Page 36 of Untamed Billionaire's Innocent Bride

Inch by luscious inch.

At last, he thought as she tossed the dress aside and stood there before him wearing nothing but a delicate lace bra that cupped her perfect breasts, and a pair of pale pink panties that gleamed a bit in the last of the light of the waning summer afternoon.

She made his mouth water.

And God, how she made him ache.

He reached over and put his hands on her, finally. He drew her hair over her shoulders, then followed the line of each arm. Down to find her fingers, particularly the one that wore his ring, then back up again. He found the throat where her pulse pounded out a rhythm he could feel in the hardest part of him, and each soft swell of her breast above the fabric that covered them and held them aloft.

She was like poured cream, sweet and rich, and so soft to the touch he had to bite back a groan. He traced his way over the tempting curve of her belly, her hips made for his hands, and then behind to her pert bottom.

She was warm already, but she became hot beneath his palms.

And he was delighted to find that when she flushed, she turned bright red all the way down to her navel. Better by far than he’d imagined.

He dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around her and dropped his mouth to a spot just below her navel, smiling when she jolted against him.

Because touching her wasn’t enough. He wanted to taste her.

First, he retraced his steps, putting his mouth everywhere he could reach, relishing each shocked and greedy little noise she made. The way she widened her stance, then sagged back against the high bed as if her knees could no longer hold her. She buried her hands in his hair, but either she didn’t know how to guide him, or didn’t want to, so he made his own path.

And when her eyes looked blind with need, he reached up and unhooked her bra, carefully removing it so he could expose her breasts to his view.

Perfect.She was perfect, and he leaned in close so he could take his fill of her. He pulled one nipple deep into his mouth, sucking until she cried out.

And Dominik thought it was the most glorious sound he had ever heard.

When he was finished with both nipples, they stood harder and more proud. And she was gripping the bed sheets behind her, her head tipped back so all of her golden hair spread around her like a halo.

He shifted forward, lifting her up and setting her back on the bed so he could peel the panties from her hips.

As he pulled them down her satiny legs, she panted. And was making the slightest high-pitched sounds in the back of her throat, if he wasn’t mistaken.

She only got louder when he lifted up her legs and set them on his shoulders so they dangled down his back, and then he lost himself in the fact he had full, unfettered access to all that molten sweetness between her legs.

The scent of her arousal roared in him, making him crazy.

Making him as close to desperate as he’d ever been.

He looked up and let his lips curve when he found her gazing back at him, a look of wonder on her face.

And something like disbelief in her eyes.

“You... My legs...” She hardly sounded like herself.

“All the better to eat you with, my dear,” he said, dark and greedy.

And then he set his mouth to the core of her, and showed her exactly how real the fairy tales were, after all.