Page 17 of Merciless Billionaire's Savage Desire

Then everything snapped.

She shattered, crying out his name, body trembling beneath him. But he didn’t stop. Driven by her trembling heat and the way her body clung to his, he thrust harder, rougher. His mouth found hers in a bruising kiss as he lost himself in her.

No mercy. No pause.

Without a word, he pulled free and flipped her over onto her stomach. Her gasp was muffled into the mattress as he lifted her hips, knees digging into the bed while her chest pressed down. One hand pinned her shoulder, the other gripped her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin.

“Stay like that,” he muttered, voice low and rough.

She felt him kneel behind her, heat pressing into her back. His hand slid down, parting her legs wider—no asking, just taking. His mouth returned to her from behind.

His tongue ran slow at first, tracing her folds, then quickened, messy and hungry. Wet heat glided over her again and againas he licked her hard. His tongue flicked over her swollen nub, then slipped lower, tasting her like he couldn’t get enough. She squirmed, overwhelmed, but his grip on her hips was firm, locking her in place.

“Don’t move,” he growled. Then he flicked her clit again with his tongue until her body shook, sucking hard.

Her body jolted, a loud cry tearing from her lips as he continued—rough, fast, relentless—even as she begged under her breath. Her hands clenched the sheets, wrists straining, body rocking against his face with every flick of his tongue. He growled into her, the vibration sending another wave through her. His fingers spread her open wider, tongue buried deep, licking her up and down until she thought she’d break right there.

Then he pulled away, lips wet, chest heaving.

He lined himself up behind her. The thick head of his girth pressed against her entrance again, and this time—no slow build. He slammed in deep with one brutal thrust, making her gasp loudly into the mattress. She tried to move forward, but he grabbed her hips and drove in again, harder.

His pace was ruthless.

Fast.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room—mixed with her cries and his heavy breaths. He kept her bent low, back arched, body helpless as he pounded into her from behind. Each thrust hit deep, shaking the bed, making her gasp harder with every snap of his hips.

“You feel that?” he muttered harshly, hand sliding up her back. “You did this to me.”

She tried to speak, but her voice broke as he slammed into her harder than before. Her body rocked forward with every thrust. He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back into him. Her legs trembled, barely holding her up as he drove into her over and over.

He was rough. Possessive. And he didn’t stop.

His fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough so her cries wouldn’t be muffled by the sheets. He leaned close, mouth brushing her ear, whispering, “Now you’re mine.”

She cried out again, body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through her. But he didn’t let up. With a low growl, he slammed into her harder, deeper. One hand slipped between her legs, fingers finding her clit and rubbing fast—matching the rhythm of his hips.

She screamed, trembling as she came around him, her walls tightening hard—but he didn’t stop.

“Again,” he demanded, voice hoarse. “Cum again, Anya.”

Her body was already raw with sensitivity, but his fingers kept moving, rubbing harder as he thrust deeper. Her arms gave out, collapsing into the bed, but he held her hips up, forcing her to take it. His thrusts grew rougher, his growls louder—like he was losing control.

“Cum again. I want more,” he ordered. With one last hard thrust and a fast circle of his thumb, she shattered again, legs shaking violently beneath the intensity.

He followed soon after, groaning her name, his grip bruising as he buried himself deep one last time, hips jerking against her as he came hard inside.

They both collapsed, breathless.

Her body twitched from the aftershocks, barely able to move.

He shifted lower, dragging her legs open again and settling between them like it was the only place he belonged. She gasped softly as his tongue traced over her sensitive folds—slow now, but still greedy, still claiming her.

“Don’t close your legs,” he murmured, voice raspy against her skin. “I’m not done tasting you.”

His breath fanned over her inner thighs as his hands pushed them wider. Then his mouth was on her again. He licked slowly, drawing out every drop, every shiver, like he wanted to memorize her taste. His lips trailed along her soft skin before biting down—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make her jolt.

She moaned, legs trembling as he sucked on the bite mark. Another bite followed, this time on the opposite thigh, then his tongue soothed the tender skin as she whimpered beneath him.

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