Page 126 of His Forced Bride
I shove it down and free the swell of her breasts.
She arches into my touch, gasping when my palms cup her firmly.
Her nipples harden against my thumbs, and the sound that escapes her throat vibrates straight into my blood.
“Inessa,” I murmur against her lips.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes are wet and wild, the storm inside her breaking free.
I lower my mouth to her chest, taking one tight peak between my teeth, sucking until she trembles.
Her legs lock around my waist.
The desk creaks under the shift of her body as she writhes, pulling me closer.
I shove my hand between them, finding the fastening of her pants.
The button gives way under my thumb and I drag the zipper down.
“Take them off,” I order against her mouth.
She pushes up, tearing them down her hips with shaking hands.
I catch the fabric at her ankles and strip them away.
I bare myself, ready to take her, but the sight of her spread over papers and photographs makes my gut twist with disgust.
She deserves more than to be fucked where her mother’s betrayal still lingers.
I hook my hands under her thighs and lift her.
She gasps, arms flying around my neck, fingers clutching at my shirt.
Her breath hitches against my throat as I carry her the few steps across the room.
Then I lower her onto the bed, spreading her across the sheets, and the sight of her there nearly undoes me.
Blouse gaping, hair wild, skin flushed from my hands and mouth—she is undone and waiting, yet her eyes stay locked on mine as if daring me to take everything.
Her fingers clutch at my shoulders.
“Don’t stop now,” she whispers.
I strip my shirt over my head, drop it to the floor, and climb over her.
My cock drags heavily against her thigh, pulsing with need.
She arches, legs parting to pull me in.
“You’re mine, Inessa.”
Her voice breaks, but she nods.
“Then take me.”
I push into her slowly, forcing her body to take every inch until I’m buried to the hilt.
