Billionaire's Captive Complete Trilogy - Stasia Black Page 0,157
steaming wax on my right breast is a surprise. It stings for a moment but then just sinks into a lovely warmth that spreads across my entire breast. He avoided the nipple, maybe because it was also recently pierced, but he paints around the areola like a blood-red candle-wax crown.
Wax drips down the mountainsides of my breasts and I’ve never felt more…more fucking alive.
“There,” he says with satisfaction, blowing on the hardening wax as it cools. “I’ve crowned you my Queen.”
I might laugh if he wasn’t simultaneously touching me and driving me absolutely crazy. He gave up on the PG zones of my body a while ago.
The hand not pouring wax is on an exploratory journey of its own.
“Ah ah ah,” he chastises when I clench around his fingers buried in my cunt. “Relax or I stop.”
No stopping. No stopping. But I don’t beg out loud in case it makes him stop. Instead, I open my eyes and focus on Logan’s face. The deep blue of his eyes. The furrow in his eyebrows when he focuses, and gods, how hot it is when his entire being is focused on bringing me to climax—
A warm wave washes outward with one strong, immense pulse. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s unlike any orgasm I’ve had before. Usually it’s intense and I’m clenching and chasing it and fighting and—
Oh shit here comes another one—
I meet Logan’s eyes and see his wonder as he shares the moment with me, the second wash of bliss that has tears pouring out of my eyes.
It’s so— So fucking beautiful—
He bows over me, face an inch from mine, but he doesn’t kiss me.
He just keeps sharing the moment, fostering a crazier, deeper intimacy than I ever knew was even possible between two human beings.
“You,” I finally whisper through choked breath, the tears still coming so thick. “The big life is here. I already have it. Right now. As long as I’m with you.”
Six
Daphne
Two weeks later, it’s a very different scene when Logan comes in the door. I’m already propped up in bed surrounded by pillows, scrolling through the day’s news on my tablet. No longer cut off or disconnected from the world.
The curtains are thrown open wide and sunshine pours in through the glass, warming my face.
It’s hard to describe the past two weeks. Physically, I feel like shit. But they’ve still been two of the happiest weeks of my life. Logan is doting but I call him out when he gets overbearing. I’m seeing a side of him I only had glimpses of before. He’s kind and nurturing. A gentle giant. And he respects me enough not to cut me out of my own treatment process.
Like this morning, for example. He comes in carrying a stack of lab results, his brow furrowed.
“Are those from the experiments that ran overnight?” I reach for the papers.
Logan comes and sits beside me on the bed, not giving up the papers but holding them so that we can both look on.
“Your numbers are holding but we aren’t getting the improvement that were looking for.” His voice is gruff and I know he’s trying to hide his frustration from me.
“We knew this might take some time.” I interweave my fingers with his. “Cancer immunotherapy is still such a new field.”
He frowns down at the papers. “Not that new. It’s past time somebody figured this out.”
I look at him fondly. “And that somebody is going to be you?”
He finally tears his eyes away from the numbers and he meets my gaze. “It’s going to be us.” Then he frowns when he sees my breakfast plate. “You didn’t finish your eggs. You know you need your protein.”
I stick my tongue out but reach for the second half of a boiled egg. “I miss greasy bacon,” I moan.
“Eat all your grapefruit slices and blueberries, too. The antioxidants are good for you.”
“Yes, mother.” I pop a few blueberries into my mouth, just in time, too, because the next second I’m squealing as Logan jumps on top of me, knocking me backwards onto the bed. The papers go flying but Logan’s focus is only on me.
“You’ve got a mouth on you this morning. Is somebody feeling frisky? Want to play?”
He reaches around and gives me a swift, sharp smack on the ass and I yelp, then giggle. I squirm for a second to try to get away from him but I don’t have much energy and I don’t really want to get away from