Page 34 of His Impossible Heir

“We need to get upstairs,” he groaned, pulling out of her and grabbing tissues. That’s when it hit him. What he’d forgotten! “Amanda!” he hissed, cleaning himself off.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, grabbing a couple of tissues herself. Awkwardly, she cleaned herself up a bit, turning shyly away from him. But she smiled at him over her shoulder. Then, she realized what he was trying to say and she froze.

Spinning her around, he gripped her upper arms. “It’s okay,” he told her. “There won’t be repercussions from what we just did.”

“But…!” she gasped, looking up at him. “I’m not on birth control.”

He swallowed painfully, wishing that he didn’t have to tell her this. “I can’t get you pregnant, love,” he explained, stroking her soft skin. “I had a disease as a child. I’m not…I can’t….”

Her fingers pressed against his lips and he stopped. “That doesn’t make any difference,” she told him, heat in her words. “In fact, that makes everything…” she beamed, her eyes lighting up as she moved closer to him, pressing her breasts against his chest. “So much better!”

He laughed, wrapping his arm around her back and pulling her even closer. “Oh yeah?” he asked, unable to keep from wishing that things were different. He wanted to give Amanda everything.

She smiled and kissed his chest. “Yeah. Definitely better.” She shivered when her nipples rubbed against the soft hair of his chest. “Now, what were you saying about going upstairs?”

He chuckled and lifted her into his arms. Daniesh ignored her squeak of surprise and carried her out of the library and up the stairs. “You’re a vixen,” he growled, nipping her earlobe as he took the stairs two at a time. When they were alone in his bedroom, he tossed her onto the middle of the bed. “Now, what were you saying about never having done that before?” he asked, then stripped off his clothes, tossing them onto the floor as he watched her watching him.

“You’re beautiful!” she whispered, getting up onto her knees to get a better look.

He paused in the act of unbuttoning his dress shirt to blink at her. “I’m not beautiful,” he argued, his voice raspy. “That’s a term I would use for you.” Quickly, he shucked his slacks and boxers, coming back to her completely and gloriously nude.

Amanda gloried in his firm chest, letting her fingers dance across the muscles and the light dusting of hair. “You’re absolutely beautiful, Daniesh.” She licked her lips, then leaned in, licking him. She heard him groan, and kept exploring, fascinated by his wealth of muscles, letting her fingers stroke the warm skin. She heard a sharp hiss, then looked at her left hand to find that she’d slid her fingertips over his nipple. Looking up into his eyes, she did it again, watching his jaw tighten and his eyes drift closed for a moment. Feeling daring beyond measure, she touched him again, her other hand sliding down lower. And lower! She watched the tension build in his shoulders and the intense heat burning in those dark eyes.

At first, her touch was light, just a brush of her fingertips against that part of him. But when he inhaled sharply, lowering his forehead to hers as his hands tightened around her hips, a slow smile formed on her lips and she tightened her grip, stroking his throbbing erection with growing confidence.

He reached out to touch her chin, lifting her face to his, and he kissed her deeply. No, this wasn’t just kissing, she thought as her hand moved over him, exploring that part of him. This was ravishment. This was possession! Whatever you’d call this was utterly intoxicating and she moaned, her grip tightening, her thumb sliding sensuously over the head of his shaft, then down to grip the base tightly. She kept stroking him as they practically fed at each other’s mouths.

“'Ant tusibuni bialjunun!” he growled, then pulled away from her touch as he lifted her off her knees, flipping her onto her back.

Before she could react to this new position, he’d flipped her skirt up and spread her legs. Amanda pushed up onto her elbows, watching his face as he gazed down at her. He grinned wolfishly and leaned down, kissing her aching core before licking her pink folds and…and…and!

“Daniesh!” she screamed, arching her back, which only thrust her body more firmly against that teasing tongue. One finger moved inside of her and she nearly climaxed just from that. But the bastard pulled his mouth away, teasing her only with his finger while the cool air tickled that sensitive nub. Then his mouth was back and…!

“Don’t! Stop!” she gasped, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, tugging, and guiding his mouth as she rolled her hips underneath his ministrations. Before long, she was screaming his name as another orgasm overwhelmed her. It was too much and she pushed him away, her body throbbing with waves of intense pleasure.

“Not done!” he warned as he kissed his way higher and hooked her knees with his arms.

Amanda gasped as her body curled, her knees bending and widening as he pressed that hardness into her. She moaned, feeling a rush of tingles. Thrusting deeper and deeper, she welcomed all of him into herself, rolling her hips to take even more of him into her body. “Yes!” she sighed, arching and wrapping her legs around him again.

Daniesh’s focus narrowed to a single detail, sliding slowly out of her and then thrusting deeply into her tight, hot sheath. He could feel every damn inch of her! It felt…incredible! Even better than when he’d been inside her downstairs. Of course, that time, he’d been out of his mind with lust, needing to possess her. Needing to claim her!

After watching her work her way through the hotel, watching her roll her hips as she walked and lifting her chin as if dismissing him, then the knowing smile afterwards…he wanted her!

Yes, he knew that he couldn’t keep her forever, but for just this day, he could pretend he could. For this moment, Daniesh could pretend that this multi-faceted woman could be his,forever!

Rolling over, he brought her with him so they ended up with her astride his hips. For one beautiful moment, she looked startled, her swollen lips parting. Her glorious hair was a tousled mess. He had no idea where the wig had ended up, nor did he care.

“Like this,” he explained, gripping her hips and leaning her forward slightly. He lifted her hips up, paused, then slowly lowered her back down against his shaft, ensuring that her nub rubbed against his pubic bone. “Now you try,” he ordered, his tone harsher than he’d intended, but that couldn’t be helped.

Amanda placed her hands on his chest and lifted up, her knees braced carefully. When she lowered herself down again, her eyes fluttered closed and she gasped quietly.

“Shift forward more,” he grumbled, trying to hold back against his rising pleasure as her movements brought him even closer to that peak. Gritting his teeth, he pulled her forward even more, her beautiful breasts bouncing in front of him. He couldn’t resist the allure of those breasts and pulled her dress out of the way. One ripe, luscious nipple taunted him, so he took it into his mouth, enjoying the gasp of surprise as well as the shifting of her hips as she rode him. Every movement, every movement of her gorgeous, lush body brought him closer to climax.

He was so damn close, he laid back, reluctantly releasing her nipple so he could watch as her body slid up and down his shaft.

His fingers stroked her thighs and he had to block out the sounds of her moans. Using his thumb, Daniesh teased that nub, rubbing that bundle of nerves as she shivered. Over and over, he repeated the pattern until…she stiffened, her back arching and she pressed her hand over his thumb.

So hot! Seeing her like that, feeling her body quake, then her cries of release pushed him over the edge and he rolled her over onto her back. He pounded into her so fast and hard, he worried that he was hurting her. But he couldn’t slow down. Everything was just so…damn…perfect!

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