Billionaire's Second Chance- A Tale of Love and Redemption

Deception Begins

The door was locked behind their back. The room was filled with luxury, and the bed was a masterpiece. The sheet was made of the finest of silks and the deep crimson hue complimented the dark tone of the room.

Silas's handsome rested on her back, having a possessive yet tender grip. His touch was electric and sent currents down her spine. She leaned in as she felt the warmth of his breath, his lips were grazing her ears.

"I've been waiting all day for a moment like this." He whispered into her ears. His voice was low and seductive and that made her pulse race.

He was so close as if wanting to enter her, his tall, lean frame towering over her, and his gave was locking her in place

His shirt button was slightly opened, revealing three muscular frames of his chest.

He reached up, his fingers brushed against her soft cheeks; he tilted up her chin so she could look into his eyes.

"Is that nervousness I'm feeling in your breath, Mrs Alexander?" His voice was sensual, his lips curled up slowly with a wicked smile that got her all wet.

"Should I be?" She tried to sound confident, but her voice failed her.

His smile widened as his hands slid down to her hips, pulling her against him. "No, you shouldn't be," he whispered against her lips.

He didn't wait for another response, instead, he placed his lips on hers and began to kiss her in both a demanding and devastatingly sensual way. He moved his lips softly and this made her weak in the knees, coaxing her to surrender with every slow stroke of his tongue. One hand was placed with her hand, while the other was holding her against him.

She melted into him, gripping his shirt as she tried to steady herself. The kiss turned from slow seduction to something intense, more hungering. She could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of her dress, his, his hard duck pressed against her soft curves. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving the two of them caught in the fiery enchant that was spiralling out of control.

Silas broke the kiss just long enough to tug at the strap of her dress, his fingers caressing her shoulder alongside. The dress dropped at her feet, leaving her class only in a delicate lace. She unbuttoned his shirt threading her hands through his chest in a slow manner.

His hands moved around her body, "You're beautiful," he breathed his voice with so much desire.

He bent down, his lips brushed against her sensitive skin, trailing a line of kisses down her collarbone. She felt herself being lifted, her back hitting the sheets as he laid on her, his body covering her.

Her breath hitched as his mouth found hers again, more urgent this time as if he couldn't get enough of her. She could feel the tension of his body and she was ready to be piped down.

His hands slipped beneath the lace of her bra, and he began to fondle her breast seductively. She moaned and began to play with his d**k, stroking it with her hands.

As they were tangled together in the passionate atmosphere, a sharp, insistent knock echoed through the room. It was loud and intrusive.

Silas froze, his jaw tightening as he pulled back slightly. His eyes filled with irritation and he muttered a curse under his breath, his hands lingering on her body, refusing to let go. But the knock continued relentlessly, demanding attention.

"I'm sorry", he whispered; he stood up from the bed and pressed a quick kiss on her lips before he walked out of the door.

Aurora bit her lips seductively, her mind was still spinning from the intensity of what was happening. She watched Silas stand from the bed and pick up a robe to cover himself as he strode to the door; his expression was dark and full of anger.

As he opened the door to go out, the light from the hallway spilt into the room, casting shadows in the room. Aurora could see people standing there, speaking in low but urgent tones, but she couldn't hear the words clearly. She just knew that what had disrupted their intimate moment was very serious.

He opened the door and entered the room. His eyes were filled with apology and confusion. "I'll be back as soon as possible," he said.

Aurora was left in the room, tangled in sheets of silk and shadows, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire, but her mind was filled with questions - what was happening? What was the emergency?