Page 20 of Merciless Billionaire's Savage Desire

And it didn’t stop there.

One orgasm spilled into another, her body writhing beneath him, desperate for release that felt both endless and impossible to contain. Even as Dante’s fingers slowed, sliding again between her folds and slipping into her weeping channel, trying to soothe her frayed nerves, it wasn’t enough. Not by a long shot.

Her whimpers turned into desperate pleas. “Please… I’m really satisfied. I swear…” she begged, voice thick with need and exhaustion.

But Dante’s response was merciless.

His rod slid inside her again, filling her completely, and he moved with fierce intensity—hard and fast—making her cry outover and over. Each thrust pushed her closer to the edge again and again, his growls vibrating through her skin.

One orgasm melted into the next, each wave of pleasure crashing over her relentlessly. Her body writhed beneath him, trembling and arching as if trying to catch a breath of relief that never came. Every nerve ending burned, every muscle clenched and released in a chaotic symphony of sensation.

She was desperate—desperate for release, for rest—but the pleasure felt infinite, impossible to hold or contain.

Dante’s fingers, which had been expertly coaxing her through the storm, began to slow, his touch lingering like a whispered promise. He tried to soothe the rawness, to calm the wild pulses racing through her veins—but it was futile. Her nerves were raw, trembling under his touch, craving more.

Her breath hitched, voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and longing as she whimpered, “Please… I’m really satisfied. I swear…” The words spilled out, thick and needy, a plea born of both surrender and desperation.

His thrusts were fierce, relentless, hard and fast, each one driving deeper than the last. The sound of her cries filled the room.

With every powerful thrust, he pushed her closer to the edge again and again, igniting new fires that flared hotter and fiercer inside her. His growls rumbled low in his throat, vibrating through her skin.

Her muscles clenched involuntarily, trembling and tight, as wave after wave of heat crashed over her. She was lost, utterly consumed by the fierce rhythm of his body, the power of his touch, and the storm of pleasure he continued to stir deep within her.

And still, he didn’t stop.

***

Dante stood at the edge of the room, pulling his belt through the loops.

His tall, lean frame looked like it had been carved by gods. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, the white shirt clinging to him like a second skin. He looked like a hero from a drama—except better. Real.

Anya watched him, biting her lower lip. She still couldn’t believe she’d slept with this man. A man who could make her feel everything and steal her breath away—fully clothed or not.

She reached for her earrings on the table, slipping one into her ear.

Dante’s phone rang on the bedside table. He walked over, picked it up, glanced at the screen, then set it down again without answering. Instead of moving away, he sat beside her on the bed and pulled her straight into his lap, making her sit snugly against him.

He took the earrings from her hands and carefully started putting them on for her.

Anya squirmed slightly at the feel of his rough fingers grazing her delicate skin. He smirked, tightening his hold around her. He pulled her closer, one hand resting on her waist, the other brushing her earlobe gently as he clipped the jewelry on.

His nose dipped behind her ear, breathing in her scent. His lips grazed her skin, trailing heat wherever they touched.

The phone rang again.

This time, Dante looked at the screen and sawMomflash across it.

“Pick it up for me,” he whispered huskily into her ear. “Put it on speaker.”

He held her close with one hand wrapped around her waist, his thumb gently stroking her skin, while the other hand brushed her ear, placing the earring with deliberate care.

Anya trembled slightly in his arms, the size difference between them overwhelming. Even though she was young, and he was thirty—his body, his presence, everything about him made her feel small, fragile.

She did what he said. Her hand slid across the screen and pressed the speaker button.

“You’re like a scared little bird when you’re with me,” Dante murmured, placing a kiss behind her ear that made her shiver. He smiled.

A woman's voice came through the phone.

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