Page 22 of False Heir

Her body writhed beneath me, a delightful mixture of vexation and desire. “Tristan...please.”

Her pleas were intoxicating, a heady cocktail of need and submission that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left us both breathless.

“Tell me where you want me,” I urged again when we pulled away, my voice coarse with both desire and impatience.

“In,” she panted desperately, her body writhing beneath me. “In my ass, Tristan. Please.”

Her words were a gut punch that I was not prepared for. A dangerous thrill coursed through me, unlocking something primal within. My fingers stilled inside her - the only sign of shock I allowed myself - before they started to move again, sliding deeper.

“That’s my good girl,” I murmured against her earlobe, nipping it gently as a reward.

Reaching for the lube once more, I coated my length generously. My gaze met hers as I positioned myself at her entrance, the anticipation clear in her dark eyes as they pleaded silently for more. I felt a surge of protectiveness and desire mingling within me, threatening to consume me whole.

“I’m going to come inside of you,” I said. “That’s what you want, right?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her eyes wide and pupils dilated from desire. “Yes, Tristan.”

The wild desperation in her voice was enough to nearly send me over the edge. But I needed to control myself, for her. With a final, assuring nod, I began to push forward, easing into Adriana with all the restraint I could muster.

She gasped sharply, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she fought off the discomfort. It was no easy task, changing what was familiar. But this...this was intimate on a completely different level. A deep intimacy that bound us more tightly than anything else ever could.

Biting my lip against the wave of pleasure that surged through me at being inside her like this, I waited. I let her adjust to the intrusion before slowly pulling out and pushing back in again.

“Touch yourself,” I said.

Her breath hitched at my command as she reached down between her legs, her fingers exploring her swollen, sensitive flesh. Her back arched off the bed, a mewl escaping her lips as she stroked herself in time with my movements.

“Fuck,” I exhaled, my control slipping as I watched her pleasure herself. This was a sight only for me. The thought sent a fierce surge of possessiveness through me.

“I’m close,” she gasped out, her movements growing more frantic against her clit. Her inner muscles clenched around me, each squeeze sending shivers up my spine.

“I know,” I managed to ground out, the words torn from me as I fought to keep my own release at bay. “Go ahead. Come for me.”

Adriana’s body tensed, her fingers working faster against her swollen nub as her climax built. The sight of her pleasure was almost more than I could handle. Every sound she made, every gasp and moan, echoed through the room, adding to the erotic inferno that had consumed us.

I watched with bated breath as she reached the precipice, her body shuddering with an intensity that had me holding my own breath. Then she fell over the edge, a wordless cry of pure ecstasy tearing from her lips as she came apart beneath me.

I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

I was so enraptured by Adriana’s climax that I barely registered my own orgasm ripping through me until I felt the relentless pull in my lower belly. My hips jerked forward, burying myself deeper within her as I came, my release spilling inside of her with a guttural groan.

After a moment of letting the pleasure and satisfaction wash over me, I carefully slid out of her, my body protesting the loss instantly. Wordlessly, I reached for a towel from the bedside table and gently started cleaning her up.

Her eyes were half-closed, her face flushed with satisfaction, and she made soft sounds of protest as I moved away. I had to resist the urge to trace every curve and dip with my fingertips. But she needed rest.

Adriana sighed, burying her face into the pillow. “We should go look at what’s in the box.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I said.

But I didn’t care about the box. It was becoming increasingly clear to me that I didn’t care about anything except the woman lying on the bed as my cum spilled out of her.

She turned her head to look at me. “You okay?”

“Yes, love, never better,” I said, flashing her a smile.

I just really hoped it didn’t sound like a lie.

Chapter Ten: Tristan

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