Page 100 of The Devil's Heir
FORTY-SEVEN
Liliana
It's just after two in the afternoon. My friends and I are sitting around the outdoor pool, getting a little sun and chit-chatting when the sliding door opens, and out walks Jarek. My smile is genuine when I see him at first, but then it slowly drops as he stalks toward me.
I can't take my eyes off his handsome face and powerful form as he closes in on us, his eyes focused solely on me. I faintly hear Fran saying something sarcastic, but my brain doesn't want to comprehend anything except the devil coming straight for me.
Jarek stops in front of me, his dark eyes smoldering as they trace my bikini-clad figure. His voice cuts through the air, deep and commanding, like thunder rolling across the sky. "Excuse us, ladies," he says, his gaze never leaving mine. "Lily and I have some catching up to do."
He then bends down and scoops me up as if I weigh nothing at all. Turning, he walks back toward the house. I can hear Heidi giggling behind us.
"What are you doing, Jarek? I thought you were going to be gone longer."
"Change of plans, but I don't want to talk about that right now."
"Oh?" I ask. My pulse races as I study his chiseled jaw with the neat, trimmed beard he always keeps. "So, what are your plans now that you're home?"
I don't need to ask. I can see it in the depths of his almost black eyes as he carries me all the way up to…hisroom? What the heck? He never takes me to his bedroom suite. It's either my room or the playroom.
"Well, if you must know, Liliana—I'mgoing to fuck your brains out, and then I'm going to give you that punishment you accused me of teasing you about, and then I'm going to fuck you some more."
My breath hitches at the crude way Jarek responds, but not because I don't like it—it's the opposite—I like it too much. I can feel my arousal starting to pool in my bikini bottoms as he slams the door to his room and carries me to his massive king-size bed.
When he lays me down, he straightens and starts to remove his jacket. I try to sit up, but he growls at me.
"Stay where you are—don't fucking move." He doesn't take his eyes off me as he discards his jacket, dress shirt, and undershirt. Jarek remains in his dress pants as he takes hold of my ankles and yanks me so my ass is at the edge of the bed.
Dropping to his knees, he pushes my bottoms to the side and dives in with his face.
"Oh God!" I cry out, surprised at how sensitive I already am.
I hear Jarek groan as he helps himself to my slick pussy. My hands go straight to his hair, and I grind against his face. Meanwhile, Jarek reaches up, pulls my top down, exposes my breasts, and plays with my nipples. He sends shock waves through me as his fingers twist and pluck at the hard pebbles.
"Oh, Jarek…please don't stop!" I moan as he sucks on my clit.
"Play with yourself while I fuck this cunt with my tongue," he orders, and I obey.
Sliding my hand from his hair to my clit, I begin rubbing it while he pulls my bottoms off before thrusting his tongue back into me. I'm not sure if it's my pregnancy hormones or if I'm actually enjoying being with Jarek, but I'm feeling the happiest I've been so far. I used to want him to hurry and end it, but not anymore. If anything, I don't want it to end.
Jarek knows how to pleasure my body, and he enjoys doing it. I enjoy him doing it as well. When that all changed, I'm unsure—the line is a bit blurry—but I hope this feeling never ends. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I really like Jarek Falcon.
"Uh… I'm going to come, Jarek…" I feel my climax building, and I don't think I can hold it back.
Jarek's hands leave my breasts, and I hear the clanking of his belt, but I don't care about that. The only thing I'm focused on is the euphoric tidal wave about to crash over me.
"Come for me, Liliana," Jarek murmurs against my opening.
There's no telling me twice as my climax crests and then crashes full force. Jarek stands and thrusts into me as my body quakes in ecstasy.
"That's it, little pauper, give me your everything," Jarek urges softly as he continues to thrust hard and deep. "Don't stop touching yourself just yet."
I rub my clit faster, tossing my head back as my body arches off the bed. Jarek holds my legs open, his large hands gripping just under my knees as my body continues to shudder and shake.
"So fucking beautiful…" I hear Jarek whisper.
Coming down from the high, I finally let my gaze drift to him. Jarek's smooth, sun-kissed skin glistens with sweat, highlighting the strength of his physique. His clenched jaw and eyes brimming with desire, are locked on me. As if he's been waiting for the sign that my orgasm has passed, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach.
"Oh my…" I pant.
