Page 89 of Wicked Heirs

“Feel like testing that theory?”

“Holy hell,” I only just managed to choke out at the sight of her and what she was suggesting—at all of it.

It was a lot to absorb in a few seconds. Or at all.

Her pink hair was flowing down in loose curls brushing her arms.

The negligee barely covered her thighs and it did amazing justice to her full breasts.

A snarl escaped me and it was all I could do to prevent my fangs from dropping.

I couldn’t control my cock the same way and I was hard in a fucking instant at the sight of her scantily clad and standing in my chambers.

“That’s a major compliment,” she said, her smirk widening.

“It’s well deserved.”

In the next moment, she was on me, sliding her hands under my t-shirt and all over my chest and abs as her mouth crashed down on mine.

Hell.

I rose to it, kissing her back fiercely.

She moaned out and opened for me and then our tongues were tangling, the passion between us and all that I’d repressed, exploding all over the place and raining down all over us.

She tasted like the sweetest temptation.

One of her hands slid down over my jeans and cupped my hard cock through them.

I jolted, not used to the sensation.

She went slow, stroking in an easy, sensual rhythm and before I knew it I was letting go and grinding back against her.

Pleasure sparked everywhere and I growled into her mouth, getting lost in it. The urge for more, so much more, didn’t slam up against a barrier this time and make me stop it before it went any further.

In fact, all I could think about was needing it to go further.

Needing her hands and mouth all over me.

Needing to feel her all over me.

Needing to sink deep into her and lose my fucking mind with it.

The next thing I knew, I was snarling, tearing from our kiss, then snagging her around the hips and tossing her onto my bed.

She squealed with delight as she bounced on the mattress, then watched me rip my shirt over my head and tear open my jeans.

She slid one of the straps of her negligee down her shoulder, holding my gaze as she did, looking so wanton and sexy as she slipped the other down, then started sliding the garment down her body, exposing her breasts, her stomach, her pussy, her thighs. Every inch of her silky skin.

I loved that she wasn’t shy about showing herself to me at all. She was so confident in this aspect of her life, so free. In fact, it seemed to bolster her as I ran my eyes all over her, drinking her in, and making sure I took a mental snapshot of this moment to hold onto forevermore.

“All the way,” she said, as I got distracted by the sight of her naked body and had stilled with stripping. “Show me your cock.”

Cock.That was so hot coming out of her mouth.

I shoved down my jeans and boxers in one go, kicking them off, and her eyes flamed as she took in my cock, long and hard as fucking stone for her, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

“Wow,” she breathed, clenching her thighs. “You’ve been keeping that to yourself all these years?”

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