Page 65 of Illicit Heir

Endorphins explode everywhere within me. I shake against him, my body spasming hard. My muffled cries grow louder, and never-ending.

He declares, "Aye. Fucking aye! This is what I missed. Right here. Let it out, angel. Let it out."

And everything feels way more intense than from what I remember. I don't know how that's possible, but it does.

The intensity seems to go on and on. And then he's suddenly kissing my breasts, my stomach, and above my pussy. He dips lower, making me so dizzy I can't see anything.

I gasp out a cry and grip him, not wanting him to let me go, even though I should, until it somehow shifts. It becomes just us.

The guilt vanishes. Before I know what's happening, he flips me over on my stomach, cages his body over mine, and tugs my hips up. He licks the back of my lobe, and I shake harder. His fingers curl around the back of my neck. He mumbles, "I want all of ya, Lauren. You're mine and meant to be mine. And there's something ya haven't given me."

I don't know what he's talking about, so I turn my head and ask, "What?"

But he doesn't let me see his face. He keeps his lips on my ear and orders, "Just relax."

He thrusts back inside me several times, and I moan, "Oh, Jesus, Devin."

"I want it all, my vixen," he says. He pulls back and then puts his cock against my forbidden zone.

The hairs on my arms rise. "What are ya doing?"

"Shh," he says and pushes past the hard ridge.

"Oh God!" I cry out.

"Shh," he coos again, holding himself still with only a little bit inside me. He restates, "I need you to relax, angel. Just relax. I promise ya it'll be good."

I don't know why I believe him, but I do. I can't trust him as far as I can throw him except when it comes to manipulating my body.

He orders, "Take a few deep breaths."

I do, and he slowly begins to inch in and out of me.

A new feeling fills me. To my surprise, I like it. Just like everything else he does to me. I whimper, "Jesus Christ."

He murmurs, "I told ya, my vixen. You and me…all of it." He continues thrusting slowly, and a new wave of adrenaline hits me, giving me sensations I've never felt before.

He takes his hand, sliding it around the front of my throat, and right as I start to see stars, he squeezes my neck. And the high is so intense I convulse harder than before, arching up, but there's nowhere to go.

It's just the mattress beneath me and Devin's torso over me. The point comes where I need air, and I start to gasp. He tightens his grip, and adrenaline shoots even higher in me. I think I'm going to black out.

And it's like he knows my breaking point. He comes inside me and releases his grip so I can breathe. He loudly groans and shudders on top of me.

We both try to catch our breath. A few minutes pass, and he mumbles against my neck, "Let's go shower. I want to make ya come under the water. Plus, time is running out. I should leave before the sun rises."

Reality hits me. All this will be is another experience that's going to haunt me.

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Devin

We finish taking a shower, and I turn the water off. I grab a towel and dry Lauren off. She steps out of the shower, and I wipe the droplets of water from my own body.

She lunges toward the toilet and kneels. She heaves and throws up.

I step out of the shower and grasp her hair. I bend over and rub her back, fretting, "Angel, what's wrong?"

She continues to get sick but barely anything comes out. When her gagging stops, she wipes her mouth and slowly looks at me. Her blue eyes water, and a few tears slide down her red cheeks.

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