The Billionaire Who Saved Me

Out of breath, Elice fought to keep breathing. She clung to the wall behind her, trying to stay standing while her knees felt like they were melting. She could collapse at any moment. Fortunately, there was a strong hand firmly supporting her waist, preventing that possibility.

Garrett’s fingers traced Elice’s jaw, lifting it as the owner leaned down to erase the opening of Elice’s parted lips with a kiss that eagerly welcomed him. Elice’s hand rose and cupped the curve of Garrett’s as his lips further weakened her already shaky knees. She needed stronger support than just the wall.

Garrett pressed his lips against Elice’s, moving with a rhythmic flow that made Elice squirm. He pushed forward, pinning Elice between his body and the wall, leaving no meaningful distance between them.

The kiss stopped, and with a breath as labored as Elice’s, Garrett felt his body tense with each passing second. He opened his eyes, struggling to see how Elice, seemingly as helpless as he was, was equally affected by the sparks that began to infect them both.

Elice returned Garrett’s gaze, allowing him to witness the mist that covered both of her eyes. Likewise, she observed a similar fog in Garrett’s dark gaze.

Garrett’s fingers on Elice’s jaw shifted, caressing her cheek a few times before moving quickly. In just two insignificant seconds, Garrett effortlessly lowered the slender body into his embrace.

Elice wrapped her arms around Garrett’s neck and returned his gaze as Garrett carried her away with calm and controlled steps. Leaving the living room and some traces of the chaos they had created behind, they headed for a more private space.

Closing the bedroom door became meaningless to Garrett. Because once they were inside, only one thought remained in his mind: gently laying Elice down on that soft bed.

Garrett brushed away everything that clung to their bodies, leaving nothing but the tension that enveloped them both.

Elice stretched out her hand, welcoming Garrett’s presence that enveloped her. He gently stroked her cheek with deep emotion, causing Elice’s eyes to roll helplessly. Then she closed her eyes, savoring all the serenity she gained from that touch.

And when Elice finally opened her eyes, she found a wave bubbling in her chest. For it wasn’t only Garrett’s touch that made her feel full of emotion, but also the way he looked at her.

Garrett looked at Elice as if she was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. It wasn’t because Elice was beautiful. Not because Elice looked innocent underneath him. Certainly not. In Garrett’s eyes, Elice was much more than that.

There were many things about Elice that Garrett couldn’t articulate one by one. Especially since it would undoubtedly take a long time to describe how much charm and allure Elice possessed. Elice was turning into a woman of character, and Garrett noticed it clearly. Slowly, bit by bit, she changed, forming a figure different from the one he had met before.

It was a good thing, because it made Garrett more and more fascinated. Eventually it led him to a decision. That now, standing over the surrendered Elice, was the most appropriate thing to do.

Elice took a breath as she felt Garrett’s body landing on hers. His weight dominated her, gave her pressure and a power that trapped her. But he did not give the impression of being trapped. Instead, it radiated a serenity that made her feel incredibly calm.

Garrett’s hand grabbed Elice’s and their fingers intertwined. Holding each other. And he brought those fingers to his lips to plant kisses that made a bright smile appear on Elice’s face.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

A smile that did not have long to reveal itself to the world. A smile that did not need much time to disappear in Garrett’s kiss.

Merging, the kiss filled Elice and Garrett with a desire to give and receive. Kissing, the kiss overwhelmed Elice and Garrett with a desire to taste and feel. Devouring, the kiss flooded Elice and Garrett with a passion to admire and adore.

In fact, it was not just a kiss. For when two lips met and moved in a rhythmic dance, their bodies felt incredibly light. As if both could float. Soaring into the sky on an intoxicating breeze.

Maybe it was Garrett’s tongue. When he decided to colonize Elice’s lips, she felt her body vibrate down to her toes. The warm caress that greeted her made her unable to resist opening her mouth. A welcome that Garrett would not miss.

Garrett entered Elice’s mouth. Warmly. Sweet. Making it impossible for her to hold back her moans. She was enjoying it-all the tastes and sensations presented there. And Garrett was sure that there would not be enough time for him to quench his thirst.

Elice moaned, accompanied by her hand moving up to Garrett’s head and squeezing his hair there. When Garrett sucked on her tongue, she felt as if her whole soul was being sucked in at once.

Garrett enjoyed Elice’s tongue. Giving little bites here. Tasting. Nibbling. Not forgetting every temptation he could offer. Everything. Everything. Garrett made sure that Elice got it without missing a thing.

Including making sure that Elice’s body received similar touches. With his big fingers, Garrett would send a million temptations that would bring Elice to the highest point of passion.

Garrett caressed Elice’s bare hands with light touches that oscillated between a desire to touch and the opposite, causing Elice to hold her breath in anticipation. In the shadow of a fantasy she couldn’t prevent, where would this hand lead next?

The answer lay in Elice’s breasts. In the form of an impeccable cupping that erased the intimate parts in a rhythmic siege of caresses that instantly provoked Elice’s writhing and elicited moans.

Garrett released Elice’s tongue and allowed the kisses between them to end. He wanted to hear sigh after sigh echo from her lips as he freely explored Elice’s skin with his kisses.

The fragrant aroma was inhaled perfectly, penetrating without leaving anything behind, invading Garrett’s olfactory senses as he moved down Elice’s cheek. Descending further and further.

Elice lifted her face, her open mouth allowing her moans to continue to fill the air around them. Wordless expressions took on meaning as Garrett’s seduction intensified, leaving her increasingly helpless.

Garrett’s fingers played on Elice’s breasts, truly enchanting. He squeezed and teased in touches that seemed to be his expertise. He didn’t hurt her, making sure that every move left no stinging sensation. On the contrary.

The caresses moved in an incredibly rhythmic sway that made Elice’s body melt with his. Both gyrating in the same wave.

Garrett broke the wave. With his lips having found the next conquest, he took Elice’s nipple into his mouth. Creating a sensual motion that momentarily stopped Elice’s repetitive movements. It was replaced by a shock of passion that instantly made her eyes widen.

Garrett’s eyes closed. Without stopping the tantalizing play of his fingers on one breast, he indulged Elice’s nipple with his mouth.

Inside, in that warm cavity, Garrett worshiped Elice’s nipple flawlessly. He suckled it. He nibbled it. And he seduced in the warm caresses his tongue performed.

It really felt like worship. Until Elice could only moan, sigh, and groan with a smile she couldn’t shake off.

Garrett had to be fair. He knew that. So, when he was convinced that one nipple had had enough of what he had to offer, he moved on to the other. Trade his temptations. Delivering the justice he promised, with a hidden agenda, of course.

“Oh, Garrett. Garrett.”

Elice bit her bottom lip. Her eyes closed tightly. She squirmed, trying to hold back the wave that made her feel powerless.

Her legs moved restlessly, torn between wanting to close or the opposite. Because the passion made her lose her senses. She would not be able to stand it.

Elice whimpered. She really could not wait any longer. She was about to lose her mind. She was no longer rational.

“Oh, Garrett. Please.”

Elice’s restless movements ignited the already burning fire in Garrett. One of his hands descended, tracing the flatness of Elice’s stomach, crossing the curves of her waist, then embracing Elice’s warmth.

Garrett’s fingers moved, applying a gentle pressure that caused Elice to open her legs.

Garrett greeted her, gently brushing the tip of his finger against the moist entrance. It provided warmth and moisture, giving a taste of the pleasure they were about to experience.

Now Garrett was sure. It was not only Elice who couldn’t wait. He was on the edge as well. His masculinity felt sore and desire had been breaking his resolve since earlier.

Withholding his patience for a few moments, Garrett hastily prepared himself with protection, hastily securing it to his masculinity.

A tender caress was given by Garrett as he once again covered Elice, who looked exactly like him – overwhelmed by the passion that disabled reason.

Garrett took his position. Elice opened her legs, their eyes locked as Garrett slowly began to enter her.

Elice held her breath, savoring every moment as her body gradually overflowed with sensations and feelings she could never put into words.

Elice felt complete. Full. Feeling herself… whole.

“Elice.”

Garrett’s voice calling her name made Elice open her eyes. She blinked once and found Garrett waiting, continuing to stroke her hair with the utmost gentleness.

Elice smiled, enjoying both Garrett’s caress and the sensation inside her. She felt perfect, though not quite perfect until Garrett initiated the lovemaking with an opening movement.

Garrett withdrew slightly, taking his masculinity out of Elice’s femininity, only to re-enter in the next moment.

Elice sighed, releasing the sensations that filled her chest. They grew more intense with each movement Garrett made for both of them.

In perfect rhythm, Garrett guided his masculinity in and out in an orderly fashion. Repeatedly. Many times. Without pause.

Elice closed her eyes. She surrendered, letting her body move to the rhythm Garrett created. She writhed. She writhed. And she couldn’t help but pull Garrett even closer.

Elice lifted both her legs and wrapped them around Garrett’s waist. Locked there, offering their final surrender. And now there was nothing left. She had truly given him everything she had.

Garrett would not waste it. When he found Elice surrendering to him, he was determined to give her all the pleasure he could.

Garrett’s hands encircled Elice, holding her perfectly. He pressed against her, his broad chest against her tender breasts.

Elice returned the embrace, placing both of her hands on Garrett’s back. Feeling the masculine contours there. And feel Garrett stifle his moans in a deep kiss.

In that kiss, Elice felt Garrett’s heated breath. His moans. His passion.

Garrett pressed on, thrusting so deeply. When he entered Elice, she welcomed him by lifting her hips, allowing Garrett to explore her more gently.

Sweat began to form, taking little time to dampen their bodies, making them stick together. Tighter and tighter. In this union that seemed to assure the world that nothing could keep them apart.

For as Garrett’s masculinity continued its powerful thrusts, Elice surrendered completely. She allowed herself to drift in the flow of love. She let herself drown in the waves of affection.

Garrett would not waste the devotion he received. It was trust, something he would return in kind. In the form of worship he made sure Elice received.

So, Garrett shifted a bit. Shifted his position slightly to give Elice what she wanted. Also what he wanted.

Garrett held onto Elice’s shoulders to make sure she wouldn’t move when he thrust again. So deeply. So hard.

“Ah! G-Garrett.”

Elice’s chest heaved. In the pressure she felt, it was as if the breath was escaping from her lungs. Yet it was a breathtaking loss in an incredibly beautiful way. One that Elice wouldn’t reject if it happened a second time.

And of course, it did not happen just twice. For Garrett repeated the same action. With the rhythmic movement of his hips, he continued to enchant Elice’s femininity. Until he finally found her.

In a moment that widened Elice’s eyes, Garrett realized. He had touched the woman in the right place. The place where Elice repeatedly held her breath. The spot where Elice bit her lip hard. The point where Elice could not hold back her moans.

“Garrett, oh, Garrett.”

Elice hugged Garrett tightly. Sending signals to Garrett about the desire in her eyes.

“Elice.”

Garrett returned Elice’s hug with equal strength. Without slowing the speed or precision of his movements.

Thrusting.

Penetrating.

Pressing.

Garrett continued to hold Elice captive down there. Continuing to explore the point where Elice became increasingly unrestrained in the swirling passion around her.

“Garrett!”

Elice’s moans broke completely. Just like herself, then shattered into pieces in the onslaught of pleasure that hit her.

Elice froze. Unable to move. Her body tensed in the climax that blinded her eyes.

On the curve of Elice’s shoulder, Garrett smiled. He clearly felt the pleasure Elice had experienced.

It boosted Garrett’s ego. It made him soar into the sky with a sense of pride.

Garrett kissed Elice’s hair, pausing for a moment to comfort the woman. Allowing her to regain control of her unclean breath.

Slowly, Garrett lifted his face. Creating a distance that wasn’t much to stare at Elice. At her blushing face. It looked satisfied and happy.

Elice swallowed hard. Her throat felt dry after the torrent of pleasure she had just experienced. She cupped Garrett’s cheek and pulled him in for a kiss, with the mischievous thought that it might be the quenching release she needed.

The kiss didn’t last long. As Garrett allowed Elice to devour his lips, he moved. With hands gripping both sides of Elice’s waist, he took action. Quickly, he lifted Elice off the bed and landed her on top of him, taking control of the pillow she had used earlier.

On top of Garrett, Elice adjusted her kiss. She shifted slightly to lock into position.

Elice’s hands lingered on Garrett’s chest while he briefly adjusted the pillow under his head. He smiled and stroked Elice’s thigh, creating a sensation that only increased Elice’s thirst. The desire to taste the drops of pleasure arose and became irresistible.

Slowly and sensuously, Elice’s hips began to move, swaying in waves of tenderness that made Garrett grit his teeth.

Garrett held his breath, but his hands couldn’t stay still. He moved, cupping Elice’s breasts in a tantalizing rhythm.

The caresses made Elice bite her lower lip. Her eyes closed abruptly, as if she had fallen into a hole of her own making.

Elice was lost in the passion she had created. She couldn’t resist Garrett’s temptation. All of it sent her into an undeniable lust.

As her hips continued to move, Elice let out a moan. Despite the pleasure she had experienced just moments before, being on top of Garrett now made her feel different.

It was as if Elice had power over Garrett. She could control him however she wanted. Because when she created that rhythm, her ears could clearly hear the moans that Garrett couldn’t hold back.

Garrett knew that Elice was enchanting, but he hadn’t expected that she would really drive him wild.

The self-confidence Elice cultivated made her seem flawless. Everything about her was truly impeccable.

So Garrett wasn’t surprised that he couldn’t resist. He rose to a sitting position, grabbed Elice, and stepped into her embrace.

Elice and Garrett hugged each other, kissing intensely. Devouring each other. Nibbling and demanding. In a passion that intensified.

Garrett couldn’t stay still. He moved with every move Elice made. His hands squeezing alternately. Now on her breasts, now on her buttocks.

Elice lifted her head and let Garrett nibble on her neck. She chuckled softly, feeling the tongue’s caresses and bites there.

But the chuckle turned into a moan when Garrett’s mouth replaced her nipple. Sensual strokes followed on both of her buttocks.

Elice held on to Garrett’s shoulders, clinging to him as she felt the passion overtake her more and more.

Elice’s moans broke out. She whimpered, pushing herself to erase more of Garrett’s masculinity inside her.

Elice wanted to feel all of Garrett. To make him sink as deep as possible. Without leaving anything behind.

“Oh, Garrett.”

Elice’s movements became more frantic. Forwards and backwards, up and down. Alternating in a rhythm that made her body jump in unpredictable directions.

The sheets were in disarray. The blanket lost its way. And all the chaos intensified as Elice’s scream echoed through the air.

“Garrett!”

Elice pulled Garrett to her and hugged him tightly. And Garrett found himself hugging her just as tightly in return.

For when Elice screamed, a suppressed growl rose in Garrett’s throat. His jaw tightened. Veins bulged in his forehead. And his masculinity stiffened inside.

Elice’s femininity truly offered a lull that Garrett couldn’t avoid. Warmth. Moisture. And that strength left Garrett powerless.

So when Elice submerged herself for the umpteenth time, Garrett was cornered. He was trapped. Garrett couldn’t escape. He was consumed by a passion that blinded him. Until, in the end, all he could do was surrender. Let himself explode in a myriad of colors.

Red, blue, purple, all merging into a blinding brilliance that Garrett couldn’t unravel one by one. He melted into a pleasure so intensely harmonious. And then… he fell.

Powerless.

Together with Elice on top of him.

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