Page 15 of Merciless Billionaire's Savage Desire

Her eyes locked on his, breath hitching as she took in the raw hunger etched on his face.

She slid her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, and he didn’t hesitate. His mouth latched onto her breast, lips sucking hard before his tongue flicked over her nipple with a rough greed.

“Ahh—” she gasped, arching her back as pleasure roared through her veins. Her hand tangled in his hair, pulling him tighter just as his tongue circled the swollen bud, slow and teasing.

Her body trembled beneath him, raw and exposed.

His other hand reached up, fingers rolling the other nipple between them, pinching and stroking until she was breathless.

“Dante…” she moaned, voice trembling.

He lifted his head and looked at her, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. Hair spilled across the pillow, neck stretched back in surrender.

That sight made his rod twitch painfully inside his pants. The hunger was unbearable.

Her hands slid down to his belt, fumbling to undo it, but he caught her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

His voice dropped low, rough with command. “Don’t move. You started this—I’ll finish it my way.”

Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed the tie lying on the bed and wrapped it tightly around her wrists, fastening her to the headboard.

Then he stood, fingers flicking the zipper of his pants. The fabric hit the floor, quickly followed by his boxers, revealing his full, hard length.

His hand slid down her body, hooking the waistband of her panties. With one swift tug, he dragged them down her thighs and threw them aside.

Anya looked down, and met his fierce gaze.

There was nothing soft in his eyes. Only dark, intense possession.

She licked her lips, eyes drifting from his face to the strong lines of his neck, then down to his broad chest—muscles tight, skin warm under her gaze.

His breath grew heavy, and she bit her lower lip, anticipation building.

Her eyes traveled lower, lingering on the thick, heavy length between his thighs.

When her gaze flicked back up, she froze. He had been watching her the entire time—those dark eyes burning with a fierce, unfiltered hunger that made her skin prickle. The moment their eyes locked, something inside him snapped.

The next second, he dropped his mouth to the hard bud of her breast, lips wrapping around it, sucking softly at first, then deeper, more possessive. One hand slid to her palm, fingers ghosting over her skin—down her wrist, along the tender curve of her arm, grazing the hollow under her arm, tracing the side of her breast, then skimming the soft line of her waist.

A shiver ran through her. A breathy moan escaped. “Tickles…” she whispered, voice trembling.

He paused, lips twitching in a dark smile she couldn’t see, then his palm moved lower, pressing against her stomach, spreading warmth with slow, rough strokes. His tongue followed, tracinga fiery path across her belly, licking and sucking, tasting every inch with a hunger that made her pulse race.

Then his lips returned to the other breast—the one he hadn’t touched yet. He enveloped it, tongue flicking over the swollen nipple before he sucked hard, deep enough to make her gasp and arch into him, skin hot and taut beneath his mouth.

His fingers drifted down lower, finding the wet heat between her thighs. With gentle force, he parted her folds, thumb brushing her clit with teasing, feather-light flicks.

“Oh God…” she whimpered, legs instinctively trying to shut, but his body was a barrier, knees pressed into the mattress, holding her open, exposing her completely.

Slowly, torturously, his mouth traced lower—her scent wrapping around him like a drug, raw and intoxicating. He parted her folds further with his tongue, sliding in, tasting her wetness, savoring the salt and sweetness that was only hers.

His lips closed over her clit, sucking it into his mouth—soft and slow at first, then with a growing, desperate hunger that sent sparks racing through her.

“Ahh…” her moan was torn from deep inside, eyes clamping shut as pleasure ignited like wildfire, scorching and fierce.

Her wrists strained against the tight binds, her back arched so sharply it lifted from the bed. But he didn’t ease up. His fingers gripped her thighs, holding her still as his mouth worshipped every inch of her.

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