teasing, as my fingers trailed along the seam of her slick entrance before sliding inside. One finger. Then another. Parting her, stretching her.

“Oh God,” she groaned, her voice a broken whisper as my tongue circled her clit, my fingers curling, stroking that perfect spot deep inside her.

The fire in her eyes nearly undid me. I wanted to take her right then, to sink inside her and claim every inch of her. But then it would be over too quickly.

I wanted to savor her.

So I licked her again, drinking in the sweetness of her arousal. There was something almost creamy about it—like almond milk with a hint of something purely her. My lips wrapped around her clit as my fingers moved harder, faster, coaxing her closer to the edge.

Her hips jerked, instinctively moving against me, but she hesitated. She was holding back.

With one hand gripping her ass, I guided her forward, pressing her against my mouth. This was a dance, and she needed a lead.

And then she started responding.

Her breathing turned ragged, shallow yet desperate, every exhale laced with soft, breathy moans.

She tangled her fingers in my hair, tugging, pressing me closer, her movement shifting from hesitant to demanding. She rocked against my face, testing, teasing, chasing that high.

My cock throbbed inside my pants, aching for the attention my mouth was receiving. But this moment belonged to her.

I followed her lead, matching the rhythm she set, tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony.

She was in control.

I was merely here to worship her.

“Kai—oh God—” she growled, voice raw with pleasure. “What are you doing to me?”

She was close. So close.

I thrust my fingers deeper, faster, curling them just right, while my other hand gripped her ass, keeping her right where I wanted her.