Her Tiger Billionaire (Supernatural Billionaire Mates 2)

Sven purred. His voice rivaled a big cat in the zoo. “Say the magic word.”

“Please?”

“Not that. What do you call your husband?”

“Honey.”

“I like that sound.”

“Darling.”

“That’s even better.”

“Would thou bestow me a kiss, milord?”

“Oh my, how could I refuse that one?”

Sven laughed in a low tone, and she felt bass timbre hitting the base of her spine. He sounded so damn sexy each time he did that. She would never get bored hearing it. He was such an epitome of masculinity, a wet dream of every woman’s naughtiest fantasy. Sven brushed his lips on the tip of her nose and briefly on her lips. She opened her mouth, waiting for his kiss. But he didn’t kiss her right away. He teased. He purred again and licked her lips. The effect was instantaneous: hot, searing her alive. High-octane lust flamed within her.

“Sven!”

“Hmm?” He traced her outer lips with the tip of his tongue.

Annalise halted her breath. She became impatient. But Sven loved to tease. She knew that. The ache between her thighs intensified. Her sex moistened. She couldn’t remember the last time she was so turned on like this. Not even when she made out with her first and last boyfriend. No, Cole had never made her feel this way. Sven was different. Sven’s sex appeal was so potent, her heart danced wild and blood pounded hard in her veins each time he was within her reach.

Sven lowered his head until their faces were a mere hairsbreadth away. She could see the vivid color of his eyes and how lush the dark fan of his eyelashes were. His gaze was penetrating, yet soulful at the same time. He drowned her in pure heat. A low growl escaped his throat. He kissed her. Slowly and at the same time so full of passion.

Annalise wrapped her arms around his neck and reciprocated his kiss. She couldn’t think straight. It felt like she was wadding in a pool of molasses, guided only by her instinct. She wanted more of his kisses. She wanted to be touched, to be loved and to be claimed properly. She wanted to feel him all over. Skin to skin. And nothing in between.

She wanted him inside her.

Her heart gave a wild jolt when Sven slipped a hand under her sweater, moving up and cupping her breast. She forgot that Sven was a big man with a big hand. She was generous in the chest department and yet her best asset easily fitted in his palm.

Annalise felt drunk even though not a drop of alcohol had touched her lips. Warm and heady, being loved by Sven was intoxicating.

He kissed her and kissed her again, and it became urgent with need. He suddenly stopped. “Sorry. I don’t want to rush this. I’ve been fantasizing about making love to you for a very long time. I’m going to savor you slowly.” He gave her a quick butterfly kiss on her lips. “And thoroughly. Very thoroughly.”

Annalise groaned in protest.

“Shush.” Sven tapped the tip of her nose. He raked his gaze all over her, as if he didn’t know what to select first from her buffet of treats. “Mm, where do I start?” he murmured to himself.

She smiled shyly as she unbuttoned her sweater as invitation.

Sven quickly captured her hand. “I don’t think so. Don’t deprive me of my pleasure. I’ve been wanted to undress you from the very first time we’ve met.”

“Pervy.” Her word had no heat in it.

“So what if I’m pervy? You were meant for me. Mine.”

Annalise trembled from his declaration. Her face burned when they locked gazes. Sven sounded and looked true to his words.

With a mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips, Sven grabbed Annalise’s arms and secured them over her head, rendering her at his mercy. He kissed her open-mouthed, paused, kissed her again as he felt her all over, paused and kissed her over and over until she felt the world was spinning. The way he restrained her, showing her that he was the master of her body, excited Annalise. She wanted to touch him back, hold him, rub his body with hers, but he wouldn’t permit her.

“Anna.”

He breathed out her name between his kisses. The sensuous rasp of his deep bass voice elicited a sudden tingle on her spine. His very touches sparked fire beneath her skin, an unadulterated lust. He nibbled her bottom lip, upper lip, and dipped his tongue into her mouth. Annalise, half crazed with need, crushed her mouth on his and kissed him greedily. Sven returned it with just as much voracity, kissing her until she was ready to pass out.

Sven released her arms. He hoisted himself in a sitting position and straddled her. He unbuttoned her sweater cardigan. His face was serious, fixed with undivided attention. “Exquisite,” he praised her as he drank in the sight of her almost bare skin.