Love at First Night: The Billionaire's First Love-Chapter 71: Don’t hold back.

>Mallory

"Can you please get these clothes off me first?" I asked, my voice low almost pleading as I shifted under his coat. The fabric was too heavy, swallowing me whole, as I wiggled slightly, trying to free myself. It’s really uncomfortable.

I looked up at him, hoping he’d understand.

"There’s no need for that," he replied, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he pushed the door open.

Cool air rushed in. He stepped out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. When he opened the door, the light spilled inside, outlining his tall figure.

One hand rested on the top of the door frame while the other reached toward me. His fingers moved with ease, unbuttoning the coat wrapped tightly around me with one hand. One button, then another, my arm trembling when it finally slipped free.

"That’s more than enough," he said, his eyes flicked briefly over my clothes,. "You won’t be having any of that later." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

I felt a shiver run through me—not from fear, but from how easily he closed the distance between us. He leaned in, the space between our faces shrank until I could feel his breath.

My heart beat so fast, it’s about to escape out of my chest. My nerves pulsing inside me hot.

"Wrap your arms around my neck," he ordered.

I didn’t stop to think. My body moved on its own, arms lifting and settling where he told me to put them.

In one smooth motion, he slid an arm under my knees. I let out a quiet gasp as he lifted me effortlessly from the seat with one hand.

The other hand swung the door shut behind us as he held me securely, walking forward as if my weight meant nothing at all.

What happened next blurred together in my head. My thoughts felt slow and unfocused, I noticed every small movement he made. My breathing grew uneven as we moved forward, my body tense without me meaning it to be.

Before I fully understood what was happening, we were standing in front of a fancy door.

I swallowed hard, my eyes drawn to his Adam’s apple as it moved slowly with each breath under his clothes. My body felt tight in his grasp, and I shifted slightly, adjusting myself before leaning closer.

The space between us disappeared as I slowly pulled his turtleneck down. My warm breath brushed against his neck, lingering there for a moment longer than it should have.

Before I could think better of it, my tongue made contact. My lips hovered, then my teeth lightly nibbled at his skin.

He froze instantly. His body went stiff, and I felt it through the way he held himself. His jaw flexed, muscles tightening as he clenched it, as if holding something back.

"Do not test my patience, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and tight, carrying a barely held sound before he reached out, gripped the handle, and pulled the door open.

The interior of the room was different from the marbled halls outside. The furniture was modern, clean lines replacing old designs, and the lights were dim, casting soft shadows along the walls. White and red lights mixed together, giving the room an intense atmosphere.

I continued sucking at his neck, my tongue travelled from his neck to the back of his ear, I felt him shift slightly under my touch. My eyes followed his hand as he reached for his phone, his fingers moving smoothly as he dialed a number.

"Let the kid stay with you tonight, we have a last-minute appointment," he said into the phone in gritten teeth. He didn’t wait for a reply. The call ended quickly, and he tossed the phone onto the sofa without another glance.

"There..." he winced softly, then laughed under his breath. "Go easy on the sucking or you might draw blood out of it." He chuckled again, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead before turning and walking toward the bedroom.

"I didn’t mind," he whispered, his voice low, "but I don’t want you to feel guilty once you sober up."

I quickly pulled away from his neck, heat rushing up to my face. Shame washed over me as I became fully aware of my bold behavior, yet even then, I couldn’t deny that my body wanted more.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, my eyes immediately caught a glimpse of the metal attached to the bedframe, glinting faintly in the dim light.

Cuffs.

He placed me gently on the bed, guiding me down with careful hands. The mattress shifted beneath me, sinking slightly as my weight pressed into it. His knees followed, climbing over mine, and the movement caused the sheets to bunch lightly around us.

Before I could even make sense of what was happening, he brought my hands together and locked them in a cuff.

I heard the faint click it made, my throat went dry.

"N-no..." I breathed, instinctively trying to pull my hands away. The metal was cold and burning against my skin, sending a shiver up my arms as I struggled.

I wanted to touch him. I don’t want this.

"Shhh...There..." he hushed, cupping my flushed face as he gently caress it. His hand soft against my skin, his touch impossibly gentle.

"Good girl..." he whispered against my neck when I calmed down. His voice awakening something inside me. I rubbed my thighs together, calming the pulsating feeling between it that reacted to his voice.

"Touch me..." I begged. My voice trembling.

He pulled the coat that was covering my body away, my underwear flashing before him, my legs spread. I never had the chance to fix it after playing with myself earlier. Pleasure juices soaking it wet.

"Should I?" he asked with his voice deep and low teasingly tracing his fingers from my thighs to my knees. Sending jolt of electricity across my body.

Damn this man! He knows exactly what he’s doing.

"Stop teasing me...just touch me." I moaned, the tingling becoming more apparent from the anticipation. It’s killing me. I lifted my hips and racked it softly.

"Fuck!" he cursed lowly, his lips hovering against my knees, landing soft gentle kisses despite the curses coming out of his mouth.

"Do you understand how much I’m holding back right now?" he whimpered, his chest rising and falling.

Annoyance shot through me as I hook his neck out with my legs, pushing him towards me.

"Shut the fuck up! Who told you to hold back?!" I cursed.

I’m fucking dying to be touched here.