70 DAYS WITH THE WRONG BILLIONAIRE

THE WET DREAM

THE WET DREAM

ARIA'S POV

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

"Please ssave me… my ssavior," I whine, dragging my open mouth up his neck. I taste the cool water on his skin, and it makes my mind short-circuit.

I want all of him. "It hurts. Make it stop hurting."

I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips right against his. I am jolted by the same electricity I usually feel when we touch, though it is much more amplified.

I kiss him first—messy, desperate, and wild. I do not know how to do this properly, but the drug makes me bold.

I force my lips against his, begging him to open up, whining into his mouth when he does not move fast enough. I arch my body forward, pressing my breasts firmly against his hard chest.

The sudden pressure against my n*****s sends a shocking jolt of pure pleasure straight down to my stomach.

For a second, he resists. His hands stay heavy on my shoulders, trying to pull his head back.

But then, a low, dark growl vibrates deep in his throat. His control snaps.

Suddenly, those large hands of his leave my shoulders and slide down to my waist, gripping my hips so tightly it is almost bruising.

He pulls me up, lifting me completely off my gold heels until I am flush against his huge, frozen frame.

He kisses me back with a fierce, possessive hunger that steals the remaining air straight out of my lungs.

He doesn't waste any more time.

He carried me to the bed, the towel disappearing somewhere into the dark.

His mouth left mine, tracing a path of branding kisses down my jawline, burying his face into the crook of my neck.

He sucks and bite gently at my skin, marking me possessively, leaving dark trails that felt like ice-cold water on my burning skin.

I arch into him, whimpering as his hands slid up to clip the top of my dress, when the fabric seems to tight, he tears it down to expose my aching breasts to the cool air.

Groaning against my skin, his large palm cups one breast before his mouth closed over my n****e.

He sucks it deeply, swirling his hot tongue around the peak until I am throwing my head back against the mattress, gasping for air.

His other hand slid down my stomach, passing over the heat of my thighs until his fingers found the center of my ache.

When he touches my c**t, a violent shudder rocksmy entire body. He rubs his thumb over me slowly, parting me, finding me completely drenched and dripping wet.

I am slick against his fingers, whining and begging for him to stop the torturous ache between my legs.

"Please," I sob into the dark, my fingers knotting into his damp hair. "Please, now. Noah."

He shifts, his weight settling over me, flattening me into the mattress.

He nudges his thick length against my wet entrance, positioning himself.

He starts to enter me slowly, his hips rolling forward to ease the ache.

But as he pushes deeper, he hit a barrier.

He freezes, sucking in a sharp, deep breath through his teeth, his entire body locking up above me.

Through the thick fog in my head, I hear him mutter something but the words blur in my ears.

Before I can even try to understand what he said, hehe sas down, capturing my mouth in a deep, bruising kiss to distract me, and pushes all the way inside.

There was a sharp sting, but it was instantly washed away by the overwhelming electricity.

He is slow at first, torturing me, but I need more, and I tell him that.

He doesn't hold back anymore.

He begins to move fast, hooking my hips with his large hands as he drove into me over and over.

Every single thrust sent a jolt of liquid fire straight down my spine. The friction of his cool skin against mine was the only thing keeping me grounded.

My name rolls on his tongue over and over as he pounds into me, faster and harder until I am literally seeing stars behind my eyelids.

I lean into the sensation, a soft sound escaping me as the world around us blurs.

The air in the room feels charged with an energy that makes every touch feel like a revelation.

Noah turns me over, placing my knees and palms on the soft bed, leaving my butt hanging in the air.

He comes behind me, his hands resting on each of my waist.

“Princess, I am here to save you. He whispers in his husky voice, dragging each syllables.

The sound of his voice makes me even more wet as I continue to drip uncontrollably.

He touches my ass cheek molding it in his hands as he whispers into my ear.

“And I won't be gentle anymore, scream my name as loud as you can.”

He rams into me and… and… mummy, mummy.

Jeremiah's voice.

END OF MATURE CONTENT

I open my eyes to the bright morning light of the penthouse.

"You were making funny sounds," Remy announces cheerfully, standing by the bed in his cartoon pajamas, his face lit up with a gap-toothed grin as he tries to climb up.

Disoriented and still tingling from the residual warmth of the dream, I reach out to pull him onto the mattress.

It was a dream. Just a dream.

I used to have that dream years ago, for the first two months after the night I had s*x with a stranger. But back then, the man’s face was always a shadow, a blank space I couldn’t fill.

I can’t believe my mind just substituted Noah’s face into that mystery.

"Mummy," Jeremiah's voice brings me back into focus.

Pouting, he says with his sweet voice. "You were late. You said you’d be back before I went to sleep, and I waited for a long, long, long time. Godmother Daisy said you went to get my special medicine. But I still have lots of packets.

Grandma packed them in my little bag.”

"I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry." I smooth his curls back, packing his face. "I had to speak with someone very important.

Someone who is going to help make you strong again."

"Really? Did the donor mister say yes?" He starts bouncing on the bed with excitement.

I quickly catch him, my heart leaping. The doctors were very clear about him avoiding strenous activities for now.

I blink. "...Where did you hear that word, Remy?"

He looks down, hugging his teddy bear close. "Uncle Antoine and Aunt Aline were talking loud. Very loud.”

He holds up both hands quickly. "I was not spying! They were shouting. I could hear them from all the way in the garden."

"What exactly did you hear?"

"They said—" he scrunches his whole face in concentration— "that you needed a donor person, and it was very hard to find, and Auntie Aline was crying, and Uncle Antoine said *sacré bleu* a lot."

He nods solemnly. "Grandma didn't here him or would have scolded him for saying that."

"You, my love, hear everything."

"I have good ears," he agrees, completely serious. His eyes grew wide. “I wasn’t listening… it just entered my ear.”

“You and your ‘entered my ear’,” I mutter.

He grins.

"Mummy?"

"Mm?"

"Will it pain me? The tweatment?”

I hugged him closer to me. "A little bit. But the doctors will make sure you're comfortable, okay? And I will be right there the whole time."

Before I can say more, the door swings open. Daisy stands there, looking too energetic for the hour.

“ARIAAAA!”

I don’t even flinch. “What?” I ask tiredly.

“He’s here.”

It doesn't make sense in my head. “…Who?”

She stares at me, looking disappointed. “Don’t annoy me this early in the morning. Your fine, dangerous, sinful billionaire is downstairs.

I sit up. “What?”

I grab my phone. It is just 7:53 AM.

“What is he doing here?” I whisper. “He said nine.”

Daisy smirks. “Clearly, patience is not part of his personality.”

I run a hand through my hair. “I look like a mess.”

“You look like someone a man would ruin his schedule for,” she replies. “Now hurry up.”

“I need to take care of Jeremiah first.”

“I’ll entertain your man,” she says dramatically, already walking out.

“He’s not my—”

“Too late!” she calls back.