Page 74 of The Secret Heir Next Door

Serena moans into my mouth, her hands running through my hair, pulling me closer. She arches her back, inviting me to take her, to claim her as mine.

And I do. I enter her, feeling her warmth envelop me. My hands grip her hips, guiding me into her as I thrust.

Serena's eyes flutter, her mouth forming an 'O' as she takes me in. I watch her face as I move inside of her, seeing the passion in her expression and the desire in her eyes.

I grind against her, feeling her body respond to me, her hips meeting mine in perfect rhythm. She wraps her legs around my waist and holds onto me tightly, her nails digging into my skin. She begins to meet my thrusts, her hips rising for each one, our bodies moving in tandem.

I feel the rush of ecstasy build within me, the urgency of my release growing stronger. I thrust harder, faster, feeling the tension in my groin tighten, knowing release is near.

She cries out and arches her back, her body trembling as she reaches her climax.

The feeling of her muscles clenching around me pushes me over the edge. I let out a primal growl, but I slow down, wanting this to last longer. I flip her over, pushing her pelvis onto the bed so that she’s flat. I enter her again, slowly at first, the sensation of it a little overwhelming.

She lets out a low moan as her fingers dig into a nearby pillow. She wiggles backward, thrusting against me.

I groan, matching her rhythm as we both build up to the edge. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me as she cries out in pleasure.

Her orgasm shakes me, and I know I'm not far behind. The sensation of her muscles clenching around me is too much, and I thrust harder and faster, feeling the release building.

I can feel her wetness coat my shaft with every thrust, her inner walls tight and velvety, wonderful around me. In this moment, I am lost to her—to us.

My hands grip her hips, pulling her back against me, meeting her thrusts. She moans loudly, her body trembling as she reaches the edge once again.

I feel my orgasm building up, the sensation of her walls clenching around me too much to handle. I start to thrust faster, harder, wanting to feel like this forever. I can already tell it's going to be overwhelming, but I don't care. Anything for her.

It hits me like a freight train, my climax washing over me in waves of pleasure. I groan out her name, clenching her hips as I thrust into her one last time before collapsing onto her, both of us panting heavily.

“Holy cow, I like angry sex,” she giggles as she rolls over.

“Was that what that was?”

“Yes, make me angry more often, please,” she teases.

“I thought the goal was not to do that.”

“We’ll work on that. Maybe we can mimic angry sex without being angry.”

I chuckle as I tug her into me. “Let’s do that instead.”

“I suppose that’s healthy.”

She puts her head on my chest, absently drawing circles on my stomach.

“I can tell my family that I lied about the engagement.”

She’s quiet for a moment, so long that I almost think she’s fallen asleep.

“You don’t have to do that,” she sighs. “If this also helps me to save my store, then I’m okay with it. Shoving your mom’s opinion up her ass is also a nice bonus.”

I chuckle as I kiss the top of her head. “I’m going to do everything I can to save your store.”

“There’s no dating anyone else. This may be a fake engagement, but there will be no room for doubt anywhere else.”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, I guess I’m your fiancé.”

I pull her in tighter.

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