Page 55 of The Alpha's Forbidden Heir

He groans in response, his mouth trailing lower as his hands grip my thighs, lifting me against the wall.

Bane’s hands slip under my tank top, his touch igniting my skin as his lips trace along my jawline.

“Bane...” I whisper, barely recognizing my own voice.

He groans low in his throat, a sound that vibrates straight through me. His lips crash back onto mine, hungrier this time, devouring me like he’s been starving for far too long. His fingers curl around my thighs, lifting me effortlessly against the wall.

I gasp, clutching his shoulders for balance, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His body presses firmly against mine, and I feel the undeniable hardness of him.

"You drive me fucking insane," he growls against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. His hands roam under my top, sliding up to cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing over my nipples through the thin fabric of my bra.

“Bane,” I moan, arching into his touch as a wicked smile curls across his lips.

“Say it again,” he demands, his voice gravelly as his lips trail down to my neck. His teeth scrape against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Bane,” I repeat, my voice breaking on the syllable.

“Good girl,” he mutters, his mouth pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone.

I claw at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He chuckles darkly and pulls back just long enough to yank his shirt over his head, revealing every sculpted inch of his chest. I bite my lip, my breath catching at the sight of him, and his eyes darken with something primal.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll take you right here,” he says, his voice thick with lust.

“Then do it,” I challenge.

His smirk vanishes, replaced by something feral. In one swift motion, he grips the hem of my tank top and pulls it over my head, discarding it somewhere behind him. His lips crash back onto mine as his hands move to my shorts, tugging them down along with my panties.

He doesn’t wait, doesn’t hesitate. His hand grips my thigh, lifting me higher against the wall, and then he thrusts into me in one fluid, relentless motion.

I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he buries himself completely inside me. The stretch is intense, overwhelming, but the way he fills me makes every nerve in my body ignite.

“Fuck, Aria,” he groans, his forehead resting against mine as he starts to move, slow at first, then harder, deeper. “You feel so goddamn perfect.”

His words make me tremble, my body clenching around him as he picks up the pace, driving into me over and over.

“Say my name,” he growls, his hand tangling in my hair as his hips slam against mine.

“Bane,” I gasp, over and over, the only word I can manage.

“You’re mine,” he bites out, his lips claiming mine again as his thrusts grow erratic, desperate. His hand slips between us, his thumb finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs, and I shatter almost instantly, crying out his name as waves of pleasure consume me.

“Good girl,” he mutters again, his voice hoarse as he follows me over the edge, his body tensing as he groans my name.

We stay like that for a moment, our breathing ragged, bodies trembling. His forehead rests against mine, his lips brushing my temple.

But the moment is shattered by the sound of a door slamming open.

"BANE!" Rook's voice booms, sharp and demanding.

Bane instantly pulls away, his breath ragged. "What the—"

I jump down from the wall, trying to straighten my clothes and act like nothing has happened. My cheeks burn as I turn away, avoiding Rook's eyes.

Rook stands at the door, arms crossed, his usual smirk replaced by a scowl. "I knew I'd find you here," he says, his tone exasperated.

Bane doesn't even flinch. He leans casually against the wall, his hands in his pockets, though his flushed face betrays him. "What's so urgent, Rook, that you feel the need to burst in without knocking?"

"Don't give me that crap," Rook growls, his sharp eyes darting between the two of us. He grabs Bane by the arm and yanks him forward. "We have a situation."

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