Page 80 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

I parted my legs wider and reached for his hips, coaxing him to thrust harder. He obeyed with feverish excitement. We were in sync as we had always been. I knew it had never left, this connection, and I was more than happy to have it return as our bodies harmonized. I rubbed hard against him and then reached for his shoulders, dragging his lips back to mine.

I caressed him. I ran my fingers through his hair. I worshiped every bit of skin available with my hands and then with my mouth. He stripped away his suit jacket and ripped open his shirt, exposing his chest for me. I marked a path with my lips from his chest up to his neck where I nipped the skin there. He hissed and gripped me harder.

As he slammed his hips into me, my eyes rolled back and my heart beat madly. I could feel his heart match my rhythm, our bodies syncing to the beat of our merging. I humped him hard and buried my face into his neck, my groans turning to ragged grunts. He twitched with each new thrust. His fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs as he pressed harder, fervently pumping into me.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I want to feel it.”

“I'm close.”

“Me, too.”

He groaned and doubled his effort. When his thrusts quickened, I clutched him tighter and let the floodgates break open.

And then we came together.

He thrust madly into me, prompting my thighs to widen farther than they ever had. He plummeted into me and wore me into submission, dragging me underneath the waves that had originally beat us. My head lolled back with my final groan as my skin tingled with hot and cold waves. He rigidly thrust into me and erupted, growling as he hid his face into my neck.

He cradled me gently as he panted. “That . . . ”

“Was needed.”

He nodded. “For a while.”

“I'm glad you came home.”

“I'm glad we both came.”

I burst into giggles and he joined me, pulling his cock from my entrance. He lingered lovingly around my lips.

“I missed you,” he whispered. “You know what else I missed?”

“What?”

He hoisted me up, fireman style, and carried me from the kitchen into my bedroom. I giggled as he tossed me on the bed, hopping on top of me with his eager lips searching my skin again. He peeled away my gown and tossed it aside, favoring my hips.

“I missed these,” he announced before kissing them. “And your stomach.”

He coated my belly with his lips, causing me to giggle uncontrollably.

He hummed thoughtfully. “I guess you're still ticklish.”

“Hey, I still kick.”

“Let's see about all that.”

I giggled madly as he dug his fingers into my side, causing me to convulse uncontrollably.

“Levon!” I shouted. “I can't breathe!”

“What? I can't hear you over the sound of you dying.”

I continued to giggle until he finally stopped, rolling me on top of him as he shifted to his back. He spread my legs again and had me straddle his lap.

I sighed contentedly. “Yeah, I missed this, too. Are you still ticklish?”

“I wasneverticklish.”

“Oh, you're full of it.”

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