The Billionaire 3: Tyron Cruz novel Chapter 3

Isabella pushed him away and took a step backwards.

“Don’t be full of yourself, Mister!” Isabella firmly said making Tyron smirk.

“You are into me, Isabella.” He said as he took a step towards her, making her took other steps away from him.

“No, I’m not.” She said as she stops when her lower limbs felt the bed at her back.

“You are, and you can’t stop it.” He said grinning ear to ear as he approaches her.

Isabella’s heart hammers in her chest, reminding herself that she’s unprepared for the moment. She didn’t know that Tyron would come home tonight.

“W-what do you want?” Isabella asked.

“I want you to touch me, and not run away from me, Isabella.” Tyron said making her blink her eyes. “Stop fighting with your desire, wife. You’ve been eating me alive with your eyes when I opened the bathroom door.” He added making her bit her lower lip. “You look at me like you’re shopping for something you can’t afford.” He added making her flustered.

“It’s because I can’t really afford you.” Isabella answered as her eyes roamed over his rounded shoulders, his chiselled abs and narrow hips.

“You’re doing it again, wife.” Tyron chuckled as he grabs her hand. “It is not wrong to touch your husband, wife.” He added.

Isabella stare into his eyes. His expression is confident, and mixed with something predatory. Isabella is fighting her urge to touch him but her hand betrayed her.

With trembling hands, she slowly touches his ab muscles with the tips of her first three fingers. Slowly, she brushes along the second bump, then she run her index finger around his belly button.

“Damn, Isabella!” Tyron grunted.

Heat courses through her whole body, making her blush, trying to avoid checking the front of his sweatpants but failed. She slowly bit her lips as she remembers the night they shared during their wedding night.

Isabella looked at Tyron and saw it in his expression that he is just controlling his posture.

Without a word, Tyron loops an arm around her waist and pulls her against his body capturing her lips before she could even react.

The kiss is brief but it is enough to awaken all the muscle in her body. Tyron’s kiss is firm and it seems like he’s been wanting for it to happen the moment he saw his wife again after two long months. He nudges his wife’s mouth open with his lips before entering her mouth with his tongue.

Isabella melt under the fierce heat of his kisses, grabbing hold of his shoulders for support.

“I’ve never felt this way with someone in my life.” Isabella thought. She let out another moan as his hands run up and down to her frame, tender and strong at once.

Tyron’s kisses slide over her ear to the nape of her neck, sending a tingling sensation cascading down to her spine. His hands slide up her legs, lifting the robe on the way and with one hand, he tugs down her robe and bra down and works his hands on her breast taking hold in perfect motion.

Isabella felt her nipples hardening beneath his touch and only wanting more and she felt like she is his clay—molded to whatever shape he wishes.

Tyron captured her lips again, giving her soft kisses and hard nips that leaves her aching for more.

“Damn, Tyron!” Isabella cursed as she let out a moan and digs her nails into his shoulders as his teeth graze across her neck.

“Tell me you want more, Isabella.” Tyron said in his sexy and husky voice looking straight to her eyes and seems like he is just controlling his self not to take you right there.

Isabella loosely wrap her arms on his neck pulling him for a kiss.

Without warning, Tyron scoop Isabella up into his arms and carries her and carefully place her on top of the bed as he presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her lips—craving, claiming and devouring, he takes her with everything he has, his passion growing more and more.

The touch of his skin is enough to send waves of pleasure throughout her body. She cannot help but to lose herself in his touch, a pressure rising Isabella as she rubs her body and strokes against her husband. He shivers with anticipation as she sends her fingertip running down his back.

Isabella can feel his hard length presses against her thigh, standing erect just beneath his pants. She cannot help not to blush when she remembered how he takes her during their wedding night.

With her shyness thrown away, she reaches her palm along the front of his pants, letting the bulge fill her palm making Tyron let out a soft curse.

Tyron stands up and she bewilderedly took a seat on the bed, and pulled down his pants making Tyron groan in surprise. Isabella look up at her husband and smiled seductively.

“What are you pl—ahh.”

She didn’t let him finish what he was saying as she hold his massive length, teasing it with her tongue and before he can utter another word, Isabella shove his boxers down and take him full in her mouth. She can feel his body shudder against her with every stroke and flick of her tongue.