Free Billionaires in Paris: An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Cynthia Dane Page B

let me have it. I don’t care. I know I’ll have it eventually. Ian always delivers on his promises, and he’s promised me the pleasure I so desperately want.
    My hips rock back. My ass tilts into the air. My blindfold slips down far enough for me to see the sweat on Ian’s forehead and the part of his lips as he exhales every groan.
    I want to come, but he hasn’t given me permission. If I come too soon, I won’t get what I really want.
    Two years ago I would’ve smacked you if you even suggested that I would love to have a man come inside of me. That was before Ian, of course. Since then I’ve changed my stance considerably.
    “Please let me come,” I whine, voice trembling from the movements and my needs. “Please, sir!”
    His thrusts slow, but do not stop. A hand covers my mouth. With him lodged deep inside, Ian says, “You get to come if you tell me what you are.”
    The hand moves. “I’m yours,” I immediately say. “Do whatever you want to me!”
    “Is this what you want? For me to fuck you?”
    “Yes!”
    “Do you want me to come in you?”
    “ Yes! ”
    “Do you want me half as much as I want you?”
    I gasp, almost mishearing him. Every part of me is trembling. He’s so swollen that it’s a miracle he can move inside of me at all. “Yes,” I whimper. “I love you!”
    His mouth slams against mine. Ian is everywhere at once. Fucking me, kissing me, squeezing my body as if it’s his most precious thing. In a split instant I experience the most blessed epiphany I can have as a sub. It comes right before I climax, when Ian is thrusting oh so hard into me, his every inch filling me.
    I’m yours. Nothing else matters, because I belong to you. The world could end right now, and I wouldn’t care… because we have this moment, and I’m so damn happy.
    My orgasm has arrived. I’m falling off the bed, off a cliff, off the edge of the earth and into an abyss that means everything and nothing at the same time. My heart withers and blooms again. My soul is rejuvenated. My stupid brain alights in pure ecstasy. It’s finally happened. We’re one. Even so, my body was meant to do one thing to him.
    “ Fuck! ” Ian finally succumbs to everything he’s been holding back. “Katie!”
    He cradles me with one arm and unleashes the voice of his orgasm right into the crook of my neck. His relief spills into me, not once, not twice, but three times, each wave thicker than the last. What was once so foreign to me is now one of my most cherished moments during sex with my Dom and boyfriend. I know he agrees, because even after he lets me drop back to the bed, he’s slowly thrusting in and out of me as he softens.
    I’m still treading the abyss as he unties me and pulls off my blindfold. I’m so thankful for this subspace bullshit. I know it won’t last, but right now I feel so owned that having him wrap his arms around me and kiss me is a wonderful cherry on my sundae.
    “I love you,” Ian says again and again. “I want to make you so happy.”
    He says more romantic things as he explores the pinnacle of our union. Fingers dipping into me, forcing me to expel his seed on his hand and all over my thighs. It’s a sweet rush that forces me to acknowledge that I’m claimed by this man.
    I’m sucking the fingers that taste like us when he asks, “Do I make you happy? Does this make you happy?”
    My tongue pushes between his fingers, tasting both my essence and his. How could his not make me happy? I’m greedily licking up our wetness, for fuck’s sake! If he doesn’t watch it, I’m coming for his cock next!
    “I’m happy,” I mutter. His arm holds me close to his chest, my nose nuzzling his collarbone. “I’ll be even happier if you let me spoil you now, sir.”
    “Is that so?” He almost sounds intrigued.
    My brain and body agree that I should spend the rest of the night kissing every inch of his body, tasting myself, him, and the love we created together. Rub his tired muscles. Let