A Night with The Billionaire

Eight

Her eyes fluttered open upon hearing a nuisance inside the room. Moving her legs, she reached her hands to her right. The bed was empty, and the sheets were cold.

"You can't threaten me, Izora. It doesn't work anymore," Nicholas' voice caught her attention.

Wandering her gaze, she saw him talking on the phone, facing the city below. His broad shoulders formed a silhouette from the sun's warm rays.

Breathlessly, she watched his lips close and open as he spoke, his clenched jaw and strong hands running through his hair. Everything seemed perfect in the way he carried his movements. She couldn't help but admire his perfection and sexiness.

"I'm not causing everything at stake. It's you who made it with your f*****g unannounced marriage agreement." Whom was he talking to? He seemed pissed off.

She reached for Nicholas' long white sleeve on the floor and slid it onto her naked body. Flashes of images from last night appeared in her head, making her look stupid when a smile crept on her face. She could still hear his voice calling out her name, his burning touches, and his desires. It all left a mark on every part of her body.

Gasping came out of her breath when his strong arms wrapped around her, burying his face into her neck. Oh, God. He knew very well how it made her crave his touch.

"How was your sleep, Mon amour?" he murmured between his warm breath. His hands pulled her body closer to him, inhaling her scent.

And she swore, her face stretched when her smile widened. How had they ended up like this? It seemed surreal and too imaginary. But, damn it, she didn't want this day to end.

"Got something in that pretty head of yours?" Nicholas lifted her face, which soon was plastered with redness when she met his breathtaking emerald eyes. Was he even aware of how beautiful he looked when he smiled? That would be the end of her.

One glimpse at him made her lose words—how could she say more when he smiled at her like that?

"Please say something," he pulled her back. His lips touched hers just as she came back to her presence.

"M-Morning," and yeah, of all the words she wanted to say, it's the least that came out. But it's not bad because it made him laugh softly, nudging his nose to her forehead.

"Let's do something that will make your head work out," he whispered and jumped out of bed. Her eyes remained on him as he walked to the glass table and picked up the remote. He looked good in those navy cargo pants. His toned muscles filtered through the white sando he wore. She thought she was drooling.

"May I have this dance, Mon amour?" Her lips parted when he extended his hand, waiting for her to take it as the music started. Help, she was dying.

Staggering as she was mute, she smiled, then took his hand as he led her to the floor. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.

"I, I don't know how to dance..." she panicked when they started moving. Her breath went heavier when he lifted her body and placed her foot above his. Now they were dancing in sync, slow and gentle.

"Was this your first dance?" he whispered, taking wider steps as her head leaned over his chest.

"Yeah," she listened to his heartbeat, syncing with hers as they moved. Could this moment be any happier? She thought she was on the edge of something she had longed for. Every moment with him meant a lot.

She felt his lips touch her forehead as he chuckled, "I'm glad I'm always your first time," her neither. She couldn't be happier.

"What's the title of the music?" she asked and looked up at him.

His smile was all over his face when he stopped, "Butterflies, a song from Kacey Musgraves." A beautiful song indeed. Perfectly suited for this moment. Butterflies, just like what had been flying around in her stomach. He gave her butterflies.

"Do you like it?" Nicholas planted kisses on her head, slowly moving when the music stopped.

She smiled as her eyes filled with admiration and hope. "Perfect," she muttered, reached his face, and kissed him.

He tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. She let his tongue explore her mouth. His hands started moving beneath her clothes, giving her a pleasurable sensation washing over her.

Nicholas' lips traveled down her neck as he nibbled every corner of her skin. He planted small kisses and, at the same time, bit them gently. Everything around went blurred. He carried her over to the bed, placing her body into the soft fabric of the bedding without breaking his kisses.

She gasped, her chest moving up and down as she stared at him hovering above her. His hands slowly traced every inch of her thighs. He was making them weak and aching for more.

"I loved it when you wear what's mine, Mon amour," he muttered, barely above a whisper. His hands were going higher on her thighs. Her belly bounced a wave, gasping as she kept her eyes locked on his. They were filled with desires.

"N-Nicholas...." she mumbled between her breaths as he teased her again. He loved doing it—and she f*****g enjoyed every bit of pleasure and torture.

"I want sweeter than just my name, Mon amour," he replied.

She arched her body in need when his fingers slid into her p***y. His index finger played with her clit as she moaned, panting and on the brink of exploding. Her wetness made it easier for him to massage her clit—making it more pleasurable and harder to bear.

"Please, baby...I want you." Nicholas' eyes darkened, covered with only lust.

Her legs widened more when he inserted two fingers inside her, slowly thrusting in and out as she panted. She moved her hips, meeting every thrust he made with her eyes rolling above her eyeballs.

"f**k, Mon amour, moan for me. I want to hear you screaming my name..." he commanded. And her mouth obeyed, letting out a soft moan filling every corner of the room. Her body danced in sync with his movement. He ripped off her clothes, exposing her nakedness in front of his lustful eyes.

"Mine, you're mine alone, Mon amour," he growled.

She arched and moved her body crazily when he nibbled her hard n*****s, wanting more of his touch.

"I'm coming. I'm coming, baby..." she cried out. Her lips parted as she felt her climax approach, building up and up. Then everything hit her like a freight train. She called out, unable to stop the noise as the bliss of release jolted through her. f**k.

Every inch of her was sweating. Her breasts heaved up and down as she lay panting against the bed. Nicholas' smile stretched over his handsome face when he fixed her hair, brushing his hands through them gently.

"Let's get you bathed," he murmured. He lifted her from the bed and carried her around. She let out a squeak when he spanked her ass after sliding the door to the shower room.

"Are we going to shower together?" she turned to him.

Nodding his head, he caged both of her hands. "But right after I've f****d your brains out," he answered. Capturing her lips as she was in the middle of digesting.