Page 12 of The Alpha's Forbidden Heir

His lips claim mine in a heated kiss, and I barely have time to register the sensation before I feel him push forward, stretchingme as he buries himself fully inside. My breath catches, and a soft cry escapes me.

“Fuck, Aria, I’m sorry,” he says, his voice panicked, his lips brushing over mine as he stills. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head quickly, tears stinging my eyes. “No,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I haven’t... I haven’t done this before.”

The realization hits him instantly, his body tensing above me.

“You’re a virgin,” he says, his voice hoarse with disbelief and something softer—almost reverent. “By the moon, Aria, you’re a virgin.”

I nod, feeling my cheeks flush under his intense gaze.

“Shit,” he mutters, his breathing ragged as he presses his forehead to mine. “I should’ve been more careful, more gentle. I didn’t realize…”

I place my hands on his arms, my grip firm as I meet his gaze. “It’s okay, Bane. I’m okay. I want this... all of this. I want you.”

His words, rough and full of raw desire, send a shiver through me, igniting something deep and primal. Before I can respond, Bane leans down, capturing my mouth in a fierce, all-consuming kiss. His lips are firm, demanding, claiming me completely. Our tongues clash, a heated dance of passion, and I feel utterly consumed by him.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine, his eyes blazing with hunger that sends a thrill straight to my core. “You’re so tight, so damn perfect,” he groans, his voice a gravelly whisper that sets my body aflame. “I want to take my time with you, Aria. Make every moment count.”

I nod, my breaths coming in shallow pants, my body trembling under the intensity of his gaze. “Yes, please,” I whisper, my voice trembling but sure. “I want... I want to feel all of you.”

His hips move then, slow and deliberate, pulling out until only the broad head of his length remains before pushing back in with torturous precision. I gasp, my body adjusting to the stretch, the exquisite fullness of him. Every inch feels like he’s imprinting himself on me, body and soul.

My fingers clutch his shoulders tightly as I arch into him, silently urging him to keep going. My body moves instinctively, meeting his slow, measured thrusts, my heart pounding as his size and strength overwhelm me. The way he fills me, the way he moves—it’s like he was made to fit me, and I can’t get enough.

“Oh, Bane,” I breathe, my voice breaking with a mix of pleasure and desperation. “Yes... just there... don’t stop... faster, please.”

His eyes darken at my plea, and a low growl rumbles from his chest. I can feel the tension in him, his restraint as he holds back, controlling himself for me. But with every stroke, his thrusts grow deeper, harder, sending waves of pleasure rippling through me.

“Mine,” he growls, his lips trailing hot, hungry kisses along my neck. “Every part of you, every inch... mine.”

A soft whimper escapes me, and my nails dig into his back, anchoring myself to him as the sensations build. His words send a surge of heat through me, and I feel my body trembling, on the verge of something I’ve never experienced before.

“Bane, please,” I gasp, my voice shaking with need. “I need... more.”

He answers without hesitation, his hips snapping forward in quick, powerful thrusts that make me cry out his name. The pace is relentless, his movements claiming me with every stroke. Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, the intensity so overwhelming I can’t think, can’t breathe—only feel.

“Yes, like that... harder,” I moan, my body rising to meet his every movement.

He kisses me again, fierce and consuming, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his hips. The kiss is demanding, his lips claiming me just as thoroughly as his body does. My world narrows to him, to the feel of his hands on my skin, the heat of his breath, the way he moves inside me as though we were meant to be one.

The tension coils tighter and tighter until it finally snaps. My release crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body arching off the bed as I cry out his name. The force of it sends tremors through me, my muscles clenching and fluttering around him, pulling him deeper.

His answering roar vibrates through my entire body as he follows me over the edge. I feel the heat of his release as he shudders above me, his movements slowing but no less intense. He collapses onto me, his weight comforting, his breaths ragged against my neck as we both come down from the high.

In that moment, I feel utterly and completely his—and, for the first time, I realize I don’t want it any other way.

I wake up to warmth. Too much warmth. My skin prickles with discomfort as reality crashes down.

“Good morning,” I say, keeping my voice light, trying to feign nonchalance even as my stomach churns.

He doesn’t answer. Not a word. Instead, his jaw tightens, and he yanks on his boots with a vengeance, like putting as much distance between us as possible is his only goal.

The corner of my mouth lifts in a bitter smile. “Does this happen a lot?” I ask, my voice syrupy with mockery. “Do you always seduce the women you kidnap, or am I just special?”

That gets his attention. His eyes snap to mine, blazing with anger, but I hold my ground, daring him to say something. Anything.

“I don’t seduce anyone,” he spits, his tone icy. “And for the record, I’ve never slept with anyone I’ve taken. They’re either dead or dead.”

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