Wicked Good (The Billionaire's Fake Finace 3)

I choked on a laugh. “It’s like a fairy tale to be honest.” And the best part was that I was there with my very own Prince Charming. I spun around and threw my arms around his neck. “You are amazing. And wonderful. And sweet.” I punctuated each word with a kiss. “And I love every single thing because you did it for me.”

“From now on, everything will be about you.” He took my lips and I sank into the kiss. It was so different than before. I could feel him as he gave me everything. I tangled my fingers into the hair at the back of his neck and tugged him down so that I could deepen the kiss. We fought, battled for control until we were both panting.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. His eyes were almost black and I could feel the tension radiating from him.

It made my stomach clench. “Only for you.”

He sucked in a breath then tugged on the tie at my waist; the only thing keeping my dress together. It parted under his fingers and he slid it slowly off my shoulders. The silky material pooled at my feet.

I’d worn a sheer black bra and matching thong just for him. His fingers skimmed over my neck, over my shoulder, then down my collarbone. He hovered over my bre**ast and I felt my nipp**les tighten with anticipation.

A low growl rumbled in his throat right before he leaned forward and sucked one hard tip into his mouth. I ran my fingers up his arm and slid them into his hair again, holding him close. Need sparked and shocks radiated through my body. He bit down, not hard enough to really hurt but enough so that a darker pleasure started to throb inside me.

I moaned his name and he gripped my waist to hold me still.

“I’m going to kiss and lick and taste every inch of your skin tonight,” he said against my skin.

My legs trembled and I braced my hands on his shoulders. Every time his mouth moved over a new spot, the heat inside my veins grew hotter. He’d only covered my shoulders and I was ready to burst into an inferno.

“I can’t stand up much longer,” I gasped. “You’re making it impossible to think.”

He nipped at my collarbone and chuckled at my gasp. Deftly, he slowly backed me up until the back of my legs hit the soft material of a chaise lounge. His mouth didn’t stop moving the entire time.

I sank down, grateful that I had not fallen and Madden knelt down and leaned me back. He traced his lips over my fluttering stomach, along each hip, up the inside of both thighs. His fingers slid up the outside of my legs and he eased the thong down. He parted my legs and after pressing a kiss to the inside of both knees, draped one over each shoulder.

The lounge shifted as he moved forward so that I was spread wide open under him.

His eyes burned as he took me in and I tried not to squirm under the scrutiny. He did nothing but look for several long seconds. When he lowered his head, I breathed a sigh of relief. I ached for his touch. Burned with the need.

The first brush of his lips sent my hi**ps surging upwards. He grunted and adjusted his arms so that I was pinned to the chair. The next time he moved his mouth between my legs, the muscles in my legs jerked but I could not move. Apparently satisfied, Madden close his mouth over my cl**it and gently sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

He took his time, circling the hard nub with the tip of his tongue while keeping up the rhythmic sucking pressure. I’d never felt anything like it before. It was as if he were drawing the pleasure from my body in slow motion. The ache built agonizingly slow. With every breath in I could feel it filling my body.

I clenched around nothing, groaned and begged with breathless pleas, but Madden did not stop nor did he go faster. Aside from his arms pinning my legs, his mouth was my only connection to him.

The pressure grew and lights danced behind my eyelids from holding my breath. I gasped in air and he stoked the fire into an uncontrollable inferno. He was pushing me right to the edge and there wasn’t a single thing I could do to stop him. My release was his to give. I was completely and totally his to command and that knowledge sent me over the edge.

I belonged to Madden, from now until forever.

Spasms rolled through me like lava. I was unable to move, and could only lie there as the heat incinerated me from the inside out. It grew hotter and hotter until I had to scream or I’d disappear in the fiery sensations.

Tears burned my eyes from the exquisite pleasure that had not lessened yet and they spilled over, rolling down my cheeks. I sobbed Madden’s name. It felt as though I were breaking apart, shattering into a million pieces.

Slowly, with soothing words and soft touches, Madden put me back together again. When I finally stopped shaking, he gathered me into his arms and picked me up. The tears had stopped and I buried my face in his neck, pressing hot kisses along the column of his neck.