Chapter 87 - HEIRESS'S SECOND CHANCE BILLIONAIRE

Chapter Eighty-Seven “Don’t make a sound.”

Isabella Kingston.

“You are beautiful,” That is all I heard from Christian before he closed the distance between us in two quick strides, and I found myself enveloped in his arms, his lips landing on mine and taking my breath away.

The kiss form earlier was passionate, but this was more fervent, more domineering, I found it hard to catch up with him—I could only try, and eventually cave in, giving into his mercy and allowing him to do with me as he pleases because I am all his.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, as if knowing the thoughts running through my mind, while he pulled back to meet my gaze, my arm wound around his neck while one of his wrapped around my waist, the other resting his palm on my cheek, caressing the spot there.

I swallowed thickly, “No one,” I breathed out, my lips slanting into a mischievous grin as he gave me a look. I know what answer he wants to hear, but I am not quite in the mood of giving in to him, at least not on this talking back aspect. “I am my own person.” I added , my eyes daring him to claim otherwise.

Christian did not say a thing, he simply gave me that look that had heat pooling down there, along with chills coursing through my veins. I understood what that look meant when his hand that was around my waist slipped down, slowly trailing up my thighs and further between it.

I sucked in a breath at the feeling of his touches going further in that area, my eyes holding his as he refuses to look away and neither did I. My hold around his shoulder tightened when his fingers reached his destination, and I felt one slowly easing into me, filling me up.

A gasp escaped my lips at the fullness of it, having been celibate since my divorce with he whom I would rather not even think about—especially not in this position. I had sworn off on all relations, and yet here I am, at the mercy of this man.

A moan left my parted lips as I threw my head back when one finger turned to two, and my knees weakened while I grasped onto his shoulder like my life depended on it. “Christian...Christian…” His name was like a mantra that I found myself repeating all over, as I felt him filling me in completely, taking me to a stage of oblivion and with just his fingers.

He leaned down again, capturing my lips in another kiss that muffled my moans, but his fingers pumped in expertly, my toes curling and my senses began to become haywire.

“I am close…I am close, Christian….” Just as I felt myself about to tip off the cliff, he suddenly pulled away, and a while escaped my lips as I gave him a what the hell look, but that look disappeared as a new wave of desire crashed over me.

Christian brought those fingers to his mouth, sucking them off, his eyes holding mine as he did just that. But, that was not just it, he reached down, took a hold of my underwear and pulled them down so it dropped to the floor. I moved my foot away, kicking it but he picked it up instead, slipping it into the pocket of his pants.

I swallowed thickly at the scene, my heart rate spiking up when he got on his knees, trailing kisses from my belly button, moving downwards slowly, his hands gripping my waist firmly.

“Christian…” I called out, trying to figure out what he is doing despite knowing fully well. But, I was not trying to stop it.

Christian looked up, still on his knees. “If you want me to stop, love, just say it,” His words were earnest, and so was his expression. “We won’t do anything you do not want,” Minus the act he pulled of depriving me earlier, but I did not point out.

“I am fine,”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded.

“Words, Isabella. I need you to speak.”

“I am fine.” I ascertained, “I am good.”

He smiled, taking that as his confirmation. Then, he carried on with his task, continuing to kiss all the way till he reached down there, and then he sucked on, making my back arch forward as a loud moan escaped my lips.

“CHRISTIAN,” My fingers dug into the base of his neck, taking a hold of the hair there to steady me. He did not complain.

At least, not in that way. Because he pulled away after a short while, then lightly rebuked. “Tone it down, Isabella.” He said, “Don’t make a sound, we do not want to disrupt the whole house and the people downstairs, do we?”

I shook my head, too engrossed in wanting him to help me get this much needed release, “I really do not care about the whole house,” I replied earnestly.

Christian smirked, his thumb caressing the skin above my inguinal ligament. “Well, my love, as much as I would want to have you screaming my name so everyone will know whom you belong to, I am not sure you would want to deal with facing them later on, can you?”

To be honest, he is right. I would die of embarrassment, especially if I run into Grace or Gloria, I cannot handle it.

He smiled, knowing he is right. “Keep it down, will you?” With that, he delved right in again, bringing me to that very cliff I so desperately want to jump off.

My hand goes to my mouth, trying to muffle the moans but it was difficult, especially when I felt my legs shaking, and that familiar knot slowly releasing as I tipped off. A load moan escaped my mouth, just in time I heard the door knob being twisted open, and a voice coming.

“Christian, Isabella? Are you two in there?” Gloria’s voice came, sounding genuinely curious. “You guys need to come back to the party, we are about to cut the cake,”

I bit my lip down hard, trying to hold back my moan as I orgasmed, and Christian did not stop, continuing to take every last drop I could offer, and even pulling out a second orgasm that had me on the brink of wanting to scream.

“Mom, let us just go back, I am sure they will be back any second now,” Grace’s voice came from the other end as well.

A whimper escaped my lips as I felt the second orgasm coming, my hold around Christian’s hair tightening I am afraid I would pull a few strands out of their roots.

“Wait, I think they are in there,” She must have heard my whimper.

I pressed my lips close, fighting to hold back the moan.

“No, I doubt it,” Grace believes otherwise it appears. “Come, let us go back. I’ll call Christian again. Maybe they are in the garden and she is giving him his birthday gift. Let us just go and call him, I can cut the cake for him even,” She joked.

“Oh, shush. He will be cutting his own cake.”

“Alright, alright, let us just go. I need to get back to my husband and daughter,” The sound of retreating footsteps came as they left, just in time my orgasm fully ended and Christian got back on his knees, licking his lips while sporting a smug grin.

I narrowed my eyes at him, despite feeling fully satiated.

His hand went to the side of my neck, then he whispered against my lips. “I just had my birthday dessert, I won’t be in need of another,”

“Christian…” I warned.

“How I love hearing you call my name,” He grinned slyly, “But I love you moaning it more.” Before I could speak, he captured my lips, and I could taste myself on him.

My hand went down to his pants, as I tried to undo the belt but he stopped me, pulling away from the kiss. “Don’t,” He whispered, “Today, I am more concerned about you.”

“But, it is your birthday,”

“And you gave me the best birthday present,” His smile was genuine. “Now give me a minute to get ready and then we will head back before Gloria comes back.”

“Let me take care of you,”

“I am afraid if you do, we won’t be leaving this room at all, and we do have guests to entertain,” I hate how right he is, and it annoys me. He chuckled at my annoyance, then leaned down to peck my lips. “Later, when we are back home, okay?”

I nodded, caving in, knowing he is right. I watched as he turned around and headed into the en suite, leaving me alone there. But, I won’t lie, Christian is exactly whom he thinks he is, and I am afraid he will have me addicted to him at this rate.

He is a drug I do not mind becoming addicted to.