Page 178 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

All I know is that suddenly his lips are on mine, hot and desperate, and my arms are around his neck, pulling him closer.

He tastes like scotch and salt, and I drink him in like I’ve been dying of thirst. His hands slide down to my waist, firm but gentle, holding me as if I might shatter.

When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard.

“I love you,” he murmurs against my lips. “God, I love you so much.”

“Show me,” I whisper back.

He searches my face. “Are you sure?”

In answer, I take his hand and lead him toward the bedroom.Hisbedroom, where we’ve shared moments of passion without ever truly letting each other in.

Tonight feels different. As we undress each other slowly, there’s none of the frantic desperation of our previous encounters. Instead, there’s a reverence in the way his fingers trace the curve of my breast, the dip of my waist, the flare of my hip.

When he lays me on the bed, I notice the scar on his side. Still pink and new from the stitches. I touch it gently, feeling a surge of protectiveness. He flinches ever so slightly.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

“Not really.” He kisses my forehead, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. “Nothing hurts when I’m with you.”

“Sappy,” I tease, but my voice catches with emotion.

His smile is soft. “Only for you.”

Our bodies come together with a familiarity that surprises me. My body recognizes his, welcomes him. But where our previous encounters were dominated by his need for control, this time we move together as equals, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure.

He worships my body with his mouth, his tongue tracing patterns on my skin that make me gasp and arch into his touch. When his lips close around my nipple, I clutch at his hair, holding him to me as heat pools between my thighs.

“I need you,” I breathe.

He looks up, his eyes dark with desire but also something deeper. Vulnerability, love, devotion. “Tell me what you want, Tatiana.”

His breath hitches as I pull him closer, my fingers trembling against the stubble of his jaw.

“I need you inside me,” I murmur, lips grazing his ear. “Every part of you, Dom.” The hunger in my voice surprises even me, raw and unfiltered.

He obeys, sliding into me with a groan that vibrates against my throat. No condom, the realization flickers, but I swallow it down.

Let him feel me as I truly am, and I him. Let this be real.

His thickness stretches me, achingly slow, until our hips lock together.

“God, yes,” I breathe, arching into him. “Just like that…”

His forehead drops to mine, our shared air hot and sweet.

“Yours,” he growls, the word a vow. “Body, soul...everything.”

His hands roam my skin like he’s memorizing it, fingertips tracing my ribs, my hips, my thighs. I melt into his touch, almost desperately.

“Mine,” I whisper back, nipping his lower lip. “But I’myours,too.Always.Forever.”

My legs cinch around his waist, urging him deeper, faster.

“I love you,” I gasp as pleasure builds within me, coiling tighter with each thrust. “Dom, I really love you.”

“And I love you, Tatiana.”

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