Page 72 of False Heir

Fuck. I had to think about anything else not to come right then and there. I focused on how the leather of the couch felt under me, on how warm my skin was, on anything other than the way Adriana’s body was making me feel.

“Jesus,” Adriana said.

I put my hand on her clit and rubbed it softly, lightly. “Can I give you another orgasm?”

She laughed. “Honestly, I don’t know.”

“Can I try?”

“Yes.”

So I did. I kissed the nape of her neck, the soft skin there salty with sweat. My fingers on her clit grew more insistent as I felt her body begin to convulse beneath me, the waves of pleasure rolling through her in a rhythm that matched the pounding of our hearts.

“Fuck!” Adriana’s voice was a husky whisper now, her cries muffled as she buried her face into the pillow to stifle the sounds of ecstasy that danced on her tongue.

I felt her tighten around me, a sure sign that she was close again. With each push of myself into her, she met me halfway, the slick sound of our connection punctuating the air. I leaned down, my lips tracing the line of her neck as I wetted my fingers with her spit.

“Look at me,” I commanded softly, and she opened her eyes, her gaze laced with a vulnerability that tugged at something deep within me. I circled her clit with fervor, and her body responded in kind, a crescendo of pleasure building within her.

Then it happened—an overwhelming wave that crashed over her. Adriana’s climax tore through her with such intensity that tears spilled from her eyes, streaking down her cheeks in silent testimony to the depth of her release. In that moment, she was perfect in her rawness, her form shuddering.

I should have been surprised when she cried out, a soft gasp escaping her lips, not from another surge of ecstasy but from a different release entirely—a little pee escaping as her body quaked uncontrollably from the force of her orgasm. After a quick moment of surprise, what filled me was an inexplicable sense of pride.

“Tristan...” Her voice was a breathy whisper, laden with emotions that neither of us fully understood.

“Shh, I’ve got you.” My words were meant to comfort, to reassure her that there was no judgment here, only us, only this—

“Sorry,” Adriana murmured, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and the afterglow. She looked up at me through those dark lashes, a hint of vulnerability in her gaze that tugged at something deep within my chest.

“Hey,” I said, chuckling as I brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, “don’t be. You’re pregnant, remember? Stuff like this happens.” My grin was wide, teasing, trying to ease her discomfort. “Besides, I can’t believe I managed to get you to do that.”

Her eyes narrowed playfully, a spark returning as she gave me a gentle hit on the chest. “You’re terrible,” she accused, but the laughter in her voice told me she was far from mad.

“Only for you,” I shot back, catching her hand and planting a kiss on her knuckles. The air felt lighter between us, the tension replaced with the ease of our banter.

Cradling her face, I looked into her eyes, ensuring she felt the weight of my next words. “Ade, I promise you, there’s no going back for me. I won’t get cold feet again. I’m all in.” The seriousness of my vow hung between us, an oath that went beyond the words themselves.

Her gaze searched my face. “We can talk about it later,” she said.

The late afternoon sun was fading, casting the hideaway apartment in a warm, almost ethereal hue. We were cocooned in this temporary sanctuary within Boston, far from the prying eyes of The Callahan Domain and the constant undercurrents of danger that came with it.

I moved on, not because I didn’t care, but because right now, she needed tenderness more than promises. I reached for her hand, turning it palm up to reveal a silver ring she’d worn since high school.

“Your fingers are getting swollen,” I observed, tracing the outline of the ring gently. It was a small thing, but noticing these details mattered. It showed I paid attention, that I cared about every part of her life.

“Yeah,” she admitted, a hint of frustration in her voice. “It’s been like this for a while.”

“Let’s get it resized then,” I offered, trying to keep the mood light. “You shouldn’t have to be uncomfortable.”

A wistful smile crossed her lips. “I hope they won’t be swollen forever.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound rumbling from deep within my chest. “With any luck, we’ll get back to normal soon—whatever our normal is.”

Adriana laughed too, the sound mingling with mine, a brief harmony against the dissonance of our lives. And for that fleeting moment, as the day gave way to night, our laughter felt like a promise of better days to come, a reminder that amidst the chaos, we had each other. And that was worth fighting for.

The buzz of my phone broke the spell, the vibration in the pocket of my discarded jeans on the floor enough to startle me.

I leaned over and kissed Adriana, a soft press of lips that promised more but had to wait. “I know we have a lot to unpack,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, “but could you stay here tonight? We’ll talk when I come back.”

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