Playing the Billionaire's Game

She’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine.

Her own hand came up to the strap on her other shoulder, pulling at it, releasing the last thing holding up the silk between his skin and hers other than where it was caught in his hands at her chest. All he had to do was release her, release it, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it yet. Her breasts, even covered, fitted perfectly within his hands, his mouth.

She shifted restlessly against him and he widened his stance as her legs instinctively slipped either side of his thigh. This time he couldn’t help the growl that formed in his throat as she pressed against him and her moan sank into his skin. His hands flew to her shoulders, securing the straps beneath his palms, holding her back or drawing her closer, he didn’t know any more.

His arousal pressed almost painfully against his trousers and he wanted nothing more than to tear the clothes from their bodies. But Sia was an innocent in the truest sense of the word and that meant that he put aside his own wants.

She looked glorious in his arms, her head cast back, the long trails of thick golden waves falling down her back almost reaching the base of her spine, her eyes having drifted shut as if lost in the sensual pleasure she was experiencing. He wished he could stop this moment in time, record the way she looked in this very moment. Because he had never seen anything more beautiful.

He couldn’t help the curve to his lips as her eyes opened and she lifted her gaze to his. He gazed at her, trying to imprint this image on his mind, his memory, the gentle light cast by the moon shining on silk and catching in her hair. For a moment Sia seemed to study him in the same way and he wondered what she was thinking, what she was seeing. And then her hand came up around his neck and pulled his lips to hers and his mind went blank as he was lost to everything but the feeling of her tongue against his, her fingertips winding into his hair, the pull of his waistband from where her hand had sneaked between them.

Dios, he wanted her more than anything he’d ever wanted before. It was so much and so intense he struggled to keep the tremors from his touch. Finally, unable to take it any more, he released his hold on her arms and the straps caught beneath his palms and he watched, captivated, as the blue silk slid from her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her naked to the moonbeams and his scrutiny.

‘I have no words,’ he said, his gaze raking across every inch of beautiful smooth pale skin.

‘You don’t need words,’ Sia said, reaching for the waistband of his trousers with a confidence that astounded him. Not because he didn’t think her capable of it, but it was a confidence, a trust, that she had placed in him.

He caught her hand and held it against his chest for just a moment before he reached for her, picking her up and smiling as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He kneeled onto the bed, Sia still high in his arms, pressed against his chest, but able to look down on him, her hair coming about them like a curtain, cutting them off from the rest of the world.

He teased them both as he lowered her slightly, knowing she could feel the press of his erection through his trousers against her core. The way her eyes widened with expectation and want... He held her there until once again her eyes drifted closed and her body took over, her legs tightening their hold around his waist and leaning further into him to increase her own pleasure. The gasped inhale sharpened his arousal and he wanted to bury himself in her until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. But Sia deserved, needed more than that.

Gently he laid her down, ruefully accepting the groan of disappointment that fell from her lips. He leaned back enough to remove his trousers and boxers, feeling her eyes on him the entire time. He stood there for a moment, allowing her to take him in, taking her in, in turn and marvelling how she reminded him of a Dante Gabriel Rossetti—her flowing auburn hair, pale skin...

His lips lifted gently as he saw the moment she began to grow self-conscious beneath his gaze and looked forward to the day she wouldn’t. Until he realised that in all likelihood he would never see it.

He ignored the way his gut clenched at the thought and turned his attention to her feet. Picking one up, he kissed the arch of her foot and nipped at the soft flesh there when he heard Sia giggle. He lifted her leg gently, smoothing his hands along her calf, guiding her legs to either side of his to make room for him. The laughter left her lips and her eyes grew heavy with arousal as his hands swept further up. He relished the hitch in her breathing, mirroring his own, as he gently drew her legs further apart and settled his attention on the dusting of auburn curls at the apex of her thighs.

‘Sia, I will stop any time,’ he promised.

‘Thank you.’

It was an exchange, an offer that had been accepted and it felt as if it was weighted with a trust that stretched beyond this moment and Sebastian refused to squander it. He placed open-mouthed kisses across her hip and downward until he found the soft, wet, enticing heat of her.

His tongue swirled around her clitoris and her hips bucked beneath him in euphoria. He placed his forearm across her hips, gently holding her in place, and sucked against her just as he entered her with his finger. Sia’s breathing became tinged with small moans of delight, which only served to spur him on.

Her body shifted to welcome more of him, more of the pleasure he was bringing her and he relished it. Her body, her pleasure...it was more to him than his own. He could tell that she was on the brink of orgasm—the flush of her cheeks, the unseeing gaze—there was just a slim tether holding her back and he resented it as much as he imagined she did. He deepened his kiss between her thighs, brought two fingers to her entrance and thrust into her as he sucked on her clitoris and nearly came himself when he felt her orgasm against his mouth.

Sia came back down to earth gradually, but beneath the flickering moments were the traces of a feeling that had overwhelmed her entire body. She felt outside of herself, a giddy joy that almost made her laugh to think that such a feeling existed. She watched Sebastian through heavy-lidded eyes as he leaned back from the bedside table with something in his hand.

He put it aside and came down to lie beside her, running his palm from her hip up to her ribcage, over her breast and nipple and towards her neck to smooth away her hair from her shoulder, before placing kisses on the exact spot that made Sia want to hum with pleasure.

She leaned into the kiss as his arm came around her, pulling her back against the length of his body and the hardness of his arousal. Shocked by how much it turned her on, she couldn’t help but shift against him, loving the way it felt to have his body encompassing hers.

‘We can stop.’

‘I don’t want to.’

He gently pulled her round onto her back and when she looked him in the eye she could see that he was studying her, trying to seek out any hint of doubt.

‘Sebastian, honestly. Am I nervous? A little. Excited? A lot. Scared? Not at all.’ She reached up to cup his face, her palm against the slight stubble of his jaw. ‘I want this,’ she said before leaning up to place a kiss against his lips. And then another and another until mouths opened and tongues tangled and hands gripped and she was lost again.

Until she felt the loss of heat from his body and heard the tearing of foil even as he kissed her, his tongue filling her the way she wanted his body to. She shifted to welcome him between her legs and when his arms came up to frame her face she felt protected, cared for and she blinked against the sheen of tears threa

tening to form.

He kissed her then, long, slow and deliberate, easing away the last thread of nerves and distracting her with the sensual delight he was weaving between them. Seconds passed—minutes and time lost all meaning for Sia, who simply relished the power and passion of an endless kiss. Her body came alive, yearning and wanting, eager and impatient, her breathing quickened and her body flushed, heat tingling across her skin.

He positioned himself and gently pressed into her, gliding slowly deeper and deeper. She felt the unfamiliar tension of muscles building, the pressure strange and new, but his kiss was so different. He plundered her with his demanding tongue, filling her again and again with passion and power and it made her want more, need more. The aching desire building within her caused her to shift beneath him, to widen her legs, urging him deeper, harder into her so that his body would finally mirror his tongue, so that she would know what it felt like to be consumed by him completely.