Captured by the Billionaire (Omnibus Edition)

by Savage, Violet

  “I love you,” they told each other in unison, eyes widening in surprise at the harmony. He grabbed her by the hair and thrust his tongue inside of her mouth.

  Adam’s body had sunk into the bed until he was half lying on his back. He gripped himself and guided his cock slowly inside of her. A gasp and a growl tore their lips apart as he breached into her heat. It was as thick as she remembered, stretching her to her limits the way it had the first time he fucked her against the unyielding boulder. But he was so much gentler this time, sliding in cautiously inch by inch until she was full of him.

  His arms wrapped around her hips as he drove upwards, sinking the last of his length inside of her depths as she cried out. He kissed her again, threading his fingers through her hair as he held her on his cock. His lips traveled away from her mouth, grazing along her jaw to her ear, darting across her forehead to her eyelids, and settling on the tip of her nose as he gripped her hips and thrust upwards.

  She could feel that it was different, the way he touched her, caressed her, his eyes constantly checking her face for any hint of discomfort. His fingers clamped onto her nipples to roughly, sending a piercing jolt through her body. He bit his lip and stopped, leaning up to kiss each on tenderly and flick it lightly with his tongue before lightly grazing them with his fingers as she rode him.

  His eyes were on her as she bounced up and down, a satisfied smile on his lips. Leah moaned in pleasure, pulling her hands off of her breasts and wrapping her fingers into his. Her eyes flew open, instinctively looking down at him sheepishly, waiting for the usual irritated response. Instead he squeezed her hands in his, bucking his hips up to help her as her rhythm slowed.

  She wanted to keep going, to ride him into oblivion but her body was wearing out. He knew, holding her up in his strong arms, pumping into her, but her exhaustion was stealing her enjoyment.

  He sat up, his chest catching her as she slumped forward and he wrapped his arms around her. She felt him slide out of her as he gripped her ass and laid her gently on her back. A frustrated whimper escaped her lips and she spread her legs, desperate to feel him inside her again.

  The smile that looked down at her was hungry, though he paused for a second to dip down and plant a tender kiss on her lips. Then he drove himself inside of her in one greedy thrust, widening her eyes and shaking out a gasp. His hands were on her hips as he drove into her deeper.

  Her belly kept them farther apart than she wanted as he leaned forward to catch one of her nipples between his lips. He must have been afraid to crush her and he let out a frustrated grunt before uprighting himself and settled for groping her breasts. Watching him lose himself in her flesh pushed her arousal higher and she felt herself clench around him.

  He fucked her deeply and forcefully, not quite as hard as he had before but much harder than she had imagined he would have. His eyes stayed on her, burning hot, with barely a trace of restraint. She cried out as he watched her, steadying her bucking hips as she shattered around him. He followed her almost immediately, shuddering and letting out a howl as he detonated inside of her.

  As soon as he was finished he was out of her, pulling her into his lap and cradling her in his arms. His mouth clamped onto hers and his hand stroked her belly lightly. He covered her in kisses, her face, her neck, her chest, her stomach, her arms, everywhere he could get his lips without having to let go of her. The more she giggled, the more he pecked at her, an endless stream of “I love you’s” flowing from his smiling lips.

  And that when she saw it, or rather, saw that it wasn’t there anymore. The light behind his eyes shone brightly, barely filtered through the ever-present sorrow. She wrapped her arms around him, catching his traveling lips with her own and pulling him into a deeper embrace. The bodies sank into each other and slipped lower on the bed, their hands twisted together like they were afraid to be pulled apart.

  22

  “Do we really have to go?” Leah asked, watching him packing their suitcases. “I’m not due for another week.”

  Adam let out a sigh. “Don’t tell me that you’re still worried I’m not bringing you back.”

  “I’m not.” She waddled over to him and laid her head against his back, winding her arms around his waist as much as her belly would let her. “I just want to stay home.”

  He turned around and kissed her forehead. “I know, baby. But I’m not relenting any further on this. If I had my way we would have been there already.”

  “It’s a scheduled C-section, Adam.”

  He laughed and laid his hands on her belly. “If you don’t go into labor before that. I’m not risking that, not a chance.”

  She frowned at him.

  “Don’t give me that look.” He kissed her pouting lips. “You know it could happen. Especially since you’ve been convincing me to fuck you every day for the last two weeks. That’s an old midwives’ trick to bring on labor you know.”

  “I know.” She knew he was right.

  “It’s a beautiful house, baby. And we’ll be back before you know it.”

  And he was right again. She actually did go into labor two days later and she was glad they were so close to the hospital. Adam was too worried to give her an I-told-you-so lecture while she was being rushed into the operating room. The last thing she saw before she went under was the frightened look on his face.

  Within a week, she was back on the deck, watching the sun sink behind the trees while curled up on Adam’s lap with their son curled up on hers, studying the way the aquamarine on her finger matched the baby blue of his eyes. They named him Samuel and as soon as his Daddy knew that his Mommy was going to make a full recovery, Leah watched the last of the sorrow evaporate from her future husband’s eyes. They were whole now, and she knew that he would stay with her forever every time his lips found hers in the dark.