Page 107 of Blood Heir

When he finally bottoms out, buried completely, I can feel him pressing against that spot deep inside—the one that makes my breath catch and my vision blur for a moment.

A flood of fresh arousal coats him, and I feel myself growing wetter, the slippery glide of him inside me sending afresh wave of heat through my belly. My hips move on their own, rolling back into him, greedy for more.

His grip tightens on my waist, fingertips digging into my skin as he lets out a strangled groan.

I rock back against him again, emboldened by the sounds escaping him, the thickness of him stroking every sensitive inch inside me.

His thrusts stay slow and steady, but his hunger grows, pouring out through his hands as they begin to roam. One hand glides up the slope of my waist, over my ribcage, and then slips beneath the thin fabric of my bra. His fingers close around my breast, warm and possessive, his thumb brushing over my hardened nipple. The sensation pulls a sharp gasp from me, my body arching back into him as he continues to drive into me with deep, unhurried strokes.

His other hand finds my second breast, palming it as he rocks into me, each thrust sending fresh waves of pleasure radiating through my body.

I moan, my head tipping back against his shoulder, completely lost in the overwhelming sensation of being filled, touched, and worshipped all at once. My nipples ache beneath his touch as his fingers tease and roll them, his cock dragging against that sweet, swollen spot deep inside me with every slow push.

And then, without warning, he pulls out—the sudden emptiness making me whimper with need. But before I can speak, I turn, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me toward the bed, our bodies flushed and desperate.

His eyes burn with want as he follows, letting himself be led, his breath ragged, chest rising and falling with hunger. Ipush him gently back onto the mattress, watching him sink into the soft sheets, his cock standing tall and glistening between his thighs.

I climb over him, straddling his hips, my thighs wide as I position myself just above him. We hold each other's gaze, breathless, hearts pounding in sync. My hand wraps around his length, guiding him to my entrance, the thick head nudging against my slick folds. I lower myself slowly, gasping as he fills me again—inch by inch—until he’s buried deep, stretching me fully, perfectly.

“Fee,” he groans, head falling back for a moment before his eyes snap back to mine. His hands find my hips, gripping tight as I begin to move, rocking my hips in delicious circles, savoring the deep fullness.

Leaning forward, I capture his mouth in a hungry kiss, our tongues meeting as my hips roll over him, drawing moans from both of us. As our mouths tangle, my hands move to his chest, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. One by one, I undo them, exposing his warm skin beneath, running my palms across the hard planes of his chest.

His arms wrap tightly around my back, pulling me even closer as I ride him, my breasts pressing against his bare chest, nipples brushing his skin with every movement. He thrusts up into me now, matching my rhythm, his hands roaming up my spine, holding me as if he can't bear even an inch of distance between us.

“You drive me crazy,” he pants against my lips, voice breaking with raw need.

Still straddling him, my hands thread through his hair, guiding his head lower. His eyes darken, understanding mysilent command. As I arch my back slightly, I bring my breast closer to his waiting mouth, my nipple brushing his lips.

“Take me,” I whisper, breathless.

With a low groan, he opens his mouth and draws my nipple inside, sucking gently at first, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. My lips part in a soft cry as a bolt of pleasure shoots straight through me, deepening the heat already coiling low in my belly.

He sucks harder, greedily now, his tongue swirling as his hands grip my waist, holding me firmly while I ride him. Each time I grind my hips down, I feel him filling me completely, his thick length pressing against every swollen, sensitive place inside me. The steady drag of him stroking my walls, combined with the wet heat of his mouth on my breast, sends my body spiraling closer to the edge.

My hips roll faster, more desperately now, chasing the growing tension that burns hotter with every stroke. He groans against my skin, the vibrations from his mouth making my nipple pebble harder under his attention, sending shivers down my spine.

He releases my breast with a wet pop, his eyes hooded, pupils blown wide with lust. “You’re so fucking perfect like this,” he rasps, his voice rough as his hands tighten around my hips, helping guide my movements, thrusting up into me as I ride him harder.

The slick sounds of our bodies meeting fill the air, my arousal coating him as I grind down and swirl my hips, taking him as deep as my body will allow. My thighs tremble with the effort, but the overwhelming pleasure drives me forward, building faster, hotter, closer.

I love him. Oh, I love him so damn much.

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The garden is breathtaking. The warm gold of the late afternoon sun spills across the estate grounds like honey, brushing the white roses, glinting off crystal glasses, and illuminating the long silk ribbons tied to the polished white chairs. A soft breeze whispers through the tall hedges, carrying the delicate scent of roses and freshly baked pastries.

The fountain in the center of the garden hums quietly, its cascading water sparkling under the light like thousands of tiny diamonds. Even after everything we’ve survived, this place still manages to feel like a dream.

I sit, my hands clasped neatly in my lap, my honey-colored bridesmaid gown hugging my frame. The silk feels soft against my skin, but my stomach still knots in a way that fabric can’t soothe. I glance sideways and catch Serevin watching me. His lips curve faintly, that familiar, knowing smile tugging at the corner. His dark eyes hold me there, and I swallow softly, my chest tightening.

It’s been two years, yet sometimes, I still feel like I’m walking through someone else’s life. I never fully got back to who I was before everything, and I admit, I wonder who she truly was.

At the altar, Emilia glows. The ivory lace of her wedding gown shimmers under the sun. The fitted bodice flares into a sweeping train, and the delicate crystals stitched into her veil glitter like falling stars as she turns her head toward Cassian.

Cassian gazes at her with wide eyes and a soft smile that I never thought I’d see on his usually sarcastic face. His thumb strokes the back of her hand as if he’s grounding himself, andshe lets out a nervous breath, blinking up at him like he’s her entire world.

The officiant's voice carries across the lawn.

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