The Billionaire's Sweet Revenge

Chapter Thirty Six

No, that something wasn't more important than her.

The words rang in his ears when he claimed possession over her mouth. She was his and that feeling sent a shiver down his spine.

She was bare skinned as she had worn nothing underneath his t-shirt. He looked at her breasts, her nipples erect. They looked perfect. As he touched them, his palms enveloped the roundness of them. So soft, so freaking soft.

She moaned, a little sound coming out of her throat. He looked into her eyes, begging her for permission. He didn't wanna do anything she wasn't willing to do. "Can I touch you?"

His own voice seemed unfamiliar. There was a hoarseness in his voice, a desperate need to touch her. He had never wanted anyone with so much passion and need. Even Vera.

Vera was the woman of his dreams when he was in college. She was pretty, she was intelligent, popular and what not. Yet he had never felt something like this for her. Something so purely carnal and hungry.

He was hungry for Eva.

She unlocked a special part of his soul, something hidden away at the deepest corner. It was as if she had dragged a part of him to the surface; a concealed part that was hungry and craved for love, passion and belongingness.

"Yes, you can." She breathed against his mouth and he captured her lips in a strong kiss.

His hands travelled to her waist, then went up to cup her breasts. The touch maddened him. Fire spread in him, in all the cells of his body. He squeezed her butt with one hand while the other continued to stroke her nipples.

"Are you sure about this? Eva...baby, are you sure?" He asked, hating how desperate he sounded.

She nodded, and then slowly began to scooch his t-shirt up and slipped it from his head, throwing it on the floor. She ran her dainty little fingertips all around his chest, sliding it up and down from his collarbone to his abdomen. Then, very subtly, she pressed her hand on the bulge of his sweatpants.

God. God. God.

With a single flick of her hand, she took his hard length out, covering it with her palm. Her grip was loose, as if it was just barely there yet he was aroused to the level of infinity.

"Baby, you're gonna kill me..." He whined, keeping his hand on hers, pressing it tighter. "Oh fuck, it feels so good."

She laughed, her eyes filled with mischief. Her brown eyes looked large and sparkly, the pupils dilated. She was feeling ecstatic, it seemed. Her face was glowing and beautiful, her hair messy, and a content smile on her lips.

"Can I-"

"What?"

"put my mouth around you?"

When she finished that sentence, he lost his mind. "Umm, yeah, yeah, please..."

With a playful glint in her eyes, she took a deep breath and bent down, flicking her tongue at his shaft. He shivered, his eyes closing.

Then the torture began. Her tongue swept across his length, sliding up and down, up and down, up and down, until he felt himself hardening up more than ever. She sucked on his head, leaving it with a popping sound and then putting her mouth on it again. She behaved like....

Like she owned him.

It was a deep, possessive feeling that crawled into his stomach. God. He was so fucking hard.

Then she did something unimaginable and he completely lost it.

She put him in his mouth and took him deep into her throat, sliding him in and out at her own will. He felt helpless, he couldn't feel anything except for arousal and it felt so freaking good. He wanted to feel this way.