Page 21 of False Heir

“Fuck,” she whispered, her voice filled with a tantalizing mix of fear and desire.

My finger circled the rim, barely penetrating, before I withdrew. Her breath hitched. The ensuing silence was thick with anticipation, heavy with the promise of what was to come.

“Relax,” I crooned against her heated skin, my breath hot against her sensitive area as I continued my careful exploration.

Once more, my finger circled, dipping slightly inside before retreating again. Her body shuddered under me. Then slowly, carefully, I eased a single digit inside her ass.

“Fuck,” I said. “The perfect pussy and the perfect asshole. You really are going to be the perfect wife.”

Her response was lost in her gasp, a sound that echoed my own pleasure. My control was slipping, my resolve to go slow and gentle wavering under the onslaught of sensations that whispered promises of ecstasy. But I knew I needed to be careful, to remember this was new territory for both of us.

“Tristan,” she whimpered again, a sweet plea that tugged at the very core of me. “Please.”

Her body writhed beneath me, seeking the relief only I could give her. But I wasn’t quite ready to yield the control just yet, not when I could still make her beg, plead for more.

“Say it,” I urged, my voice nothing more than a soft growl against her skin. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want...” She trailed off, struggling to find the right words as her breath hitched in her throat.

“Yes?”

“I want you,” she finally admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “All of you.”

“Listening to you beg for my cock is my favorite thing in the world,” I said as my fingers moved faster, faster.

Her pleas transformed into sweet moans as my fingers moved within her, pushing into unexplored depths. She was so tight, so warm. It was pure heaven.

Brief moments filled with an adrenaline rush and pent-up desire passed before I gave in to her begging pleas. Reaching for the drawer next to our bed, I pulled out a bottle of lube, letting it spill over my fingers before returning them to her sensitive flesh.

I pressed one slick finger against her tight entrance, sliding it inside her slowly. Her breath hitched, her fingers clutching the sheets beneath her as I pushed deeper.

“Damn,” I hissed between gritted teeth, the sight of my finger disappearing inside her nearly driving me over the edge.

“Is it...is it supposed to feel like this?” she stammered, her voice shaky. Even in the dim light, I could see her face flush a deeper shade of red.

“It should feel good,” I murmured into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” she gasped out as I pushed a second finger inside her. “It’s just...different.”

“Different good or different bad?” I asked, my voice low and gruff as I watched her reactions carefully.

“Different...good,” she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut as she adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation.

Her admission sent a thrill of satisfaction coursing through me, and I couldn’t help but push deeper, the slick sounds of my fingers moving inside her mingling with our ragged breaths.

“I want to see you come apart for me,” I growled into her ear as I curled my fingers inside her. “What do you want now?”

Her body tensed, throat working overtime to swallow as she whispered so softly, I almost missed it. “You.”

“Where?” I teased her, my fingers still pressing into her ass.

She squirmed beneath me, her body flushed with arousal. “Inside me,” she breathed out, her voice shaky with anticipation.

“Inside you where?“ I asked.

“Inside... inside me,” she choked out and I could hear the hesitation making her voice waver.

My body trembled with need as I pressed my thumb against her clit, circling it with steady pressure. “And which hole do you want me in, Adriana?”

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