Claudia - The Billionaire's Temptation

ercing the stillness. His eyes flickered open, the dull ache of his dreams fading into the shadows of his dimly lit room. He stretched, his muscular

from the covers. She rolled over, her hand landing on his firm chest. "Is it t

ew more minutes," he whispered, kissing the top of her head. He inh

"You know what I want," she teased, her hand sli

es closing again.

hispered, her breath tickling

He rolled over, his gaze locking onto hers. The desire in her eyes w

. He leaned in, capturing one of her pebbled nipples in his mouth, savoring the taste of her skin. She gasped, her fingers tangli

igh with his thumb. He felt the heat of her, the dampness of her arousal. His mout

" she begged, her v

She moaned, her hips bucking against his face. The storm outside grew in

ning flashed, their union grew more fervent, each stroke and caress a declaration of th

s their tangled limbs. Ferdinand's hand slid up her body, his thumb circling her clit in t

ed, her voice a crescendo

ed with the thunder's roar. Her body convulsed, and he felt her release flood over his mouth. He

at him with a dazed smile. "I've missed this

k standing at full attention. "And I've missed you

on of their love, there was only peace and passion. They moved together, a dance as old as time itself. The slide of s

ess that only she could offer. Elena's eyes rolled back, her moan a sweet symphony in hi

the thunder echoed their passion. The lightning flashed again, and in its brief illumination, he w

elt her tension, her need, and matched her rhythm, driving them both higher.

the storm's crescendo mirroring their own. The lightning flashed again, and as it did, he watched th

louder, more insistent, her body arching towards him. He felt the warmth of her release, and wit

dinand whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his hand stroking her damp hair. The

ough them. They shared a lazy, contented smile, knowing that the day ahead

w day's light now spilling in through the windows, a gentle reminder that life waited for them beyond the sanctuary of their bed. But for no

oft rise and fall of her breasts against him. He traced patterns on her skin with his fingertips, m

orehead, whispering, "Thank y

e least I could do for my dashing knight,"

e morning. Ferdinand kissed her again, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of hi

forms. He led her to the bathroom, where the scent of jasmine filled the steamy air. They stepped i

uiced over their skin, carrying away the last vestiges of the storm's intensity. They took their time, luxuriating in the

t. He took his own, drying off with a sense of satisfaction that went beyond the ph