Talented Heiress: A Rose With Thorns

It was maddening.

Wilson's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, trying to suppress the growing desire that threatened to take over. His rough and strained voice broke the silence. "Yvie, stop. You need to rest."

He wanted to give in, to let himself become the reckless man she teased him to be-but he held back, though just barely.

Yvette, however, wasn't in the mood for abstinence. With a sharp tug on his tie, she pulled him down onto the bed. Then, with one fluid motion, moved to straddle him. The suddenness left Wilson momentarily stunned, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement.

"Are you sure you want to do this, baby?" His voice, deep and magnetic, carried a note of indulgent exasperation. "Are you planning to take charge here?"

"Well, someone has to," she shot back, her delicate fingers working haphazardly at the buttons of his shirt. "You're taking too long."

Wilson's chuckle rumbled low in his chest, sending a shiver down her spine. "Baby, you might regret this position. It's your first time, and you're already setting yourself up for trouble."

Before she could quip back, his hands-strong and deliberate-gripped her waist firmly. In an instant, their roles flipped, leaving Yvette beneath him.

"Let me give you one last chance to back out, baby," he said, his intense gaze locking onto hers. His restraint was palpable, even as tension coiled tight in every muscle of his body.

"Why would I back out?" Yvette asked as she tilted her head, her soft, confident tone catching him off guard.

The resolve he had been holding onto snapped. His breath hitched, and his voice dropped, rough with desire. "Baby, don't come crying to me later."

Her response was a lazy lift of her brow, as though she found the very idea amusing. The teasing curve of her lips dared him further.

The air shifted as his lips captured hers, the kiss a mix of fervor and tenderness. His mouth traveled down her heck, each touch leaving her trembling. Yvette's breathe hitched when the faint sound of a belt buckle unfastening echoed through the room.

"Hold on tight, baby," he murmured, his voice a husky promise. Yvette moaned. "Uh... It's too... deep."

She could barely form words as sensations overwhelmed her. It felt like being flung into the clouds only to plunge back down repeatedly. Her mind blanked, leaving her utterly lost in the moment.

She didn't know how much time had passed before it ended. Exhausted, Yvette lay face-down on the bed, her porcelain skin tinged with a soft blush A lone tear clung to the Corner of her eye, evidence of how O thoroughly she'd been unraveled.

Wilson leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, his deep voice vibrating against her skin. "So, baby, how are we feeling?"

Her mind was too foggy to process his words. She blinked slowly, her body utterly spent.noveldrama

He laughed softly, the sound equal parts mischief and affection. "I mean... can you handle any more?"

Understanding what he meant, her wide eyes darted to his. She tried to pull away, but his hand caught her ankle and dragged her back effortlessly.

"No... I can't..." she pleaded, her voice cracking as she shook her head.

But his soothing and tempting voice filled the room again. "Just one more time, baby. Last one, I promise."

The night was far from over.