The Billionaire's Bought Bride and Instant Mom Chapter 137

Aveline

For a moment, Orion seemed stunned by my words, his mind catching up. Then, his expression shifted—surprise melting into a raw, predatory hunger so intense it stole the air from my lungs.

"God, Aveline," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to drive me completely fucking insane."

Before I could answer, his mouth was on mine, devouring it. We stumbled through the moonlight, a frantic mess of roaming hands and clashing teeth. He slammed me back against the heavy wooden door of a guest cottage, the cool, rough surface a stark contrast to the heat of his body. His hand slid down my stomach and pressed against my soaked panties, his fingers creating a friction that made me cry out into his mouth.

He fumbled the door open, his lips never leaving my throat, and we practically fell inside. The room was bathed in the warm, dancing light of dozens of candles, but all I could register was the raw, carnal need radiating from him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his hands framing my face. But his eyes weren't just looking at me; they were consuming me, his gaze dropping to my heaving chest, my swollen lips, with a possessiveness that was anything but tender.

I was far beyond romantic words. Every nerve was a live wire. I shoved him backward onto the antique four-poster bed, my hands ripping at the buttons of his shirt with urgent, clumsy fingers.

"This is going to be exactly like that hotel night," I whispered against his skin, my voice a husky promise as I straddled his lap, grinding my wet pussy against the straining bulge in his jeans. "Except this time, we're both awake."

With a guttural groan, he helped me, his hands working his belt buckle as I pulled my dress up. I shucked my panties off, the scent of my arousal thick in the air. The moment his thick, hard cock was free, I gripped it. It was hot and slick, pulsing with a life of its own. Without hesitation, I guided the blunt head to my slick, throbbing entrance and impaled myself on him with a sharp, ragged cry. The feeling of him filling me, stretching my wet, tight walls, was so overwhelming I saw stars.

"God," I gasped, my head thrown back as pure, white-hot pleasure shot through me. I began to ride him, my hands gripping his shoulders for leverage as I found a rhythm that was all mine—deep, slow, and punishingly good.

Orion’s breathing was a ragged mess beneath me, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me down harder onto his cock with every upward stroke. His voice was broken as he whispered my name like a prayer and a curse. I watched the candlelight play over the sweat on his skin, the way his abs clenched as I rode him, and I felt drunk on the power of making this controlled man come completely undone.

"Tell me something," I panted, leaning down to lick the salt from his throat. The question was a challenge, a way to claim him even more. "How many women have you fucked?"

His hands tightened on my hips, his thrusts becoming more frantic. "Six," he choked out, his voice strained as I squeezed my inner muscles around him, milking a groan from his lips.

"Only six?" I laughed, the sound breaking into a scream of pleasure as his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside me. "What a terrible fucking waste of natural talent."

That snapped his restraint completely. In one fluid, powerful motion that left me breathless, he flipped me onto my back, his body caging mine, his cock never leaving me. He spread my legs wide, pinning me to the mattress.

"You think you're in charge here?" he growled, his eyes dark with an intensity that was terrifyingly hot. "Let me remind you who you're dealing with."

He began to fuck me. Not with tenderness, but with a raw, dominant rhythm that was meant to shatter me. Each thrust was deeper, harder, more punishing than the last, aimed at driving me into oblivion. The shift in power was so intoxicating I could barely think. I was pinned, utterly at his mercy, as pleasure crashed over me in violent waves, leaving me shaking and screaming his name. My orgasm ripped through me with the force of a lightning strike, my body convulsing around his cock.

"God, Aveline," he whispered against my ear, his voice broken, not with lust, but with an emotion I wasn't prepared for. "You feel... you're perfect. I never knew..."

My body was still shuddering in the aftershocks of my climax, my pussy clenching around him. But even as my body betrayed me with its complete surrender, I heard the reverence in his voice, the awe that made my chest tighten with panic.

"I love you," he breathed, the words a raw, undeniable whisper against my skin as his rhythm softened, his thrusts becoming worshipful.

The words hit me like a physical blow, a bucket of ice to my soul, even as my body arched up to meet his next thrust, my pussy still slick and hungry for more. My mind screamed in panic, but my body, his prisoner, could only respond with shameless pleasure.

I buried my face in his shoulder, letting him bring me to a second, softer climax while trying to ignore the terrifying warmth spreading through my chest. I could handle the sex—the raw, animalistic way he made my body sing, the expertise that drove me to the edge of sanity.

But the reverence in his voice, the way he held me like I might shatter, the unconditional love I could feel radiating from every kiss?

That was a complication I had never prepared for.