THE BILLIONAIRE'S DESIRE

CHAPTER 5

She slung daggers at Marcus for having the audacity to inquire about her well-being. Naturally, she was not fine! She would never be normal again unless the strange item that connected their bodies was removed from her. She moaned in agony as she attempted to move and extricate herself from Marcus.

"This is going to kill me! Shit, this is going to kill me!"

For the nth time, she cursed him, and she cursed her ignorance about the agonizing process of fusing two bodies. However, why did individuals appear to appreciate it while it was unbearably painful?

"Didn't I warn you?" Marcus arched his brows as he locked his gaze on her.

Daniella wanted to weep for a minute and was terrified to move away from him. She had the sensation that her body was being split in half! "You should have informed me of your size!" She ultimately blamed the wrapped man, and Marcus burst out laughing.

"Are you serious, Dani?" You expected me to warn you about it? You are an improbable lady!" Marcus was enraged and frustrated.

He was upset with himself since he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand being buried inside her body and unable to move. If he decided to be a savage, it would be traumatizing for her, which enraged him. Why would he care about her first encounter when it was the woman who desired it in the first place?

Daniella supported herself by placing her hands on his chest. Her lower body was numb from inactivity for an extended period of time, and she want to alter her posture.

As she dropped her body towards his chest, both of her large breasts dangled in front of his gaze, and he was enticed to taste her softness. He closed his eyes as Daniella began to slide away from him, raising her buttocks. Marcus considered this as he fought his need and lust from taking over his sanity.

She gradually lifted her bottom away from him, but returned to her old position when it became too uncomfortable. Then she attempted again and again, until she realized his eyelids were closed firmly.

He did his best to contain it, but her small up and down motions gave him so much pleasure that he felt expanded while within her body. Daniella must have felt it as well, since it was written all over her face.

She no longer felt the ache, and something more pleasant and pleasant took its place. It was hot and ticklish. To be honest, she preferred the new sensation, and she finally understood why men would murder for a woman.

"Oh, now I like it." She stated, oblivious to the fact that her actions had wreaked havoc on the man.

He was not a hypocrite, and denying that he loved her company was the height of hypocrisy. As it had already occurred, the least he could do was appreciate the moment and disregard the implications.

Daniella's motions got more daring, and she rocked her body against his in a rhythmic pattern that caused Marcus to lose control and he was unable to stop his body from seeking relief. He moaned in the manner of a wounded tiger, relieved and satiated. Marcus moved his body and matched her every movement till she found her own pleasure when his seed was implanted within her womb.

She was taken aback as she felt the hot liquid coursing through her. While Daniella relished the historic moment of her first orgasm, she felt she had succeeded in her endeavor to conceive.

However, when she tried to detach herself from him, he didn't let her. She narrowed her eyes at the man, but he just chuckled in response.

"Now, it's my turn," he announced, and before she knew it, their position has changed, and he was on top of her.

In the end, she got what she wanted. She lost her virtue, and if she would be luckier, then, she would give birth soon! She should be happy but she couldn't be happy. She felt there was something wrong, and she did something wrong just to fulfill something in a stupid testament.

Following the wonderful moment, she felt sad for the ladies, since the procedure of childbirth was so cruel and barbarous. While it was true that she felt something pleasant in between, it was insufficient to compensate for her lost virtue, and once the act was through, she was at a loss for what to do next.

However, what if she failed to conceive on her first attempt? Was she to ask Marcus to do it again, or would any male suffice?

As his manhood shrunk in size, she had little difficulty separating herself from him. Prior to going to the bathroom to wash, her eyes were stuck to his regular size and determined that it did not appear as threatening when she was weary. Following her self-cleansing, she fetched a damp towel and wiped him.

"Did you have a good time?" He inquired, and her cheeks suddenly became crimson red.

"Yes, thank you," she replied.

"Can I go now?"

"Of course," she said as she re-dressed and collected her checkbook to sign a cheque. "This is a cashier's check, Marcus. Utilize it wisely," she advised him.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"I don't need your money!" Marcus yelled!