Page 82 of The Alpha's Forbidden Heir

Bane’s face lights up with pure joy as he slips the ring onto my finger. Standing, he pulls me into his arms, his lips finding mine in a kiss.

“Ready for the next part?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What next part?” I ask warily.

He holds out his hand, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Our first dance, Luna.”

I stare at his outstretched hand, my heart fluttering. “You planned this too?”

Bane’s hands grip my waist as we dance, pulling me closer than I thought possible. The warmth of his body and the intensity in his eyes have my pulse racing. His thumb brushes over the bare skin of my lower back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

The music fades into the background as I feel his lips graze the shell of my ear. “I want you,” he murmurs, his voice a husky growl that sends shivers down my spine.

I tilt my head up to meet his gaze, and the sheer want burning in his eyes steals my breath. Without hesitation, I close the small distance between us and kiss him, pouring every ounce of love and desire I feel into the kiss.

Bane responds immediately, his mouth capturing mine with a passion that borders on desperate. His hands tighten around my waist, and I can feel the barely restrained strength behind them. He kisses me like I am the air he needs to breathe.

“Let’s go,” he says, his voice low and commanding as he breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine for a brief moment.

He takes my hand and leads me out of the hall. My heart pounds with anticipation as we make our way up the staircase, the world narrowing to just the two of us.

By the time we reach our new room—the one Bane had designed for us to share as a family—the tension between us is unbearable.

He backs me up against the wall, his body pressing firmly against mine. “You’re everything, Aria,” he says between kisses, his voice raw with emotion. “I need to show you how much.”

I reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him even closer. “Then show me,” I whisper.

Bane groans at my words, lifting me effortlessly as I wrap my legs around his waist. His mouth never leaves mine as he carries me to the bed, laying me down gently before covering me with his body.

His hands roam over me, sliding under the fabric of my dress. He pauses, his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?”

I nod, tugging him down to me. “I’m yours, Bane. I always have been.”

His eyes darken with something primal, and he kisses me deeply as he begins to remove my dress, his hands reverent as they bare my skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his lips trailing down my neck and over my collarbone.

My fingers find the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with shaky hands. He shrugs the fabric off, revealing the hard planesof his chest. I let my hands wander, tracing the muscles that flex under my touch.

Bane’s lips move lower, leaving a trail of fire down my body. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his eyes meeting mine. “I want to make you feel how much I love you.”

Before I can respond, his mouth is on me, his tongue working with a skill and precision that leaves me trembling. I grip the sheets, my back arching as he brings me closer to the edge.

“Bane…” His name leaves my lips in a broken moan as I shatter, the pleasure washing over me in waves.

He kisses his way back up my body, his lips capturing mine in a kiss so I can taste myself. I can feel him against me, hard and ready, but he holds back, his gaze searching mine.

“I need you,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him closer.

He enters me slowly, his movements careful and deliberate, giving me time to adjust. The sensation is overwhelming, and I moan.

“I need you,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I wrap my legs around Bane’s waist. My fingers trace the hard lines of his jaw, pulling him closer. His eyes darken, a primal hunger flashing in them.

“You don’t just need me, Aria,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl. “You own me.”

His lips crash against mine, claiming me in a kiss so deep it leaves me breathless. His tongue parts my lips, tangling with mine in a sensual rhythm that has heat pooling low in my belly.

Bane pulls back, his hands cupping my face. “Do you feel that, Aria?” he whispers, his thumb brushing against my trembling lips. “That’s what you do to me. You make me lose control.”

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