Bribing the billionaire’s revenge

“You’re so beautiful. How the hell did a woman as beautiful inside and out come from the same people who created the vile creature, I encountered downstairs?”

“I don’t know but I am sorry for putting you in her path.”

“I like that.”

“Now,” he said yanking the ties of her robe. “I noted the dress is hanging on the closet door and I am desperate to see what was under it.”

“Oh really? You’ll be disappointed to know the lacy undergarments I especially picked out are also gone.”

“Even better,” he tugged the robe open to reveal her nudity and gave a wide grin at her naked form, “Damn you’re incredible.”

He leaned into her and kissed her mouth, dragging his lips across hers slowly. She could taste the merlot along this tongue when she slipped hers into the warmth beyond his lips. She sighed as her fingers snaked through his hair and his body weight crushed her into the mattress beneath her, his pantleg rough against the inside of her thigh. His sweet kiss was far headier than the wine she’d been drinking, and she was drunk on his attention.

His hand was cupping her jaw gently as their kiss deepened, the passion they’d been sharing for weeks flaming at the intimate, loving motions he made with his mouth. All her fears and worries of the last two days melted away.

He gently pulled backwards to stare at her, “I missed you beautiful. I need you.”

“I’m not stopping you from having me,” she replied with a smirk. “I’m in a robe and you still have a jacket on.”

She watched with unabashed joy as he shrugged out of his suit jacket and kicked his shoes to the side. His eyes never left her face as he removed his shirt and he chuckled when she let out a wolf whistle and wiggled her eyebrows.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“You like what you see?”

“Isaias, you should know I very much want to paint and sculpt you. Your body,” she took in the sharp ridges and edges of his very sculpted frame, “is very inspiring. I want to spend an exceptionally long time exploring every square inch of you.” She waved her fingers to where the sharp vee of his lower abdomen disappeared into the underwear he’d uncovered, “those lines along your body are sharper than my favorite knife.”

He gave a loud bark of laughter at her words, “oh my love. You make me laugh. I wish you could feel how good you make me feel in here,” he tapped his chest. “Every moment we’re together, is not long enough.”

He kicked his underwear away standing proudly erect beside the bed, “look what you do to me. It’s not all your body either Liesl. Your brain, your mind, you heart, your soul, they all reel me in. I’m hooked on you.” He crawled over the bed and lay over her once she’d shrugged out of her robe. “I love you. I love you with an intensity I never thought possible and yet, here we are. I want to experience everything with you. I want the good and the bad, the happy and furious. I want to hold you when you cry, and I want to make you feel better when you’re sad. I never want to be the cause of your tears but yet I want to argue and fight if only to make up for hours.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he nestled against her, his rigid cock firm against her. “I like the making up for hours thing.”

“Well,” he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, “first, I’m going to love you long and slow,” he kissed her cheek, “then, once I get the need to make love to you out of my system, I’m probably going to fuck you so hard the hotel will get complaints from our screaming.”

Her giggle turned to a moan as he thrust his hips against her, sliding through the folds of her body upward but not entering her. Drawing her slick dampness along his shaft he rubbed and rotated his hips as he continued covering her entire face in tender kisses. His long fingers played with her hair, splaying it over the pillow before bringing it back into his fist and the straightening it out again. His massaging movements on her scalp gentle yet needy.

She rubbed her feet along his calves, loving the rough feel of his scratchy hair against the soft silkiness of her skin. When he pressed a lingering kiss to the base of her neck, sucking on her pulse she shuddered with desire, lifting her hips to grind against him. His throaty chuckle at her desperate motions making her pout. How was it this man could do nothing more than kiss her, get naked and lay against her and she was ready to be impaled upon him without any further need of foreplay? She knew he was leaving a mark on her neck, and she didn’t care. He liked marking her skin and she liked being marked by him. What she wanted, no needed, was to feel him inside her.

“Isaias,” she pleaded as he continued his searing pattern of love bites along her neck, down her chest and along her breasts. His body sliding roughly over hers, his skin burning into hers as she felt the scorching bliss when he pulled her nipple deep into his mouth. He sucked hard, almost painfully so and she squirmed with the desperate desire for more.

As he adjusted his hips, plunging swiftly through her parted and soaked entrance, she gasped at the bold intrusion. His back arched high to accommodate his slow thrusting and his need to have his mouth on her flesh. His hand slipped between them to find the center of her nerves immediately above where they were joined and she dug her nails into his shoulders, wanting his lips on hers.

She yanked his hair, pulling him away from her breast to her mouth as she hungrily kissed him while she chased the high, he was offering her. Rhythmically, deliberately he made slow love to her, tearing his mouth from hers to mar her skin with hickeys and then kissing her more as he brought her to one mind-bending orgasm after another.

It was as if Isaias was on a mission to prove his body felt the same heartfelt love as his soul as he kept her beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands clutching his back and shoulders while his grasp brought her to new heights.

Never had Liesl felt so connected with another human being as he stared into her eyes more than once coaxing her pleasure with hot words and hotter movements.

Cradled in his arms after his own release resulted in her name being exclaimed from his lips like an exalted goddess, Liesl wondered how it was she was so blessed to have this man as hers and hers alone.

She rested against his chest, kissing his sweaty skin softly, “I love you, Isaias.”

“I love you, Liesl,” he muttered before yawning loudly. “I think I need a twenty-minute cat nap.”

“You can sleep. I know you had a long flight today.”