Page 63 of Nanny for the Demon's Twins

"Karn, please," she begs, her voice a soft plea. "Stop teasing me."

A chuckle escapes my lips, low and throaty. I love seeing her like this, desperate and wanting. I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her wetness. She pushes back, trying to take me in, but I hold her hips steady, teasing her a little more.

"Patience," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

She huffs, and I chuckle again. I slide into her slowly, inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me. A low groan escapes me as I seat myself fully inside her. She feels fucking amazing.

I wrap one arm around her front, pulling her back against my chest. My hand finds her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers. She gasps, her body arching into my touch. I slide my other hand down, finding her clit and massaging it gently.

She moans, her head falling back against my shoulder. I tilt her head to the side, capturing her mouth in a kiss as I start to move. I thrust into her slowly, deeply, my body pressing against hers with each movement.

"I love you," I whisper against her lips, my voice rough with emotion. "I'll do anything for you, Mira."

She reaches up, her hand cupping my cheek. "I love you too," she breathes, her eyes meeting mine.

I continue to move, my body claiming hers, my heart beating in sync with hers. Each thrust is deliberate, slow, meant to drive her wild. She meets each one, her body moving with mine, her breath coming in short gasps.

My fingers continue to work her, circling her clit, pinching her nipples. Her body tenses, her muscles clenching around me. I can feel her getting close, her body trembling with each thrust.

"Come for me, my love," I murmur, my voice a low growl. "Let me feel you."

Mira's body convulses around me, her climax gripping me tightly. A groan tears from my throat as I pull out, spinning her around to face me. Her eyes are glazed, her lips parted, breath coming in ragged gasps. I grab her leg, hiking it up and wrapping it around my hip, opening her up to me completely.

I thrust into her again, a growl rumbling in my chest as I sink deep. Her hands clutch my shoulders, her eyes locked onto mine. I hold her gaze, refusing to look away, wanting to see every flicker of emotion, every spark of pleasure in those green depths.

"Karn," she breathes, her voice barely a whisper. It's a plea, a prayer, a secret between us. I capture her mouth with mine, swallowing her gasps, her moans, every sound she makes feeding the fire inside me.

I thrust harder, deeper, my body claiming hers. Her back presses against the stone wall, her body arching to meet mine. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thigh, holding her steady as I drive into her.

"You feel incredible," I murmur against her lips. "So fucking perfect."

A soft whimper escapes her, her eyes fluttering closed. I growl, nipping at her bottom lip. "Eyes on me, Mira. I want to see you."

Her eyes snap open, pupils dilated, desire burning bright. I can see her soul in those eyes, the strength, the resilience, the love. It's all there, bare and raw, just for me.

I reach between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb. Her body tenses, her muscles clenching around me. I can feel her building again, her body trembling with each thrust. Gods, she is so perfect, made for me to make come apart and please.

"Come with me, Mira," I demand, my voice rough with need. "Let go. Let me see you come apart."

Her breath hitches, her body tensing. I can feel her on the edge, ready to fall. I thrust deeper, harder, my own climax building, ready to spill over.

"Karn," she gasps, her voice a breathy moan. "I'm—I'm?—"

"That's it," I growl, my thrusts growing erratic, my control slipping. "Come for me, Mira. Now."

Her body convulses, her muscles milking me as she comes. A groan rips from my throat as I follow her over the edge, my climax tearing through me. I bury my face in her neck, my body shuddering with each wave of pleasure.

Her arms wrap around me, holding me close, her breath hot against my ear. We stay like that, bodies entwined, hearts pounding in sync, as the water cascades down around us, washing away everything but this moment.

28

MIRA

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone street as Karn and I approach Mrs. Blackwood's bakery, now freshly showered and dressed. My heart quickens with each step, already anticipating those little arms wrapping around me.

"You're fidgeting." Karn's deep voice carries a hint of amusement.

I smooth my hands over my skirt. "I can't help it. I missed them."

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