Bound by One Forbidden Night: The Billionaire's Obsession

Claimed

He didn’t wait for my answer.

In one powerful movement, he tightened his grip on my thighs and carried me through the sprawling penthouse like I weighed nothing. My legs stayed locked around his waist, my arms around his neck, as our mouths devoured each other. I barely registered the breathtaking space, soaring ceilings, sleek modern furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that made the entire glittering city our audience.

He kicked open the double doors to the master bedroom and set me down only when my back pressed against the cool glass of the massive window. The city lights sparkled far below us, twenty stories high, while this stranger pinned me in place with his hard body.

His hands were everywhere.

He tugged the zipper of my black dress down in one swift motion. The fabric slid off my shoulders and pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace panties and heels. A low, appreciative growl rumbled from his chest as his gray eyes raked over me.

“f*****g perfect,” he muttered, almost to himself.

I reached for him, desperate to see what I was giving myself to. My fingers worked frantically on his shirt buttons, but he grew impatient. He ripped the rest open himself, revealing a sculpted chest and abs carved like stone. Dark, intricate tattoos covered his left shoulder and ran down his arm, a fierce dragon and sharp geometric lines that screamed power and danger. I traced them with trembling fingers, mesmerized.

He shrugged off the ruined shirt, then captured my wrists and pinned them above my head with one large hand.

“No touching yet,” he commanded, voice rough with lust. “I want to taste every inch of you first.”

His mouth crashed down on mine again, hotter and deeper than before. Then it moved down my jaw, my throat, my collarbone. When he reached my breasts, he sucked one hardened n****e into his mouth while his free hand squeezed the other. I cried out, arching against the glass, the cold surface at my back only heightening the fire consuming me.

He dropped to his knees.

In one smooth motion, he hooked my panties down my legs and tossed them aside. Before I could even breathe, his mouth was on me, hot, relentless, and devastatingly skilled. His tongue circled my most sensitive spot with expert precision, two thick fingers sliding inside me at the same time.

“Oh my God...” I moaned, my head falling back against the window. My hands fisted in his dark hair as pleasure slammed into me like a wave. He didn’t stop. He devoured me like a man starved, curling his fingers, sucking, licking until my legs shook uncontrollably.

I came hard, crying out into the empty penthouse, my entire body trembling against the glass as stars exploded behind my eyes.

He rose to his feet, lips glistening, eyes feral. In seconds, he shed the rest of his clothes. My breath caught at the sight of him tall, powerfully built, and very, very hard. He was bigger than I expected, thick and intimidating, but I was too far gone to care.

He lifted me again, pressing my back firmly against the window. The city sprawled beneath us as he positioned himself at my entrance.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Our eyes locked. Then he thrust into me in one deep, powerful stroke.

I gasped at the stretch, the overwhelming fullness. He groaned, forehead pressed to mine, giving me only a second to adjust before he started moving in deep, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce with every thrust.

“You feel so f*****g good,” he growled against my mouth, one hand gripping my ass, the other braced against the glass beside my head. “So tight. So wet for me.”

I could only moan in response, lost in the sensation. Every thrust pushed me higher, the glass cold against my back, his body burning hot against my front. He angled his hips and hit that perfect spot inside me again and again.

I came a second time, harder than the first, clenching around him as pleasure ripped through me like lightning.

Only then did he let himself go. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and found his own release, pulsing hot inside me as his powerful body shuddered against mine.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, our foreheads pressed together, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat.

Then he pulled back just enough to look at me, those stormy gray eyes still dark with hunger.

He lifted me off the window like I was weightless and carried me toward the massive king-sized bed.

“We’re just getting started, beautiful.”