Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire
Chapter 441: Steady Beat*

Chapter 441: Steady Beat*

They laughed softly, and the tension eased between them. Clifford lifted her into his arms and carried her toward their bedroom, finally ready to stop waiting. He laid her down gently on the bed, his hands moving with care and reverence, as if she were something precious... and to him, she was.

The room felt warmer somehow, like the space between them had finally closed after months of silent yearning. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, and finally her lips, slow and lingering. Kelly’s hands slid around his neck, pulling him closer as their kiss deepened, their bodies drawn to each other like magnets.

"I missed this," she whispered, her voice soft and trembling. "Not just the touch... but you."

Clifford paused to look at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I missed being with you like this, too. Every night I held you and didn’t touch you... I wanted to. I was just too scared."

"I know," she said, cupping his cheek. "But I’m not fragile, Clifford. I’m yours."

That seemed to release something inside him. His kisses traveled from her lips down to her neck, then to her collarbone, each one slow and deliberate. He took his time, as if learning her all over again, her soft sighs, her reactions, the way her fingers curled in his hair.

Clothes were shed gradually, carefully, like layers of hesitation being peeled away. Kelly lay beneath him, her eyes shining with affection and trust. There was no rush between them, only the quiet rhythm of hearts finally aligning after weeks of distance.

His hands were warm against her skin, exploring the familiar landscape of her body with new appreciation. Every touch was soft, but firm enough to remind her of his yearning. She arched slightly beneath him, meeting his warmth, her breath catching with every kiss and caress.

"Still okay?" he asked, pausing to search her face.

"More than okay," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don’t stop."

He didn’t.

He kissed her jaw, her neck, the sensitive space just below her ear. Each kiss drew a sigh from her lips. He took his time, savoring the taste of her skin.

When he reached the hollow of her throat, he paused to kiss and gently suckle the skin there, leaving her breathless. Kelly arched her back in response, breathless and eager.

Her hands roamed over his bare torso, reacquainting herself with every familiar line and contour. "Ahhh," Clifford groaned as his kiss travelled down to her collarbone, across her shoulder, and lower, until he reached the curve of her chest.

Kelly gasped softly when his mouth closed over her breast, tongue flicking lightly across her sensitive peak before he suckled gently. Her hand flew to the back of his head, holding him there as the sensation sent a shiver down her spine.

He gave her time, no rush, no urgency. Only warmth, longing, and care in every touch. Clifford’s hands were firm yet tender, steadying her as he worshipped every inch of her skin with reverence.

Clifford felt like a man who had been starved for years. Every inch of Kelly beneath his hands felt like a miracle he had longed to touch again. He couldn’t get enough of her, the warmth of her skin, the way she trembled beneath his kisses, the soft, breathy sounds she made just for him. He had missed all of it more than he’d ever let on.

His mouth moved, leaving no part of her untouched as he trailed kisses lower and lower. He licked and suckled her skin with deep affection, taking his time, savoring the taste of her like something he’d been craving for far too long.

When he reached her hips, he gently spread her legs and settled between them, kissing the insides of her thighs first... slow, teasing, reverent. Kelly gasped softly, her fingers threading through his hair as she arched toward him.

Clifford’s eyes darkened with need as he leaned in, his lips brushing her most sensitive place. He kissed her there, then began to taste her with a hunger that had built up for weeks. Every stroke of his tongue was eager and unrestrained, like he was a man possessed. He explored her slowly at first, then deeper, more urgently, driven by the sound of her moans and the way she writhed under his touch.

"Cliff..." Kelly cried out his name, her body trembling from the pleasure he gave her. Clifford didn’t stop, he couldn’t. He held her hips firmly, his mouth worshipping her, completely devoted to making her feel everything she deserved and more.

Kelly’s breaths came faster as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Clifford held her tightly, his mouth working her with unrelenting devotion. He listened to every gasp, every plea, his own name spilling from her lips like a prayer.

Her body arched, thighs tensing as the pressure inside her built beyond control. Clifford didn’t stop, his tongue coaxing her higher and higher until...

"Cliff!" she gasped, voice catching in her throat.

Her body jerked as the climax tore through her, powerful and consuming. Clifford felt every shudder, every pulse of release as she cried out his name. But he didn’t move away. He stayed right there, holding her steady, and gently lapped up every trace of her release, slow, soft strokes meant to calm and savor, not just please.

When he finally lifted his head, his lips were glistening and his eyes dark with affection and desire. He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then looked up at her, his voice low and husky.

"You’re incredible," he murmured. "I’ve missed you like this... all of you."

Kelly’s chest rose and fell with deep, uneven breaths. Her face was flushed, her eyes glassy and dazed from pleasure. But she managed a smile as she reached for him, pulling him up to meet her lips.

"That was worth the wait," she whispered, kissing him with a passion that spoke louder than any words.

What followed wasn’t hurried or desperate. It was a reunion. Their bodies moved in sync, fitting together as if they were made to do so, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in each other.

Every sigh, every whispered name, every shared look said what words couldn’t: I love you. I missed you. I’m still here.

He held her tightly when they reached the crescendo, grounding her as she clung to him. The world fell away in those moments, replaced by the steady beat of two hearts finding their rhythm again.