The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape

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"Isabella..." Grayson murmured my name under his breath, his lips grazing my car in a tantalizing whisper. His hand slid beneath my blouse, his touch gentle yet unyielding as it caressed me, igniting a warmth that spread through my chest.

"Hmnnn..." A soft moan escaped my lips, the sound of surrender that made my heart race. His touch dissolved every thought, leaving only the aching pull of longing in its wake.

"Isabella, if I don't stop now, there's no turning back," he said, his voice husky with restrained passion.

Yet even as he spoke, he slid my blouse upward, revealing my smooth skin to his stormy gray eyes. A dark hunger flickered within them before his lips claimed one of my breasts, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

When his lips met my skin, every nerve in my body came alive, a flood of pleasure coursing through me. He lingered, savoring the moment as if I was the sweetest treasure he'd ever known, while I arched beneath him, overwhelmed by the skillful rhythm of his tongue.

"Gray!" I gasped, my voice trembling with both urgency and longing.

He lifted me effortlessly, cradling me as though I weighed nothing, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. The way his eyes met mine as we moved through the unfamiliar hallway stole my breath, their intensity revealing a depth of emotion that made my heart flutter.

Our lips collided again in a fiery kiss, one that held all the emotions I had never allowed myself to dream of.

Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine being in Grayson's arms like this-and now, I never wanted to leave.

Moments later, I felt the softness of a bed beneath my back. Grayson's chest pressed against mine almost instantly. His kisses deepened, each one more intoxicating than the last, leaving me utterly lost.

"Uhmmm..."

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this, Isabella..." he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my belly. His lips lingered there as if savoring the moment.

I didn't have the strength to ask or even fully understand his words. My mind was

a swirl of desire, consumed by the warmth of his kisses and touches.

A wave of heat pooled in my belly, radiating outward and settling deep in my core, each pulse building with anticipation for what was to come.

Grayson gently began to slide my pants down, his warm lips trailing softly along the path of exposed skin, sending a rush of tingling warmth through me.

My body trembled, arching, my eyes rolling with intense anticipation.

He spread my legs, my knees instinctively curling up. His gaze grew intense, filled with desire before I felt the warmth of his tongue brush against my femininity.

"Hmmm..."

My eyes widened in surprise as he lapped my wetness. Goodness, gracious! I could hear the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing, each breath filled with reverence as he sucked and licked me.

"Gray..." my voice and body trembled as I whispered.

He looked up, his gaze locking with mine, but his focus never faltered as his lips continued to trace the sensitivity of my pussy with slow, deliberate tenderness.

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He slid his treacherous tongue into the entrance of my womanhood, his lips

moving in a way that heightened the pleasure.

I gripped the bedsheet tightly, unable to stop the way my hips instinctively ground against his wet mouth.

- "God..."

"Do you like my mouth, Bella?"

"Uh-hmm..." I nodded in a moaning way.

"You taste so good, perfect for my mouth," he said.

His lips are a sin to my consciousness. I don't know what to do with it; I might dream about it from now on. It was so good that I might definitely think about it while pleasuring myself.

'Issa, you are not in your right mind!'

While my body felt as though it were surrendering, giving in to the most intoxicating pleasure I had ever experienced, his lips curled into a teasing smile as he stood up.

I almost protest.

But his hand moved deliberately to his belt buckle, loosening it carefully before swiftly removing his trousers as though shedding every barrier between us.

His huge shaft entertained my eyes, swallowing me with an intense stare.

"I couldn't wait to put my thing inside your delicious pussy, Bella..." he muttered softly before settling beside me on his expansive super king-size bed.

‘Bella.....' I remember, he was the only one I ever allowed to call me that name. Even I, only ever called myself Issa.

Grayson's lips found mine once more, his kiss hungry yet gentle, as I felt the overwhelming pressure of him filling my pussy slowly.

"Ahhh, yes!" I gasped, the sensation of him stretching me, sending a wave of pleasure through me at one inch. My body trembled, adjusting to him at two inches.

My breath hitched, quickening as he slid deeper, reaching three inches.

By the time he was entirely inside my womb, my whole body fluttered with

pleasure and shuddered with overwhelming sensation.

I gripped Grayson's arm tightly as tears welled up in my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

"I knew I'd love this, Bella," he murmured.

He gently rocked against me with each movement, his rhythm deepening as I felt every inch of him. His thrusts were slow but intense, making me feel every shift, every pull, as my body responded; my vaginal wall completely contracted with every wave of his movement.

Each wave of his touch sent a ripple of warmth through me, creating another pool, another sensation...

"Grayson..." My voice trembled as I whispered his name.

He smirked as he deepened his thrusts, his movements purposeful and filled with

a raw intensity.

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"Ahhh!" cries of delight escaped me.

I could feel his fingers teasing my nipple, his lips trailing soft kisses along my neck, his hardness inside me... and I couldn't decide where to focus as the sensations spread, consuming me.

It must have been dawn when I finally gave in to the overwhelming pleasure, my body giving up to exhaustion as I slipped into a peaceful haze.

When I finally woke up the next afternoon, I still felt drained. The memories of last night rushed back, making my cheeks warm. I caught myself biting my thumb, a smile slowly spreading across my face.

My phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand. Opening it, I found my inbox overflowing with messages, all eerily similar:

Message 1: Ms. Prescott, your wedding planner here. When would you like to discuss arrangements for your ceremony with Mr. Sterling?

Message 2: Ms. Prescott, this is from Luxe Vows Bridal. We're eager to schedule your bridal fitting at your earliest convenience.

Message after message scrolled by, each from different wedding vendors. I froze,

my mind racing. They couldn't be suppliers hired by Grayson because our

conversation last night was clear.

And then an unfamiliar number appeared, calling me-it was Gabriel...

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