Page 167 of Illicit Heir

I sneak over to my dresser, quietly open the drawer, and pull out a pair of handcuffs, knowing exactly what I want to do to her. She's lying on her stomach, so I carefully maneuver the handcuffs. I attach one to her wrist, slide it around the headboard bar, and then attach the other. She barely stirs.

Yep, she's exhausted, I think, licking my lips. I go to the end of the bed and lift the covers, sliding my hands over the backs of her calves and licking her inner thigh.

She moans and twitches.

I continue upward until I reach right between her thighs, inhaling deeply.

"Devin," she softly mumbles, still half asleep.

"Shh, angel. Daddy needs to take care of you this morning."

"What time is it?" she asks, shimmying her lower body toward my face.

Happiness fills me. I chuckle, answering, "I don't know, but it's our wedding day."

Her body stiffens. "Devin, ya can't see me. It's bad luck."

"Fuck that. We don't have bad luck, angel. Now, be a good little vixen and come for Daddy."

I flip her body, and she gasps. I move my face toward her clit, licking it, sucking it, taking it as mine.

In under a minute, she cries out, "Sweet Jesus, Devin."

I move her thigh up, slap her ass, and suck her so hard she convulses harder.

"That's my vixen," I praise, then slide my tongue up her stomach and between her cleavage before I enter her in one thrust.

She whimpers.

I push my tongue into her mouth, taking all of her, and wrap my hand around her throat.

Her eyes widen, and the flare of excitement and lust I crave lights up in their depths.

I thrust over and over into her, tightening my grip and watching her eyes. Right before she can barely kiss me back and loses all control, I cut off her air supply.

Her entire body quivers and then collapses under mine, convulsing violently. Her walls squeeze me into perfect oblivion.

I come inside her, thrusting deep, grunting, "Fuck, ya little vixen."

Her eyes roll, and I bury my face in her neck as our bodies shudder against each other, then I release my grip around her neck.

In the aftermath, I roll off her, keeping her restrained.

She wiggles her wrists, and the metal clinks. She asks, "Ya gonna unlock me?"

I grin. "No."

She arches her eyebrows, her flush growing deeper again. "No?"

I glance at the clock. "It's only five a.m. We have two more hours until you have to get up and get that pretty white dress on."

Her lips twitch. "What if it's not white?"

"What other color would it be?"

"Maybe red."

I chuckle. "I don't care what you show up in as long as you say 'I do.'" I take my index finger and trace her jawline.

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