Insatiable (8 page)

In seconds, he had me completely undressed.

“I missed you more,” I cooed, running my fingers through his hairy chest. I kissed his right nipple and took it into my mouth.

“
Mmm
, you can’t work for me at Hart Enterprises.”

I pulled back, recalled why I was angry with Drake.

“I don’t work for you
or
Hart Enterprises!
You
saw to
that
.”

“What I meant…the only work you will be performing is in my bed.”

“Your bed?
Get out! I will not be any man’s mistress.” I bolted off the bed. I didn’t need a man in this way. I wanted marriage, the white picket fence, and two children. One of each and it seemed that Drake Hart wasn’t the man for me. Sex was good for a time, but that was superficial. I wanted more: friendship, love, and a serious commitment between a man and wife.

I stood, ready for him to leave my apartment so I could finally put my life back in order without him.

“Bella, I’m explaining this all wrong. I love you. I want you to meet my parents. I’m coming out of the closet with our relationship. That is how serious I am about us.”

“
Ahh
, Drake, I’ve been miserable without you. I love you, too,” I confessed, pushing him back on the bed. I took his velvet-like steel into my fingers and massaged him.

Drake held his breath as his cock jerked in greedy expectation. He was fully aroused—hot, hard, and ready. The heat from his sex told me so when he nudged it against my clit. The friction was heavenly. My vaginal walls clenched him as if he were already there.

Drake reversed our position. “Are you ready for me, Bella?” he asked. Without waiting for my response, he seated himself in one deep thrust.

“
Ay-ay,
”
I cried out in ecstasy. I arched my body to meet him. Finally, I could feel him within my quivering core. I tasted him, heard his sexy growl in my ear, and smelled his arousal surrounding us.

Not only did Drake hold me prisoner with the sinful moves of his hips, he tantalized me with the hot gliding of his sweet tongue until I thought I’d die a sweet, slow death.

“
Querdio
, harder, deeper…more Drake…more,” I screamed at the first ripple of my orgasm as it shook my body. “I’m-I’m—”

Minutes later, I watched the pleasure on Drake’s face as we each came within seconds of the other.

Much later, I opened my eyes and smiled up at him. My left hand felt Drake’s heartbeat strong and steady against my fingers.

“Do you love me enough to marry me, Isabella Ruiz?”

Tears of joy welled up in my eyes when I met Drake’s serious gaze.

“Marry me,” he repeated, wiping the tears running down my cheeks.

“Yes, I’ll marry you!” I ran my hands over his damp chest. Our lips met in a soul-shattering kiss. We sealed our love with a kiss.

I couldn’t wait to call Elaina in the morning with the news. I would become Mrs. Drake Steven Hart. My fantasy came true—just like in romance novels.

The End

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Mirrah
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