Page 83 of The Alpha's Forbidden Heir

“Then lose it,” I challenge, my voice barely above a whisper.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His lips return to mine, fierce and demanding, while his hands begin their exploration. One slides down to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him, while the other tangles in my hair, tilting my head back to give him better access.

His mouth trails a line of kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. I gasp as he finds a spot that makes my knees weak. “Bane...”

“Shh,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my collarbone. “Let me take care of you.”

He lowers me onto the bed with care, his large frame looming over mine as the fabric of my dress rides higher.

“You’ve been driving me insane all night,” he admits, his voice a low rumble. His hands skim over my thighs, pushing the fabrichigher. “Every time I looked at you, I had to remind myself not to drag you away and claim you right then and there.”

I shiver under his touch, the intensity in his gaze making my breath hitch. “Then claim me now,” I say, my voice trembling but sure.

His lips quirk into a wicked grin. “Oh, I will.”

Bane moves with deliberate slowness, peeling my dress from my body. He kisses every inch of exposed skin, starting at my shoulders and working his way down. He takes his time, his lips and tongue igniting fires everywhere they touch.

“You’re stunning, Aria,” he murmurs against my skin. “Every inch of you.”

His hands roam freely now, tracing the curves of my waist, my hips, my thighs. He leans back to take me in, his gaze heated and possessive. “You’re mine, Aria. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my chest rising and falling with anticipation.

He kneels between my legs, his hands spreading my thighs apart as his lips descend. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he promises, his voice thick with need.

And then he does. His mouth finds my most sensitive spot, his tongue moving in slow, teasing circles. I cry out, my fingers tangling in his hair as he works me over with expert precision.

“Bane,” I gasp, my hips arching toward him. “Oh, God.”

“Don’t hold back,” he murmurs against me, his voice vibrating against my skin. “I want to hear every sound you make.”

His tongue quickens its pace, his fingers joining in as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. My body tenses, the pleasure building until it’s almost too much to bear.

“Let go, Aria,” he coaxes, his voice low and commanding.

I do. The climax washes over me, leaving me trembling and breathless beneath him. He kisses his way back up my body, his lips finding mine as I’m still coming down from the high.

“You taste like heaven,” he whispers, his voice husky.

I pull him closer, my hands roaming over his broad shoulders and down his chest. “It’s my turn,” I say, flipping us over so that I’m straddling him.

His eyes widen slightly, a grin tugging at his lips. “Bold, are we?”

“You bring it out of me,” I reply, leaning down to kiss him.

My lips trail down his neck, my hands working on the buttons of his shirt. I peel it off, my fingers tracing the hard planes of his chest. I kiss my way down, taking my time to savor every inch of him.

When I reach the waistband of his pants, I look up at him, a teasing smile on my lips. “Do you trust me?”

“Always,” he replies, his voice rough with anticipation.

I free him from his pants, my hands and mouth exploring him with deliberate care. His groans fill the room, low and guttural, as I work him over.

“Aria,” he groans, his hand tangling in my hair. “You’re going to make me—”

I stop just as he’s on the brink, sitting up and smirking at him. “Not yet.”

“You’re cruel,” he growls, his eyes blazing with desire.

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