Page 13 of The Hollywood Billionaire's Fangirl Wife

So powerful.

And so, so good that...

"G-Guy..."

The way she whispered his name nearly undid him, and her head fell back against the wall as Guy determinedly increased the pressure and rhythm of his touch.

"P-Please..."

"Please what?" Guy growled.

"I...I..."

"Tell me," he ordered.

"I d-don't know..."

"Then do what I tell you."

Eyes that burned with blue heat captured her as he issued the command, and all she could do was whimper.

"I want to see you shatter in my arms, Jillian."

No...oh...no.

"So come for me."

But the moment he said it, she realized that resistance was futile...since her body was already his, andaaaaah.

A dazed cry escaped his Jillian's lips as she started to come, and to witness her sensual undoing, just as he had demanded...

It was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life.

But somehow also the purest.

As well as the most terrifying, with how the sight of her finding pleasure in his arms was like being hit by a bolt of lightning.

Sex had never meant anything to him beyond the physical.

Never.

Until now.

And while there was still that part of him which despised the way she could so effortlessly affect every fiber of his being—

Jillian.

My Jillian.

Mine.

The longer he had her in his arms, the clearer it was to him.

Guy wanted more.

Of this.

Of her.

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