Page 69 of Heir

Everything about this girl was mine.

She was mine.

I took in a deep breath, trying to regain my senses, but all I smelled was her. That sweet floral scent seemed to follow her wherever she went.

I ran my fingers through the soft waves of her hair, my eyes taking in her features. Though she was blond, her eyelashes were a dark brown that only drew attention to her eyes. Then there was her nose. Small and pointed, and fucking adorable.

I shook my head at myself in disgust.

Since when did I fucking think a nose was adorable?

But fuck me, it was on her.

Then there were her lips.

It was free of lipstick now, but she liked to paint them red before she went out.

It seemed to be the only dramatic makeup she wore.

Did she know her red lips only made me want to kiss her even more, until the color smeared over her skin?

My cock twitched at the thought.

I tugged on the blanket until it rested against her sternum and showed her perky tits to my gaze.

I traced my finger around one pebbled nipple, my mouth watering. I lightly pinched one and looked at her face, but she must have been tired, because she barely stirred.

She shifted slightly against me when I gave the other nipple the same treatment before letting my hand skim underneath the sheets.

I curved it over her stomach. The one thing about her she seemed to be self-conscious about.

Would she be if she knew how much I fucking loved her curves?

I let my hand drift down to her pussy. I moved it over her slit, and her mouth opened as a soft moan came out, but she didn’t wake.

I pulled on the dark pubic hair.

Like her eyebrows and eyelashes, the hair here wasn’t blonde, but a dark brown. She was obviously not groomed for sex, and though I didn’t mind, my mind conjured the image of her bare here,just for me.

Fuck.

I rubbed my fingers on her clit, and her brow furrowed, another mewling sound coming out.

I cupped her pussy.

This was mine.

I was serious when I’d said it, and I would gouge out the eyes of any bastard who would have the unfortunate luck of seeing what was mine.

I wouldn’t let that happen.

I took my hand away.

Was I really thinking about keeping her?

Could I?

Fuck, but I didn’t know.

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