Page 75 of Blood Heir

I watch her, completely hypnotized. The way her body moves, the way her slick heat grips me tighter with every stroke—it’s fucking beautiful.

Her fingers fist the sheets on either side of her, knuckles turning white, her moans growing louder, raw, almost desperate. Her back arches off the bed, breasts heaving under the thin fabric of her nightdress, her nipples hard and peeking through the silk.

“Oh—God—yes…yes…yes…” she cries out, her voice breaking as her body begins to tremble.

And then I feel it.

Her walls clamp down on my fingers, tight, pulsing, spasming around me as her orgasm crashes through her. She gasps, her whole body quaking beneath me, thighs shaking as she rides out the waves.

I don’t stop.

I keep curling my fingers inside her, stroking that spot again and again, my thumb circling her clit, drawing out her climax, making it last longer, making it hit harder. She writhes under my touch, her thighs quivering uncontrollably, her breath catching in desperate little gasps as another smaller wave ripples through her.

When she finally collapses back against the bed, spent and panting, I ease my fingers out of her. Her body twitches from the aftershocks, her chest rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath.

I pull back for a moment, my own breathing labored now. My cock is rock hard again—thick, heavy, pulsing with need—standing proud between my legs.

She sees it.

Her eyes drop down to my shaft, watching it pulse, watching the precum bead at the tip, and a satisfied smile spreads across her flushed face. Her breathing steadies as her gaze drags back up to meet mine, full of mischief and hunger.

Still trembling slightly, she spreads her legs wider, inviting me in. The silk of her nightdress is still bunched around her waist, her glistening folds fully exposed to me, still slick and wet from her release.

I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it as I crawl between her legs. I run the head up and down her soaked slit, letting it glide through her slickness, teasing her entrance. The heat radiating from her is like a furnace—wet, warm, irresistible.

Her hands reach for my shoulders, fingertips digging into my skin as I position myself. I press forward, just barely, letting the thick head of my cock push inside her.

The sensation hits me instantly—her warmth, her tightness, the way her body stretches to accommodate me inch by inch.

I groan low in my throat, my breath catching.

“Fuck me…” I rasp, feeling her heat surround me, swallow me.

Her eyes flutter but stay locked on mine, her mouth falling open as she gasps at the slow stretch.

I push in a little more. Another inch. The tight squeeze of her walls around me makes my pulse pound wildly, my breathing heavy and rough. Every nerve in my body lights up at the feel of her wet heat gripping me.

Her hands slide down to my lower back, urging me closer, deeper.

“You feel so good,” she whispers, breathless, her voice trembling with pleasure.

I push deeper, savoring every second, every inch disappearing inside her, until finally my hips press flush against hers and I’m buried to the hilt.

We both freeze for a moment, lost in the sheer intensity of the sensation. I can feel her heartbeat against my chest, feel her body clench around me, feel the heat pooling between us like liquid fire.

I lower my mouth to hers, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss, my hips still, savoring the moment. The tension between us crackles like electricity.

“You feel fucking great,” I whisper into her mouth.

She moans softly in reply, her legs wrapping around my waist, holding me inside her as tightly as she can.

I pull back slowly, savoring the tight, wet slide of her walls gripping me as I withdraw almost entirely, leaving just the thick head of my cock pulsing inside her entrance. Her breath catches, her eyes fluttering open again to meet mine. There’s this dazed, hungry look in her gaze that makes my control slip just a little more.

And then I drive back in.

A deep thrust that sinks me into her all the way, until my hips press tight against hers and I can feel the soft slap of our bodies meeting.

“Ah—” she cries out, her back arching off the sheets, her nails raking gently down my back as the force of it sends a jolt of pleasure through both of us.

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