Page 14 of False Heir

Her scent hit me then, that intoxicating aroma that was all Adriana—a hint of her floral perfume mixed with the heady musk of her arousal. My mouth watered, and I could feel my control begin to slip.

“I’ve wanted to taste you all day and night long,” I confessed, voice rough with the raw need clawing at my insides. “Every damn meeting, every second I had to go out there and do anything else, all I thought about was fucking you.”

A visible shudder ran down her spine at my words. Good. I wanted her to feel it, every word, every touch. This wasn’t just about sex; it was about claiming her—about reminding her that no matter what, she was mine.

Leaning forward, I parted her thighs with my hands, reverently running my fingertips along the soft skin of her inner leg. Then, without another word, I gave in to my craving. My tongue found her clit, and I sucked gently, listening to the sharp intake of breath above me.

“Fuck!” Her hands found purchase in my hair, tugging slightly, guiding me where she needed me most.

I licked and sucked, each movement calculated to drive her wild. I pressed my tongue inside her, fucking her with a rhythm that had her hips undulating and her moans escalating. Her nails scraped my scalp, her pleasure building as I devoured her.

I knew she hadn’t come yet, but the way she screamed my name was a promise of what was to come. And I intended to fulfill every silent vow I made to her body and soul.

I pulled away for just a second. I needed to catch my breath, I needed to let her catch hers. I leaned my face against the soft expanse of her thighs, her skin softer than it ever had been, feeling her warmth on my cheek.

“Because I fucking want you all the time, I get to have you wherever I want,” I murmured against her skin, my breath hot on her wetness. “Even out here where anyone could stumble upon us.”

There was, of course, no way anyone could actually stumble upon us. Her breathing hitched, and that was the moment I knew she was close. The idea that we were in a secluded public space, that the thrill of potential discovery heightened our encounter—it only added fuel to the raging fire.

“God, Tristan, yes,” Adriana gasped.

I felt her body tense, her legs stiffening as I continued my relentless assault with my mouth. Her grip in my hair tightened to an almost painful degree. It was perfect, the slight sting mixed with the sweet taste of her. She was on the edge, trembling, and I was the one who had brought her there.

“Tell me, Adriana, tell me you’re mine.” The possessive words came out between each kiss I planted on her sensitive flesh.

“Yours,” she breathed out, succumbing to the waves of pleasure that I sent crashing into her. “Only yours.”

And then she shattered, her climax overtaking her in a storm of sensations. She shook above me, her aftershocks rippling through her as I helped her ride it out, slowing my movements but never ceasing, drawing every last tremble from her until she could barely stand, until she was so spent she could only pant and she was finding forming words difficult.

And I was finding it hard to think; pleasuring her had brought me to the brink of my limits, and I could have probably come just from licking her over and over and over again.

But I wanted more than that.

I always wanted more of her.

“Fuck, what do you want, Ade?” I asked, voice rough with my own need.

She looked down at me, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed with post-orgasmic bliss. “What do you want to hear?” she teased weakly.

My smirk was feral, knowing full well what was coming next. “Tell me what you need.”

Her voice was a desperate whisper, “I need you inside me. Now, Tristan.”

“Happy to oblige,” I said, standing up swiftly, my own arousal painfully evident. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable first, though. As much as I want to fuck you right here next to this open door, I don’t want…”

“What?” she asked, her voice teasing, singsongy.

“You’re pregnant,” I said.

Her eyes widened before a soft understanding smile departed her lips. I rose to my feet to look into her eyes. “You’re worried about me?” She asked, her tone filled with gentle amusement.

“Always.” I replied, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. The look in her eyes softened further and she reached up, cupping my cheek in her warm hand.

“I’m okay, Tristan. But...” She bit down on her lower lip, dropping her gaze to my chest. “A bed would be more comfortable.”

I chuckled at that, the sound low and deep in my throat as I swept her into my arms. “A bed it is, then,” I promised, carrying her through the cabin to the master bedroom.

Once inside, I kicked the door shut behind us and laid Adriana down onto the plush mattress. The room was dimly lit, a soft glow coming from the bedside table lamp but it was enough to see the desire burning in her eyes.

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