Melting Steel: An Alpha Billionaire Romance by C.M. Seabrook Read Free Book Online
Authors: C.M. Seabrook
out, shocked by the desperation in my voice.
“I like when you beg, sweetheart.” He positions himself above so that his cock is nudged against my pussy, and I wiggle beneath him desperately. His fingers grip my hips, holding me steady. “But we’re going to do this my way. My timing.”
A rush of excitement shoots through me. The dominance in his voice, the edge of control and power beneath his dark gaze turns me to putty in his hands.
In this moment, there’s no denying that I’m his.
I watch as the swollen head of his cock eases into me. He’s huge, and I can feel the stretch of my muscles as I relax to accommodate the width of him.
A small cry tears from my throat as I take more of him. Then, in one hard stroke, he buries himself inside of me.
I gasp, my fingers digging into his arms. He holds himself still inside me, and our gazes lock. If I could stay locked in the moment, I would.
When he starts to move, I’m all but helpless against the pleasure that tears through me. The need for him drowns out the warning that this will only end in heartbreak.
His hands are on me, cupping my ass, molding my breast.
He eases back, and I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling the loss of his hard flesh inside me, and try to pull him back.
“My timing,” he chuckles, nipping at my bottom lip, before trailing his lips down my throat. I tremble when he takes my nipple between his teeth, swirling his tongue around the hard bud.
Without warning, he thrusts into me, lodging his cock deeper than before, sending out a flood of sensations racing through my body. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before pulling out, then slamming into me again.
His lips cover mine as his hips begin to move fast and steady, and I swear I feel each stroke in the very core of my being. Waves of sensation gather and build, until I’m completely lost in the ecstasy that threatens to consume me.
Nothing exists but the feel of him moving inside of me.
Lust. Hunger. Desire. Whatever it is that drives me, I know that I’ll never be the same afterwards.
His kiss becomes more urgent, and I return it, taking his mouth every bit as hard as he takes mine. Our tongues roll and clash, our lips molding against each other.
Heat lashes through me, whipping over my flesh, driving me higher, closer to the point where I feel like my entire body is going to explode with the pleasure of it.
My heavy breaths become moans and I tighten my legs around his thrusting hips, lifting closer to him, trying to catch every last sensation that tears through my body. I clench around his cock and pressure tightens within me, until it’s burning out of control and explodes like wildfire across my flesh, through my womb.
The orgasm is so intense, so soul shattering that when I try to scream his name, I only have breath left for a whispered cry.
He thrusts hard, deep, one more time, before his body stiffens and I feel his own release explode within me.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers harshly against my ear.
He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him, so that his arms are wrapped around me in an intimate embrace.
At first I freeze, unused to being held.
I lay still, listening to his harsh breathing, unable, or unwilling to move.
We’re both silent, which is good, because I don’t know if I’d trust my voice to speak. I try to regain some semblance of control over my shattered senses, but he’s completely undone me.
I know I should move, before my mind starts to play tricks on me that this is anything more than it is, but I already know it’s too late for that.
Where am I supposed to go from here? I know this man will never be mine. But for the briefest moment, he’s melted the steel cage I’ve kept around my heart.
Dangerous. That’s what he is.
As if sensing my mood, he places his hand under my chin and forces me to look at him.
“You okay?”
I give a small smile and nod, still not trusting my voice.
“I have to go into the office.” He
“I like when you beg, sweetheart.” He positions himself above so that his cock is nudged against my pussy, and I wiggle beneath him desperately. His fingers grip my hips, holding me steady. “But we’re going to do this my way. My timing.”
A rush of excitement shoots through me. The dominance in his voice, the edge of control and power beneath his dark gaze turns me to putty in his hands.
In this moment, there’s no denying that I’m his.
I watch as the swollen head of his cock eases into me. He’s huge, and I can feel the stretch of my muscles as I relax to accommodate the width of him.
A small cry tears from my throat as I take more of him. Then, in one hard stroke, he buries himself inside of me.
I gasp, my fingers digging into his arms. He holds himself still inside me, and our gazes lock. If I could stay locked in the moment, I would.
When he starts to move, I’m all but helpless against the pleasure that tears through me. The need for him drowns out the warning that this will only end in heartbreak.
His hands are on me, cupping my ass, molding my breast.
He eases back, and I wrap my legs around his hips, feeling the loss of his hard flesh inside me, and try to pull him back.
“My timing,” he chuckles, nipping at my bottom lip, before trailing his lips down my throat. I tremble when he takes my nipple between his teeth, swirling his tongue around the hard bud.
Without warning, he thrusts into me, lodging his cock deeper than before, sending out a flood of sensations racing through my body. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before pulling out, then slamming into me again.
His lips cover mine as his hips begin to move fast and steady, and I swear I feel each stroke in the very core of my being. Waves of sensation gather and build, until I’m completely lost in the ecstasy that threatens to consume me.
Nothing exists but the feel of him moving inside of me.
Lust. Hunger. Desire. Whatever it is that drives me, I know that I’ll never be the same afterwards.
His kiss becomes more urgent, and I return it, taking his mouth every bit as hard as he takes mine. Our tongues roll and clash, our lips molding against each other.
Heat lashes through me, whipping over my flesh, driving me higher, closer to the point where I feel like my entire body is going to explode with the pleasure of it.
My heavy breaths become moans and I tighten my legs around his thrusting hips, lifting closer to him, trying to catch every last sensation that tears through my body. I clench around his cock and pressure tightens within me, until it’s burning out of control and explodes like wildfire across my flesh, through my womb.
The orgasm is so intense, so soul shattering that when I try to scream his name, I only have breath left for a whispered cry.
He thrusts hard, deep, one more time, before his body stiffens and I feel his own release explode within me.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers harshly against my ear.
He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him, so that his arms are wrapped around me in an intimate embrace.
At first I freeze, unused to being held.
I lay still, listening to his harsh breathing, unable, or unwilling to move.
We’re both silent, which is good, because I don’t know if I’d trust my voice to speak. I try to regain some semblance of control over my shattered senses, but he’s completely undone me.
I know I should move, before my mind starts to play tricks on me that this is anything more than it is, but I already know it’s too late for that.
Where am I supposed to go from here? I know this man will never be mine. But for the briefest moment, he’s melted the steel cage I’ve kept around my heart.
Dangerous. That’s what he is.
As if sensing my mood, he places his hand under my chin and forces me to look at him.
“You okay?”
I give a small smile and nod, still not trusting my voice.
“I have to go into the office.” He