Page 15 of False Heir

She was naked, and I wanted nothing more than to touch her. But I stood there for a moment, drinking in the sight of her. Her short, dark hair was tousled around her face, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire, while her chest heaved with each breath she took. She looked wild, untamed - a sight that starkly contrasted her usual composed and controlled demeanor.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

In answer, I reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it on the floor. She watched me undress, her gaze predatory as she followed the movement of my fingers as they unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

I pushed my jeans down along with my boxer briefs and stepped out of them. Her gaze dropped to my hardened length and she bit down on her lower lip.

My gaze never left hers, and I watched as her eyes took me in, darkening with desire. Then her gaze landed on the gauze that was covering my most recent gunshot wound.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Flesh wound,” I said. “I’ve gotten worse injuries from football. And rowing, too.”

She arched an eyebrow at me, though her gaze softened slightly. “And just how many gunshot wounds have you received from football?” she asked, amusement tingeing her tone.

With a chuckle, I shrugged, climbing onto the bed and positioning myself between her legs. I loved the way her gaze followed my every move, anticipation clear in her eyes. “You’re missing the point, Adriana,” I murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face.

“And what’s the point then?” she quizzed, reaching up to trail a curious finger down my chest and over my toned abs. Each feather-light touch sending jolts of electricity through me.

“That I’d endure a thousand bullet wounds to be here with you,” I confessed quietly, capturing her wandering hand to press a tender kiss onto her palm. Her breath hitched and she stared at me, her gaze filled with a myriad of emotions - surprise and endearment among them.

“Tristan—“

But I didn’t let her speak. She was wet and ready and I was throbbing with need, and her words could wait. I silenced her with a kiss, slow and lingering, while my hand reached down to align myself at her entrance. She gasped against my mouth as I pushed in slowly, savouring the feel of her hot and tight around me. Adriana’s hands gripped my biceps, her nails digging into my skin as she adjusted to the intrusion.

“Fuck, Tristan…” she moaned, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. There was something so visceral about this, about being inside of her that it made every other encounter pale in comparison. I could feel everything; every twitch, every gasp that escaped her lips spurred me on.

And she was beautiful like this—the way her brows knitted together in concentration and the tiny whimper that left her lips when I hit just the right spot. It was intoxicating. I kissed her again, swallowing up all traces of sounds she made.

“I would get shot all over again if it meant I got to be inside you again,” I whispered, thrusting into her harder. “And again, and again…”

She gasped, her nails digging deeper into my skin. “Then don’t get shot,” she said breathlessly, a plea hidden in her words.

I kissed her then, hard and passionate as I moved within her. The world fell away, and for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. It didn’t matter what waited for us outside the four walls of this room; right now, it was just us.

Her hands clung to me tighter, fingers digging into the muscles of my back as I moved within her, stroking the depth of her desire and bringing forth a cascade of desperate whimpers and moans from deep within her throat.

She gasped, tipping her head back to expose the slender column of her throat. I took the invitation for what it was, sinking my teeth into the tender flesh at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Her body jerked beneath me and I felt her tighten around me, sending a surge of pleasure through my veins.

“I’m close.” The words slipped from her lips between ragged breaths. I held myself still within her, buried to the hilt. Her eyes fluttered open to meet mine in a silent plea. A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth.

“Already?” I taunted, wiggling my hips just enough to cause friction against that sweet spot inside her. Her fingers tightened on my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. A delicious sting that only fueled my desire further.

“I-” she stuttered, “you- we-” Adriana’s words were cut off as I pulled out and thrust back in hard.

“Ah, fuck!” she cried out as her body arched off the bed, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. I groaned at the feel of her tight heat pulsing around me.

“You’re a poet,” I teased, my fingers lacing with hers and pinning her hands on either side of her head.

She sputtered incoherently, her mind clearly too foggy with pleasure to form any coherent thoughts. Her chest heaved with deep breaths. My fingers traced down her body, leaving goosebumps in their wake until they found the bundle of nerves between her legs.

As I stroked across the swollen clit, her back arched off the bed, pressing her chest against mine. Each thrust drove me deeper into her, eliciting a series of gasps and moans that vibrated against my skin. The taste of her lips was intoxicating; the way she writhed beneath me was driving me wild with need.

Feeling her muscles tightening around me, I quickened my pace, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she was teetering on the brink. “Let go for me, Ade,” I whispered into her ear, my voice thick with desire.

Her grip on my hand tightened further, her breath hitching as she reached the precipice. “Tristan...” she panted, her voice quivering with the overwhelming wave of pleasure crashing through her. Then with a shuddering sigh, she tipped over the edge, her body convulsing as she rode the waves of her climax. The sight and feel of her coming apart beneath me spurred me on, pushing me to my own release.

I groaned loudly, spilling myself inside her as heat swept through me in a wave of overwhelming relief. I stayed there for a moment, buried inside her as we both gasped for breath. The room was filled with the heavy scent of sex and our sharp intakes of air, creating a sensual symphony that echoed around us.

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