Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

The moon spilled its silver light over the vineyards as Christian pulled me into his arms with an urgency that mirrored my own desire. There were no words, only the sound of our ragged breaths as he gently laid me down between the rows of vines that now bore my name.

The soft earth beneath my back contrasted with the solid weight of Christian’s body over mine. His hands explored my curves through the wine-stained dress, lingering in places that made me sigh.

“This dress is in the way,” he murmured against my neck, his fingers finding the zipper at my back.

“Then take it off,” I challenged, lifting myself slightly to help.

The fabric slid down my body, leaving me in nothing but black lingerie I had bought in Virelia. Christian’s eyes darkened as he took me in under the moonlight. My pale skin was in stark contrast with the black lace and the deep green of the vines around us.

“My God, Zoey,” he whispered, tracing the curve of my breasts with his fingers. “You’re perfect.”

His lips replaced his fingers, leaving a trail of fire with every touch. When he reached the edge of my bra, he slipped it away with a practiced ease that momentarily made me wonder how many times he had done this before. But the thought vanished when his mouth found my breast, drawing a helpless moan from my lips.

“Christian…” I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him there.

The night breeze caressed my exposed skin, deliciously contrasting with the hot press of Christian’s mouth. Each movement of his tongue sent waves of pleasure through me, building a tension in my belly that felt ready to shatter.

He moved lower, his hands and lips exploring, teasing, discovering every sensitive point. When his fingers slid beneath the lace of my panties, my body arched involuntarily against his hand.

“I want to feel you,” he murmured against my skin, sliding away the last piece of fabric. “Every part of you.

I lay completely bare under the star-filled sky, vulnerable in a way I had never been before. But there was no shame-only a burning need that consumed me.

Christian’s lips traced down my thighs until they reached the very center of my desire. The first touch of his tongue tore a muffled cry from me, my hands clutching the vines around us.

“Christian!” I moaned his name like a plea. “Please…”

Before I could catch my breath, Christian moved back up, his eyes locking on mine with an intensity that left me speechless. I reached for the button of his pants, my hands still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

“My turn,” I whispered, sliding the fabric down his legs along with his underwear.

The moon illuminated his bare body, perfectly sculpted like a classical Valentian statue. I explored him with curious fingers, learning what made him close his eyes and release those low, guttural sounds that sent shivers racing down my spine.

“Zoey,” he groaned as my fingers wrapped around him, testing, learning. “You’re driving me insane.”

I smiled, feeling powerful as I unraveled this man who was always so controlled. When I leaned down to replace my fingers with my mouth, he let out a sound that was almost a growl.

I kept my eyes locked on his as his movements grew deeper, harder. The pleasure built like a storm, a force of nature impossible to contain.

“Zoey,” he groaned my name like a prayer as we reached the edge.

“Christian,” I cried out, my nails digging into his back as the universe exploded behind my eyes.

We fell together into the abyss, our bodies trembling in a synchronized dance of ecstasy. Christian buried his face in my neck, shuddering against me, whispering my name over and over like an incantation.

For several minutes, we stayed entwined, our breathing slowly evening out, our hearts finding the same rhythm. The night breeze caressed our damp skin, carrying the sweet scent of ripe grapes.

Christian rolled to the side, pulling me against his chest. I nestled there, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling the earth beneath us, the starry sky above, the vines surrounding us.

“These vineyards really are like you,” he murmured sleepily, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.” Sweet, surprising… irresistible.”

I smiled against his skin, sleep tugging at me. I fought the heaviness in my eyelids, wanting to preserve this perfect moment in my memory.

“Sleep,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

It was a simple promise, limited only to the morning ahead. But as I drifted into sleep, cradled in Christian’s arms beneath the Castorian stars, surrounded by the vineyards that bore my name, I let myself believe it could mean something more.