Page 23 of Illicit Heir

The alarm grows louder.

He lets go of my throat. He reaches for the phone, turns off the alarm, then, in a quick move, flips me onto my stomach. He spreads my thighs, slides his arm under my waist, and thrusts into me with one push.

"Jesus Christ!" I yell in a shaky voice, loving how his body fills mine.

He thrusts a few times, and everything is different but just as tempting as his mouth.

New quivers erupt within me. My walls try to grip his erection, spasming with every inch he moves.

He grabs my hand and laces his fingers through mine, then stretches my arm above my head. He murmurs in my ear, "Tell me to stay, my little vixen."

There's only one answer. My voice cracks as I desperately answer, "Stay."

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Devin

Lauren's wet body throbs against mine, driving me to the near point of insanity.

Everything about this girl's taboo. She's way too young for me. What is she? Twenty-three tops? Her blood is linked to the O'Leary's, which makes her my enemy. If she knew who I was, she'd hate me.

Yet here I am, quenching my thirst to understand why my two older brothers couldn't walk away from their O'Leary brides.

And I'm no longer confused. If their experience is half as good as mine is right now, I can't blame them.

Except I won't make their mistake.

I'm leaving this town tomorrow morning with my itch scratched. There won't be any O'Leary woman in my life long-term except my sisters-in-law, who have taken an oath to no longer have any loyalty to their bloodline. But my brothers can deal with the headaches that come with that mess.

"Devin," Lauren moans, making it harder for me to keep my current pace without ending our little rendezvous too soon.

I slow down my thrusts, bite her collarbone, and wrap my hand around the back of her neck.

"Jesus," she whimpers, her cheeks flushed, skin coated with sweat.

I mutter, "Take it like a good little vixen."

She closes her eyes, ordering, "Faster."

"Shh. I'm in charge. Your pussy's going to take me all night now that you told me to stay," I inform her, slowing it down even more.

She pins her heated gaze on mine. Her voice cracks as she pleads, "Please. Too...too slow."

I kiss her lips and pull away when her tongue flicks out of her mouth and into mine. I move to her ear and taunt, "Ya want it faster, angel?"

"Mmm..." she whines.

I glance around her small space, wishing I had the luxuries of my bedroom suite. There's not much to restrain her with, not even a headboard. But if I'm going to last longer, I need some relief.

I pull out of her and jump off the mattress.

"What—" she starts.

I tug her onto her feet and move her to the kitchenette.

"Why—" she tries again.

I spin her against the fridge.

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