Her Tiger Billionaire (5 page)

Unexpectedly, Sven laughed. His rich voice hit the wood-dominated ceilings of his private study.

Annalise grumbled. “I know I’m being stupid. Move along; there’s nothing to see.”

“Anna.” Sven seemed to struggle to keep his mirth under control. “Have you ever been in love before?”

“Of course I have. Don’t be silly.”

“No, you don’t understand. I mean, truly in love, not just as if you’d
like someone.”

“Sven, you’re scaring me. I hope you’re not suggesting we exchange diaries and discuss our feelings. You’re acting like my best friend in middle school.”

“Am I?” He tugged her closer to him. “Did your best friend do this?” He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

It wasn’t a friendly kiss like he did every morning—a peck on the forehead or cheek. It was a kiss a man gave to a woman when he wanted so much more, a carnal relationship, a deeper and intimate call that broke the invisible barrier between them. It melted her awkwardness for him into a simple feeling she understood: she wanted him.
As a man. As her lover.

The kiss was exquisite, one that spurred her heart to beat faster and caused shimmering heat to rush through every vein.

He started slow—a lick of greeting, followed by an exploratory brush across her lips. What he did caused a high octane lust to burst out inside her. Her body responded wantonly. She opened up her mouth and Sven kissed her hungrily. Deep, all tongue and almost feral—one that took her breath away, and her mind was lost in the clouds. She could no longer think at that moment, and merely responded with instinct.

When Sven broke the kiss, the magic that lulled her stopped short, leaving her half- awake and dazed.

“I…Uhm. Sorry. Did you say something?” Annalise slurred like a drunkard.

“I thought so.”

Annalise tried hard to focus but her brain wasn’t cooperating.

“You want me,” he said. His eyes became unnaturally luminous. “I wish you’d be more honest with your feelings.
Especially when you’re so blunt about everything else.”

“But this isn’t in the
prenup.”

“No. No, it isn’t.”

“It would cause a problem when we’re getting divorced.”

“Anna, let me set something straight. I have no intention of divorcing you.”

Huh?
She sobered up immediately.

“I love you. I love having you in my life. I don’t want anything to change. If that makes me selfish, so be it. And that being said, can we at least try to have a normal married life?”

She thought about it for a minute. She couldn’t deny it was also what she wanted. “I…I’d love to try.”

“Thank you.” Sven kissed her again. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her in the middle of the bed. He crawled on top of her and caressed her cheek. For a moment, Sven didn’t do anything. He just stared at her as if he was drinking in the outline of her features.

Annalise touched his face, feeling the roughness of his stubble. Sven was one of the few men who could wear stubble dazzlingly.. She licked her lips unconsciously. God, she just realized how badly she wanted this man. As badly as she needed her next breath. Why did she play a cat and mouse game with him? Sven treated her nicely, and so far he had never lied to her. She was always over-thinking stuff then drawing the wrong conclusion.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, begging.

Sven purred. His voice rivaled a big cat in the zoo. “Say the magic word.”

“Please?”

“Not that. What do you call your husband?”

“Honey.”

“I like that sound.”

“Darling.”

“That’s even better.”

“Would thou bestow me a kiss, milord?”

“Oh my, how could I refuse that one?”

Sven laughed in a low tone, and she felt bass timbre hitting the base of her spine. He sounded so damn sexy each time he did that. She would never get bored hearing it. He was such an epitome of masculinity, a wet dream of every woman’s naughtiest fantasy. Sven brushed his lips on the tip of her nose and briefly on her lips. She opened her mouth, waiting for his kiss. But he didn’t kiss her right away. He teased. He purred again and licked her lips. The effect was instantaneous: hot, searing her alive. High-octane lust flamed within her.

“Sven!”

“Hmm?”
He traced her outer lips with the tip of his tongue.

Annalise
halted her breath. She became impatient. But Sven loved to tease. She knew that. The ache between her thighs intensified. Her sex moistened. She couldn’t remember the last time she was so turned on like this. Not even when she made out with her first and last boyfriend. No, Cole had never made her feel this way. Sven was different. Sven’s sex appeal was so potent, her heart danced wild and blood pounded hard in her veins each time he was within her reach.

Sven lowered his head until their faces were a mere hairsbreadth away. She could see the vivid color of his eyes and how lush the dark fan of his eyelashes were. His gaze was penetrating, yet soulful at the same time. He drowned her in pure heat. A low growl escaped his throat. He kissed her.
Slowly and at the same time so full of passion.

Annalise
wrapped her arms around his neck and reciprocated his kiss. She couldn’t think straight. It felt like she was wadding in a pool of molasses, guided only by her instinct. She wanted more of his kisses. She wanted to be touched, to be loved and to be claimed properly. She wanted to feel him all over. Skin to skin. And nothing in between.

She wanted him inside her.

Her heart gave a wild jolt when Sven slipped a hand under her sweater, moving up and cupping her breast. She forgot that Sven was a big man with a big hand. She was generous in the chest department and yet her best asset easily fitted in his palm.

Annalise
felt drunk even though not a drop of alcohol had touched her lips. Warm and heady, being loved by Sven was intoxicating.

He kissed her and kissed her again, and it became urgent with need. He suddenly stopped. “Sorry. I don’t want to rush this. I’ve been fantasizing about making love to you for a very long time. I’m going to savor you slowly.” He gave her a quick butterfly kiss on her lips.
“And thoroughly. Very thoroughly.”

Annalise
groaned in protest.

“Shush.” Sven tapped the tip of her nose. He raked his gaze all over her, as if he didn’t know what to select first from her buffet of treats. “Mm, where do I start?” he murmured to himself.

She smiled shyly as she unbuttoned her sweater as invitation.

Sven quickly captured her hand. “I don’t think so. Don’t deprive me of my pleasure. I’ve been wanted to undress you from the very first time we’ve met.”

“Pervy.” Her word had no heat in it.

“So what if I’m
pervy? You were meant for me. Mine.”

Annalise
trembled from his declaration. Her face burned when they locked gazes. Sven sounded and looked true to his words.

With a mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips, Sven grabbed
Annalise’s arms and secured them over her head, rendering her at his mercy. He kissed her open-mouthed, paused, kissed her again as he felt her all over, paused and kissed her over and over until she felt the world was spinning. The way he restrained her, showing her that he was the master of her body, excited Annalise. She wanted to touch him back, hold him, rub his body with hers, but he wouldn’t permit her.

“Anna.”

He breathed out her name between his kisses. The sensuous rasp of his deep bass voice elicited a sudden tingle on her spine. His very touches sparked fire beneath her skin, an unadulterated lust. He nibbled her bottom lip, upper lip, and dipped his tongue into her mouth. Annalise, half crazed with need, crushed her mouth on his and kissed him greedily. Sven returned it with just as much voracity, kissing her until she was ready to pass out.

Sven released her arms. He hoisted himself in a sitting position and straddled her. He unbuttoned her sweater cardigan. His face was serious, fixed with undivided attention. “Exquisite,” he praised her as he drank in the sight of her almost bare skin.

Her heart swelled. Sven was so different than her first boyfriend. Cole had only cared about getting her into a position so he could mount her. Sven paused and observed and complimented her. She wasn’t just an object to score. She was his equal, his lover whom he was generous to give pleasure to and take from.

He removed her bra next. His eyes became unnaturally luminous when he saw her nipples. The crowns of her breasts were hard and sensitive from arousal. “Pink,” he muttered, “so fucking pretty.” He leaned down and licked them.

Annalise jerked involuntarily. She widened her eyes. The pleasure… unbelievably good. How could this be? Electric shivers coursed down her spine Morsels of delights exploded in the area where he painted with his tongue.

“Babe, you taste as good as you look.” Sven kneaded her breasts and licked the side of her jaw. Her toes curled in pleasure as he grazed and suckled her flesh.

Annalise grabbed his shoulder, digging her short nails into his expensive designer shirt. She moaned unconsciously. Her heart raced as he licked his way down, to the hollow of her throat, her cleavage. He let out a primal-sounding growl before he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard.

“Sven!”
She clawed his flesh. “Oh.” The sensation was unbelievably wicked. Deep drawing pleasure shot from her nipple straight to her sex, making her pussy ache and become wetter. She fisted a handful of his hair as he sucked and sucked until she was ready to shout. Annalise caught herself from telling him to stop. No, she didn’t want him to stop. No way. What the hell she was thinking? She wanted more. The pleasure he’d introduced made her instantly addicted.

Sven released her nipple. He licked and sucked it again.
Hard. He trapped her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

She instantly hyperventilated. God, it was so damn good it should be a sin. Her body quivered. She was about to lose her mind. She burned inside and out. She became too hot. The air around her became scarce. She tried to breathe. Her chest constricted. His mouth was hot. Her abused nipple was even hotter. Brimstone of lust scorched her to cinders. Inside his mouth, Sven circled the peak of her nipple with his tongue as he continued to suck and suck and suck—

It slammed her like a tornado. Fast. Furious. Vengeful.

Annalise
shouted as she threw her head backward and arched her back in pleasure. She came so hard it knocked the breath out of her lungs. Her eyes watered. She was lightheaded. If she were a cartoon character, she’d see birds flying in circles above her head.

“Anna, that was beautiful.”

Goodness!
Was Sven watching her having an orgasm? She instinctively covered her chest with her arms. Embarrassed.

“Are your breasts that sensitive?”

Annalise was sure her face looked like a boiled lobster. “I guess.”

That wicked smile of his returned.
“Hmm. I think I found your kryptonite.” Sven squeezed her breast and sucked her unmolested nipple.

That one sent her into her spiraling ecstasy. She squirmed, thrashed, bucked to be free from his delicious torture; she wanted to do the same to him, touch him, discover all of his secrets like he discovered hers, but Sven wouldn’t let her. He wrestled her into submission, immobilizing her so he could put his mouth anywhere he wanted to.

Annalise squealed, giggled, and moaned with pleasure as Sven continued his lewd assaults. He marked her flesh with his teeth and buried his face in her cleavage, deeply inhaling her scent as if he couldn’t get enough of everything she had to offer. One by one, the remaining of her wet clothes flew from the bed. She instinctively closed her legs when Sven slid her panties to her ankles.

He chuckled. “What’s the matter? Embarrassed?”

Was she that easy to read?

“You sure you’re not a virgin?”

“Sven!”

He grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth. He slipped his free hand into the juncture of her thighs, where he found she was soaking wet. He stroked her curls and her swollen pussy. “Don’t be shy.” He breathed his words onto her lips. “You’re mine, aren’t you? I can touch you, kiss you, and taste you, anytime I want.” His voice went an octave deeper. “The way I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it. Mine.” His gaze smoldered. “All mine.”

“Yours,” she echoed, mesmerized.

“Damn right.” He played with her curls and felt her wet seam. He found her clitoris and played with it, making her fidgety. “Good?” he asked.

Not trusting her voice, Annalise nodded. The way he rubbed her invoked all kinds of aches within her. Her pussy contracted. Her pulse raced. Heat surged through her veins. The familiar need to reach the peak of pleasure started nagging again.

Slowly he rubbed his finger along her moist lips, then into her opening and inside her.
Annalise stiffened. Sven soothed her with soft murmurs. He pushed his finger deeper and deeper until the pad of his palm mashed against her vulva. She swallowed a lungful of air as the muscles of her vagina tightened around his digit.