Chapter Sixteen
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Chapter Sixteen
“So, this is what a billionaire’s house looks like.” Adalia stood in the massive entrance hall with its marble floors, wearing a sheepish grin.
“Let’s go through to the living room and have a drink. Calm the nerves,” he replied and she chuckled, the mirth chiming beneath the vaulted ceiling.
A flight of stairs led up to a second floor, curving inward to create an alarming geometric effect, but he led her off the main hall and into a wood-paneled living room with a plush red wall-to-wall carpet.
He gestured to the leather couch and she lowered herself onto it. “This place is beautiful.”
“Thanks, I had an interior decorator come in to get it done, but I provided him with a general idea.”
“You must be so relaxed when you get home from work. This place is a palace.”
“Yeah, I guess,” he said and shrugged.
This was her solid small talk, because of that growing desire to consume him.
The rooms were artfully decorated, but sparse, as if he didn’t have time for frivolities. That suited what she knew of him pretty darn well.
Trent opened up a mini-bar in the wall and brought out a bottle of Cognac and two glasses. He filled them with ice from a dispenser then came over to join her. He poured the liquid into the tumbler and handed it to her, but she swilled it around without drinking.
There was too much heat in the room. She could hardly breathe, let alone drink alcohol.
“I’m glad I have you here,” he muttered, swilling the Cognac in the glass, but also not drinking it. She stared at his lips, willing them to move again, to say her name.
“I’m glad to be here.” It was the absolute truth and it freed her from the angst she’d carried around about this man since they’d met. “I know I resisted this, but I really am glad we got to talk tonight.”
He took the glass from her and placed it on his coffee table, following with his own.
“What are you doing?’
“What we should have done a long time ago.” He grasped the back of her head, running his hand up into her hair, and drew her toward him.
“Oh God,” she whispered. This was it. She’d fantasized about this moment since he’d had her on her couch in her crummy apartment.
“Adalia,” he groaned and she reacted instantly, pressing her lips to his.
He parted them and tasted her, searching for more. She gave it all, breathing into him, moaning for more than just a taste this time.
Trent was alive for her, grasping at the back of her dress. He pulled the zipper down and she stood quickly then struggled out of it. He ripped his own shirt off and unbuckled his pants. Their need for each other was over the top.
There was no time to waste.
“I have to have you,” she muttered.
“Beg for it.”
“Please, Trent, I need you.” She slipped out of her sodden panties, turned and bent over so he could see everything. She was laid bare for him, ready for the taking.
“f**k,” he growled, “Adalia, baby, you’re gorgeous.”
“Take me.” She wiggled her a*s at him, teasing as best she could, though she couldn’t articulate just how much her desire had grown. She was at peak capacity.
His hands gripped her hips, but he didn’t enter her yet. He undid her b*a instead and released her breasts, then reached around and played with them, caressing. He pinched her n*****s and she groaned.
Then he lowered his mouth to her back and kissed a line of heat up to her shoulder.
“Not like this.”
Disappointment threatened to overwhelm her. “What?”
“Follow me,” Trent answered, then took her by the hand and led her out of the room. His erection was enormous, and they were both n***d, but there wasn’t a chance of interference.
He took her up those winding stairs, glancing back every few moments and showing her his intent with a soulful expression. There was so much more than l**t there.
They entered his bedroom and she gasped. White Egyptian cotton sheets, throw pillows in black satin, and a tranquil aesthetic.
“Lie down.”
She followed his orders and positioned herself on the king-sized bed. He crawled up it, and over her body, kissing her legs, then the insides of her thighs. Trent parted her legs, ran a finger between her lips.
He placed his mouth over her c**t and sucked on it, kissing and slurping, and she slammed both her arms upward and gripped at the pillows.
She moaned and circled her hips. He went with the motion, giving small moans of satisfaction. “You taste so good,” he said, and she gripped the top of his head, hanging on for dear life. “I’ve wanted to do this since we first met.”
He broke away and inserted two fingers inside her, and she arched her back. He went slow then massaged her G-spot, caressing her so intimately that she shattered to pieces under his touch.
“You’re going to come for me,” he said, and she gasped, nodding frantically and slapping the bedspread. She gripped it and pulled hard, searching for leverage.
Trent lowered his mouth to her folds and explored, using his tongue to devour her.
“I’m so close,” she groaned.
“Good. Come for me.”
The command sent her over the edge and waves of pleasure shuddered through her. She raised her hips and pressed herself into his mouth.
“Oh yes,” he grunted.
She gasped his name over and over again.
Her mind blacked out. There was only them and the overwhelming sense of bliss.
Adalia’s a*s hit the bed and she let out a final moan. “That was unbelievable.”
“We’re not done yet,” he said, getting onto his knees between her legs. He parted them even more, then lowered himself on top of her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose and finally her mouth.
She could taste herself on him and it drove her wild all over again.
“I need you.” Adalia wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to tease his d**k inside her, but he evaded her.
“I know,” he chuckled, “and I need you.”
“Give it to me.” She pouted like a spoiled brat and his mirth doubled.
“How bad do you want it, baby?” The sentence came out soft and her mouth went dry. There was so much meaning in it.
Trent kissed her again, increasing the pressure of his lips.
“So bad.”
“How bad?”
“More than anything.”
He plunged into her, immersing himself in her velvet warmth and she cried out and gripped his back. Acute pain and pleasure mingled into a harmony and she was lost.
He went slow and deep, and they moved together, creating a rhythm that matched the beat of her heart. She was at ease with him, but aroused past the point of speech.
Adalia stared up at him above her, moving and never shifting his gaze from hers.
They were one.
“Adalia,” he murmured, then buried his face in her neck, kissing and nibbling her skin.
She gripped the back of his neck. “Come for me,” she whispered, and he growled.
His thrusts sped up and he pounded into her, probing for his o****m. Adalia clung to him, gasping, and the beginnings of another o****m washed over her.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she moaned.
“Adalia,” he cried and rammed himself into the beginnings of his own o****m.
They climaxed together, gripping each other tight. They melted and became one, dissolving past the normal spectrum of physical pleasure.
This was deeper, more meaningful.
She knew his soul.
“I love you,” he whispered.
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