Billionaire's biggest mistake

Episode 4

Chapter 4

Elena's POV

As we walked to the car, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Well, mostly a mix of anger and longing.

While one part of me pushed me to trust Damien, the other part screamed warnings, reminding me of how he had hurt me in the past.

I could still feel the heat of his lips on mine by the time we reached his car.

I wanted to pull back and run away from him again but there was something about the way he looked at me, eyes filled with raw longing, that pierced through my defences.

Against my better judgement, I slid inside the car when the door opened, followed by Damien.

The car pulled away from the gala and I turned towards the window, not willing to engage in any sort of conversation with him.

Damien must have gotten the message because he didn't say a word to me either. Yet the tension between us was palpable.

As I stared out of the window, my mind went back to the kiss, to the way Damien's voice had trembled when he said my name and to my decision to follow him despite every instinct in me screaming at me to run.

Midway through the journey, he reached out and took my hand in his, without looking at me.

His grip was possessive and desperate, like he feared that I would disappear again if he didn't hold on to me.

The car came to a smooth stop when we arrived at the hotel and Damien released my hand only to step out and open the door.

As we walked towards the entrance, my heels caught in a loose stone and I stumbled forward.

A sharp pain shot through my leg as I fell and my knee scraped against the ground.

I let out a small involuntary gasp but before I could recover, Damien swept me off the ground and carried me inside while I avoided eye contact with him.

Once inside, he set me down on a lounge chair and went to fetch a first aid kit. With brows furrowed in worry, he got down on his knees infront of me and cleaned my injury with a precision that contrasted the ruthless man I had known.

In all the years she had spent with him in marriage, he had never shown so much emotion.

Had my absence changed him so much.

I gasped when the antiseptic stung and he blew at it to make it better before bandaging it.

When he was done, his gaze lifted to meet mine and then he leaned in and kissed me, tenderly and hesitant at first, before it deepened until we were out of breath.

My hands instinctively wrapped round his shoulders as the kiss ignited a fire I thought was long extinguished.

I wanted to push him away but my body betrayed me and I leaned into him as his hands went up my arms, pulling me even closer.

His hand traveled under my dress, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my thighs, sending shivers through me.

The fabric of my gown bunched slightly as he lifted it.

Then, his hands slid to my hips and he hoisted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist.

He turned, still carrying me and headed to the bedroom. When we reached the bedroom, he set me down on the king sized bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he leaned over me.

He kissed my face, my neck, my ears and my lips again.

Then he slipped the sleeves of my dress of my shoulders and down to my hips.

Since the dress was padded, I hadn't worn a bra so he had immediate access to my breasts. He took one in his mouth and after sucking on it for a while, he moved to the other, while still maintaining eye contact with me.

When he was satisfied, he pulled my dress out from under me and tossed it in the floor, grabbed my ankles and burying his face between my legs. I squirmed, back arching due to the pressure.

He paused for a while, moved up a bit and grabbed a pillow which he fitted under my ass.

“There. That's better isn't it?”

I could only nod in response.

He went back down, his tongue coming out to probe and touch, drawing shapes my brain couldn't register.

After a few minutes, he moved back up, trailing kisses from my waistline up to my lips.

“Ellie.” He groaned. I liked the way he said my name. Like a plea. Like a prayer.

“Don't leave again.”

With that, he pushed my legs apart and sank into me, moving slowly at first then picking up pace. I moaned, tilting my head back as my hips rose to meet his.

My skin was on fire, burning with so much need for him.

At this moment, it was just me and him and nothing between our bodies.

As the thrusted harder, my moans turned into squeals as I neared o****m.

Seeing that I was close, his thrusts become harder until my body went rigid and I screamed his name.

With one last thrust, he grunted and collapsed on me.

Then he rolled off me and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me and placing kisses on my back and shoulder like a seal on what we had just done.

A silent promise.