The billionaire's only desire
Chapter 117: Proposal part 3

Chapter 117: Proposal part 3

Warning: This Chapter contains explicit content.

Maya sat up straight, her body trembling with jitters. "You have doubts, don’t you? I thought you believed there was nothing between me and that pervert, Dan!" she exploded. If he was angry, she was even angrier.

"Calm down," Dalton grunted, his frustration and anger evident on his face.

"Why the hell are you mentioning that douchebag’s name?" she yelled. Just hearing that pervert’s name made her so angry. The night had been going perfectly, and Dalton had ruined it.

Dalton gently wrapped his hands around hers, and with just that touch, Maya’s anger began to evaporate, calming her nerves.

"I didn’t mean to sound like I have doubts. I’m just furious that that bastard was harassing you at work, and you never told me. You should have informed me so I could have dealt with him a long time ago." His voice grew angrier. "You always do this! You hide your troubles from me until they pile up and hurt you!" Angry veins began to appear on his forehead. He was damn mad.

Maya’s stomach sank as guilt sprouted in her chest. She felt more ashamed for believing he had doubts than for not telling him about Dan.

Why was she so quick to assume that about a man whom she had shot and nearly killed, only for him to wake up after surgery to hear him reassuring her of how deeply and crazily in love he was with her? It was foolish of her to ever think he could have doubts.

She took a deep breath. "I’m sorry, okay? It happened before I even thought about dating you. I got him fired before we officially started dating, and a lot was happening at that time. I completely forgot to mention his name to you because I was still finding it difficult to share my problems, and-" Suddenly, Dalton’s lips pressed firmly against hers, silencing her with a hot, short, soft kiss.

She grinned at him; she loved his surprise kisses.

"I’m sorry for bringing him up and ruining the night," he apologized.

"No, I have to apologize. Talking about this was inevitable, and I need to learn how to communicate and tell you everything. I struggle with communication."

"I do too," Dalton interjected.

Maya chuckled. "Well, I guess we both have to work on that."

Dalton leaned in again, capturing her lips once more. This time, his tongue brushed against hers as his hand slid down her dress. "By the way, you look beautiful tonight in that dress," he said, tracing kisses along her neck.

Breathless, Maya said, "Thanks for the dress."

"Glad you like it," Dalton looked up at the dark sky. "Maya, would you mind if I had a taste of you under this New York sky?"

Maya was rendered speechless. All she could do was shake her head.

Maya blinked, and before she knew it, Dalton had already taken off her dress and the lingerie underneath, leaving her naked and bare before his eyes.

His green eyes hungrily drink her in. "You are so perfect." Then he gently guided her to lie down on her back.

Maya gasped as he parted her legs. He then buried his head between her thighs, latching his mouth onto her sex. Maya grabbed his hair and let out a moan, her arousal intensified, building within her as his tongue slowly swirled around her sensitive bud. He dipped his tongue deep inside her, exploring her wetness, licking her folds, and savouring her, making her feel like she was about to explode. She sensed his ravenous desire for her with every stroke of his tongue and heard his devotion in the way his moans harmonized with hers.

She gasped as Dalton slipped two fingers inside her, holding her wet folds open to give his tongue better access to lap, suck, giving her pleasure. His tongue was relentless as he kept swirling it over her clit and his fingers pushed deeper and deeper inside her.. She felt as if she were high on ecstasy. She screamed out his name, "Dalton."

He began pumping his fingers inside her in a fast rhythm while simultaneously sucking on her clit. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, building up to her climax. His hands suddenly moved to her breast, cupping and rubbing her nipples while his tongue remained buried inside her. "Fuck!" She couldn’t take it anymore. Her climax approached. She came hard, but he wasn’t finished; he continued to suck and lick her folds, giving her multiple orgasms till she couldn’t anymore.

He gave her folds one final kiss and looked up at her, his eyes filled with lust, desire, craving, adoration, and love.

"Oh, Dalton, you make me so drunk in love," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming out his name.

"You are amazing," he said, kissing her temple affectionately as he pulled her close and wrapped his strong arms around her tightly.

"You are amazing too, Dalton. That was the best orgasms I’ve ever had. Thank you," she murmured as exhaustion washed over her, worn out from the multiple orgasms she had experienced and the stress of the day.

"I love you so much," Was the last thing she whispered before sleep completely took over.

**

Dalton carried her inside, tucked her into bed, kissed her goodnight, and then returned to the balcony with a bottle of whiskey. He could still taste her on his lips, which pleased him. He wished he could bury his face between her legs for eternity, if possible.

His mind suddenly went to the ring that was deep in the pocket of his pants. Then he thought of Vico and what Charlotte had said. Who was this bastard Vico had chosen to be Maya’s husband?

He took a gulp of whiskey directly from the bottle. "Fuck," he muttered, his heart gripping tightly with intense fear—the fear of Vico kidnapping his Maya and putting her straight into another man’s arms.

He will not let that happen. He is trying very hard to be confident that he can prevent Vico from stealing her, but he can’t help but feel afraid.