Page 67 of The Alpha's Forbidden Heir

I lay curled on the massive, cold bed. I wasn’t sure when sleep claimed me, but I slept off.

And then, he was there.

Bane.

The air in the dream shifted, heavy and electric, as I found myself standing in the moonlit woods. The chill of the night kissed my skin, but the heat of his presence engulfed me. He stepped out of the shadows, his gaze locking onto mine like a predator claiming its prey.

“Aria,” he growled, his voice rough and desperate.

I turned to him, stunned and breathless. “Bane?”

Before I could process anything, his hands were on me—strong, calloused, and impossibly warm. He pulled me close, his lips crashing down on mine with a fervor that stole the air from my lungs.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my mouth, his voice trembling with an edge of both fury and longing.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think. All I knew was him—his lips, his touch, his scent. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, tugging him closer as my body responded instinctively.

His hands roamed, sliding down to my hips and gripping them with a possessiveness that made me gasp.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and guttural. “Say you belong to me.”

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I’m yours.”

His growl vibrated against my skin, and before I could register it, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. My back hit the rough bark of a tree.

“I’ve missed this,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck, nipping and kissing in a way that made my head fall back. “Missed you.”

“Bane…” I gasped as his hands slid up under the thin fabric of my dress, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

He didn’t hesitate, pulling the fabric over my head and tossing it aside. His eyes darkened as they took me in, his gaze predatory and hungry. “You’re perfect,” he breathed, his hands cupping my bare breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.

“Bane, please,” I whimpered, arching into his touch.

His smirk was wicked as he leaned in, his lips capturing a nipple while his other hand slid lower, tracing the curve of my thigh. The feel of his mouth on me was intoxicating, every pull and flick of his tongue making my body tremble with need.

“You taste like heaven,” he growled, his voice thick with desire as he kissed his way down my stomach. “But I need more.”

I barely had time to process his words before his fingers slid between my legs, parting me with a teasing stroke that made me cry out.

“So wet,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “You want this as much as I do.”

“Yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. “God, yes.”

He didn’t make me wait. His mouth replaced his hand, his tongue exploring me with a skill that left me trembling.

“Bane!” I cried out as his fingers joined the torment, thrusting into me with a rhythm that matched the relentless pleasure of his tongue.

“Come for me, Aria,” he growled, his voice vibrating against me. “Let me hear you.”

I shattered, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. His name fell from my lips like a prayer, and he didn’t stop until I was limp and trembling in his arms.

But he wasn’t finished.

He stood, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made my breath hitch. “I need you,” he said, his voice raw. “All of you.”

I nodded, unable to speak, as he shed his clothes. The sight of him—his broad chest, his chiseled abs, the raw power of his body—took my breath away.

He pressed against me, his hardness undeniable, and I arched into him, desperate for more. “Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

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