Billionaire's Accidental Wife

Chapter 11

Sebastian’s Residence In the bliss of making love with Dave, he nearly wrecked her, but it was nothing

compared to the pleasure she felt at his sudden thrust that made her cum again.

Chelsea gasped at the beautiful pain, feeling his shaft all the way deeper. But that initial jolt gave way

to an indescribable pleasure as his lips pressed against her skin and he drew a feverish kiss that made

her groan to her core.Heat raced through her veins like rivers of nothingness, all of her senses-every

fibre of her being-drawn toward the pulse that now flowed beneath Dave’s lips. Each suckling tug,

every erotic sweep of his tongue, confirmed what she had already known. She was his and he was

hers.

If she hadn’t been before, the connection he had just activated between them ensured she always

would be. He could never take another as, for Dave, there would only be Chelsea.

The joy that understanding gave her was almost too much to bear. It filled her heart, even as it

awakened something raw and primal inside her.

“You always belong to me, sweetheart.” Dave muttered under the kiss.

She tucked her fingers through his hair, holding him to her throat as he kissed, “Yes, I’m yours.”

He moaned, still rocking atop her, their bodies intimately joined. His strokes intensified along with the

taste of her skin against his lips. The combined sensations flooded her with desire, stoking her need all

over again.

“Beautiful… you are so beautiful,” he murmured, his deep voice as rough as gravel, his breath rushing

hot against her throat. She felt his tongue sweep over her skin.

He lifted his head to watch her now. Dave’s eyes were glowing as bright as coals, gazing at her with

such a ferocity of emotion it stole her breath. She had never seen him like this before. She licked her

lips, hungry to feel him at her core again.

Everywhere.

He was ferocious and otherworldly, the most magnificent man she’d ever seen.

His wicked mouth curved as he caressed the side of her face and the tender skin where his kisses had

been. “I can feel you inside me, Chelsea, and I feel your pleasure. I feel how badly you need me to

make you come again.” As if to punctuate, he thrust long and slow and deep, a rumble of satisfaction

vibrating through him as she cried out in helpless ecstasy. “Oh goodness me, Dave!”

“My sweet Chelsea,” he said, lowering his head to kiss her forehead, her cheek, her parted lips as she

sighed. “I wish you could feel how much I love you.”

“Show me,” she whispered, reaching up to trace her fingers along his rigid jaw, her gaze drifting to his

lips. “Let me taste you now, Dave. I want to taste you again.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice.

In a snarl, he brought himself up to her face. His fluid dripped onto her breasts, hot splashes of white

haven that inflamed her dark thirst for him as he guided her mouth to his shaft. She sealed her lips over

the long, rigid manliness of the man she secretly loved. Dave moaned at her eagerness. The first drop

of his fluid on her tongue felt like a kiss of flame. She moaned, both in shock and thirst. She wanted

him more. As Dave’s moans echoed around the room, she started moving quickly, as if she was in a

hurry for something. She lapped at his skin, astonished at the intense rush of heat through her body as

she drank from him. Dave’s saltiness felt alive with a wildness and strength she could barely

comprehend. As powerful as an electric charge, each sip blasted into her body, into her…into her soul.

There was no fear left in her. No doubt. Everything peeled away, leaving only their love. This

connection that nothing, and no one, could sever.

And beneath the contentment she felt as she tasted from Dave’s shaft was a deeper blooming of

desire. She wanted him. She Loved him!

It was the most erotic thing, watching her with those eyes that burned everything away except the bond

they now shared.

She didn’t think her body could withstand another hot race toward climax, but Dave had unleashed

something inside her. Something fierce and demanding. Something violently carnal.

“Ah, Chelsea, I’m cumming..” He groaned, she suckled his shaft and writhed beneath him. “I know. I

can’t be gentle now either.”

With a smile, Dave pulled his shaft away from her lips then flipped her over onto her stomach. One

strong arm slid beneath her, hoisting her backside up to meet him as he slammed home from behind

her.

He took her swiftly, aggressively, giving no quarter until they both were fully spent and collapsed on the

bed in a sated tangle of limbs.

She didn’t know how long they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies slick with sweat

and the musky scent of their lovemaking. Chelsea could have stayed there for hours. Days. Even

forever.

She groaned when he rolled away, bringing her with him. Dave went to the bathroom, the water began

to run in the tub after a minute. Chelsea rose off the bed with him, smiling as he caught her in his

embrace and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

She drew back, searching the banked ocean of his gaze. “That was… amazing.”

He inclined his head in solemn agreement. “Yes, it was. More than amazing.”

“So…where do we go from here?” He grunted, a smile playing at the edges of his sensual mouth. “To

the bathtub, for starters. I’ve made a mess of you.” “No, Dave.” She slowly shook her head. “You’ve

made me whole.” His expression intensified, sparking a positive energy. “Ah, Chelsea, I love you,” he

murmured. “But I don’t know where we go from here. Back to London to begin with. From there, we’ll

have to figure it out. Right now, I only know that I need you with me.” DA BI BITI It was all the promise

she needed. Him. With her. Together. She could hardly believe this was her new reality.

Tipping her chin up, he kissed her with reverent care. Then, he startled her when he scooped her into

his strong arms and carried her to the bathroom. He stepped into the tub with her, sinking down into the NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

water with her straddled against him. Chelsea sighed into the comfort of his arīns and the softly lapping

pool around them. “This is heaven,” she murmured, resting her head on the muscled pillow of his

shoulder. “I’ve never been so happy. I never thought I would be.” As he bathed her, Dave tenderly

caressed her. His hands were wet and warm and soothing. She started to drift, her mind relaxing as

she watched the little ripples dance in the bath water.

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