The Devil's obsession with the Heiress

Aliana couldn’t believe those words had left her lips, but at this point, she simply didn’t care anymore. Not when her body was clinging to his half-naked one like a second skin. She wanted him... needed him so badly that the slight tremors shooting down her spine refused to stop.

But Gavriel gave her no time to dwell on anything other than him. It was as though he hated the idea of her mind wandering elsewhere, even for a second. Even when those thoughts were utterly consumed by him.

A sharp gasp left her when he moved them so fast that her back was suddenly pinned against the wall of the cosy walk-in closet.

But that wasn’t all. The look in his eyes was so feral that it felt as though she were staring at the beast himself.

Her chest rose and fell in rapid succession as her breathing became increasingly uneven, as if not only her body but also her mind and emotions were being overstimulated by him.

Gavriel remained utterly silent, looming over her with those intense eyes, and Aliana couldn’t look away any more than he could.

Her heart slammed against her chest when she felt his hard, sculpted body pressed against hers. The sensation of the cold wall behind her while his scorching body against her front was inexplicable, perfectly matching exactly how Gavriel truly was.... hot and cold.

Her pupils dilated when his hands cupped her face. Then in a low and hoarse voice, he warned, "There won’t be any turning back after this."

Call her crazy, but despite all the warning signs flashing before her and the dangerous look in his eyes, she reached out with her bound, trembling hands and hooked her fingers into his waistband.

"Take me," she whispered.

And Gavriel crashed his lips against hers in a searing kiss... a kiss so deep it felt as though he were trying to merge his very soul into her.

She felt his hands roam every single inch of her body before...

Rip!

Aliana felt her nightgown sliding down her body, but his wicked mouth continued to devour her before he gripped her thighs, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist.

He came at her so hot and strong that she failed to register the moment he gripped her ass, lifting her effortlessly to elevate her before she felt the tip of something thick, hard, and hot brush against her sleek entrance.

A shudder ran through her at the sensation of it continuing to nudge her entrance, and that was when alarm bells rang in her mind as she realised what he was about to do.

He was about to take her right there while she was suspended against the wall, when it was her first time!

’Wait! Is he just planning to ram it in?!’

Panic flooded her mind when a low, predatory growl rumbled from his chest. He rubbed his length against her a little more, lubing himself with her own fluids as he prepared to enter her.

Aliana knew it was going to be bloody painful if she did not say anything, especially being taken in this position.

So she attempted to pull back from the kiss, but the devil only pressed his lips deeper against hers as he grinded his member against her sleek folds, causing a delicious friction that made her eyes roll back.

Her body grew hotter at the sensation, and she contemplated whether she should just let it happen this way since pain was going to follow either way.

With that silent submission, just as she resolved to go with the flow, a sharp cry tore from her throat.

Aliana felt the crown of his hard length push slightly past her entrance, and her body instantly stiffened under the sudden intrusion. She knew he had barely pushed through, but the sharp pain lancing through her was enough to make him go dead still.

Gavriel, on the other hand, had felt something snap inside him the moment those sweet words left her lips.

For a man who had been starving to hear those words from her, it was his ultimate undoing. He was like a beast who was finally permitted to devour the exquisite feast that had been taunting him for days. The sheer delight of her surrender caused his inner darkness, Bellarios, to hiss with excitement Gavriel had never witnessed before.

He was so consumed by the maddening taste of her mouth that he refused to waste a single second, wanting to take her right there against the wall.

On feeling her sleek, hot cavern against his length made a damned soul like him believe he could truly experience heaven like this. But just as he pushed himself barely a centimetre inside her, the sharp cry that tore from her throat jolted him out of his trance and made him go completely still.

His eyes, which had drifted closed for a few brief seconds of ecstasy, flew open. Only to find her expression twisted in pain and her features tight with distress.

Sensing the shift, he broke the kiss immediately.

A sudden, jarring thought crossed his mind: ’Did he hurt her in the throes of his own pleasure?’

Breathing hard and fast, he shifted her weight, lifting her slightly to ensure he did not accidentally push any deeper into her tight warmth.

Cupping her cheek, his thumb brushed over her skin. "Ana?" He called in a low, rough voice.

Aliana’s eyes snapped open, already bright with unshed tears. She blinked rapidly, her cheeks burning crimson under his intense scrutiny.

Swallowing hard, she was unable to hold his piercing gaze, so she lowered her eyes before whispering, "It’s just... my first."

Gavriel’s brows pulled together.

He stared at her, the words hanging in the quiet space of the closet as he processed her meaning, until the truth hit him like a clap of thunder.

In his eyes, Aliana was the most beautiful and captivating woman he had ever encountered. No matter how desperately his nature craved to be her absolute first in everything, he had never dared to give more thought to it, only to keep his own recent fluctuating emotions in check.

Since they had only recently met, Gavriel had simply assumed a woman as stunning as her had her fair share of past experiences.

But on hearing her confess so innocently did something profound to his senses.

Inside him, Bellarios stirred in feral excitement, craving to be the first and only one to claim her as his own.

Yet, with that dark thrill came a sobering wave of reality. Had he gone ahead and taken her against the wall, it would have been disastrous for her. That realisation cast a dark shadow over his expression.

Aliana, on feeling his sudden, heavy silence, lifted her eyes to look at him through her thick lashes. But that simple act was enough to make him clench his jaw tightly against the sheer impact she had on him.

Without a word, Gavriel scooped her up into his arms in one swift motion and carried her out of the closet and into the master bedroom, where the fire was lit, the lights were dim, and snow drifted outside the window.

He placed her in the centre of the bed and watched, and for a moment, taking in her beautiful, pale, shapely figure, just lay there against his dark sheets.

She was just so beautiful that it made his mouth go dry.

Before she could even draw a breath, he settled himself between her thighs and loomed over her.

His large hand slid up her neck, his fingers locking around her jaw to tilt her face up. "You should have told me that before," he murmured, his thumb stroking her lower lip.

Aliana’s pulse raced in her veins. Her mouth parted to tell him that she had tried, but he tilted his head ever so slightly, cutting off her words with his deep, tantalising voice. "But that is fine. I will just have to ready your pretty little cunt for me."

Oh, dear god.

Hearing Gavriel dirty talk to her sent a violent flutter erupting through her stomach.

Before she could recover, his nimble fingers began a slow, agonizing descent, dragging from her collarbone, over the peak of her breast, and all the way down to her weeping folds. The moment he palmed her swollen womanly place, a devastating wave of sensation rolled down to her toes, ripping a helpless moan straight from her throat.