Page 179 of Heir

The tears I tried so hard to contain fell. I wasn’t usually so emotional.

“Got you,” I said wetly.

He kissed me, and I felt a stirring of arousal hit me.

We hadn’t slept together in three long days.

And I missed him so badly. I wanted him so badly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer so he was covering me. He lowered me flat on the mattress, his weight a welcome reprieve from my days of turmoil.

“Kai,” I moaned when he pulled away. “Make love to me.”

He hummed against me, his hands moving across the skin on my body, from the outside of my thighs to my stomach, up to my breasts. He weighed each one with his large hands, pulling on my nipples teasingly before drifting back down again.

He helped me remove my shirt and panties.

I helped him remove his boxer briefs.

He kept his eyes on me as he spread my legs and crawled between them.

Without looking away, he impaled me deeply, slowly, with his cock. My head tilted back, my back arching at the fullness of him inside me.

He played with my nipple as his mouth attached to my neck, sucking on it.

The bite mark he’d left on my shoulder was almost fading.

I rubbed my foot up and down his legs. “Kai, mark me.”

His body jerked against me when he heard, and the sucking motion he was making with his mouth turned into biting.

He bit harder on my skin until it hurt.

My skin hummed with awareness, and he moved his hips, pulling out of me until only the tip of him remained buried inside me, then he pushed back inside roughly.

I opened my mouth and screamed from both the pain of the bite and the pleasure of him fucking me.

He kept a slow, steady,hardpace, then leaned back to assess his handiwork on my neck.

The mark drove him wild, and he rocked against me harder, his thrusts moving in quick, broken succession.

Black dots danced across my eyes as I tried to take both the pain and the pleasure.

He was relentless. Brutal.

He pinched my nipples until I looked at him, and only after I focused my gaze on him did he slow down.

He made love to me.

“I love you,” he said in between thrusts. “I fucking love you. I love you in every way possible. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I knew why he was repeating it. He wanted to make sure there was no doubt left in me that he loved me.

I fucking loved him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his chest when I felt I was close.

His hand moved between us, and he played with my clit.

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