The Devil's obsession with the Heiress

[Music recommendation: BURY & Beneld - FEEL]

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The heat between them flared as one of his hands moved forward to cup her heavy breast, while his other hand slid lower until his fingers found her swollen nub.

He rubbed deep circles over her wet heat, causing her to throw her head back. "Oh, Gav!"

"Look at you, being so greedy for me," he rasped, planting an open-mouthed kiss on her neck while squeezing her breast, and Aliana did not hold back her moans at all, the sound echoing into the night.

"Do you want me so bad? Tell me," he hummed, releasing her heavy breast and cupping her jaw to force her to face him.

On seeing the pleasure-drowned look in her crimson eyes, Gavriel had to fight the urge to spill himself right then and there. He did not wait for her reply, crashing his lips over hers in a deep, punishing kiss, as if letting her know exactly what she was doing to him.

The hand that had been rubbing her nub moved to her ass, lifting it up slightly before connecting with her skin in a sharp slap that made her weep down below.

He pulled back, his voice a dark demand. "Answer me, baby."

He spanked her again, harder this time, striking the answer right out of her as a breathless shriek. "Yes!"

A low, sexy chuckle escaped him at the needy sound of her voice.

Tugging at her lower lip with his teeth, he warned, "Brace yourself, my beautiful wife."

Aliana’s heart galloped against her ribs at the word. She felt his thick length rubbing against her folds, coating himself in slow, delicious strokes before and without warning, he thrust deep into her, burying himself to the hilt in a single motion.

"Oh God!" she screamed out loud, her eyes rolling back as she clamped onto him tightly, and Gavriel let out a deep, pleasurable groan at complete ecstasy of being inside her again.

To say she felt incredibly good would have been far too little to describe the way her walls fluttered around him.

The urge to come undone right then and there tore at his restraint, but he locked his jaw, wrapping his arms around her to hold them both still as a light tremor rippled through their joined bodies.

Aliana, on the other hand, did not know where such strong desires were coming from.

Every inch of her felt as though it had been set on fire, and even as she took him whole, she could not help but want more of him.

For a moment, her foggy brain wondered if this was all fueled by the fact that the man behind her was now her husband, making their connection much stronger and more meaningful. Regardless, she could feel her inner harlot finally showing herself.

Without waiting for Gavriel to initiate the pace, she rolled her hips in a low grind, craving his movement. Eliciting a ragged curse from his throat. "Fuck, Ana!"

Oh, how she loved to hear him say her name in that sexy, restrained voice, telling her that she was driving him crazy.

Encouraged by the sound, she moved her hips once more before jerking back against him, moaning, "Give it to me... all of it."

That broke the final thread of his control.

Gavriel released his binding hold on her shoulders and waist, only to plant his hands firmly onto the curves of her waist as he went feral.

He drove into her with long, deep, punishing strokes that blurred with speed. The wet, scandalous friction of their coupling filled the air, drowned out only by Aliana’s high, breathless cries of pleasure.

No one would ever hear her. Gavriel had already cast a sound barrier around the west wing of the mansion, sealing them in their own private haven.

This beautiful ruin was for his eyes and ears alone, and he would kill anyone who dared try to steal even a single one of her moans.

Sometimes he slowed his pace when he saw the intensity was becoming too much for her, teasing her senses before driving back up to the absolute maximum her human body could endure.

He felt her shatter at least twice beneath his relentless rhythm, but he did not pause for either release.

Instead, he rode her straight through her orgasms, maintaining the friction until he felt yet another wave building deep within her, and this time, he chased his own finish.

Sensing another wave of release, he struck her soft ass once more. Her slick walls clamped down on him in a tight vice as she shattered for the third time, screaming his name into the open air.

Right then, he wrapped his fingers around her throat, pulling her spine flush against his chest. Holding her firmly against his frame, he thrust hard before burying himself to the hilt. Finally, he released himself into her, one of the most earth-shattering climaxes he had ever experienced, tearing through him, her name ripping from his lips in a ragged gasp.

Aliana arched high against him, her skin burning hot, and he turned her head to seal her lips with his as they both floated down from their highs.

When he pulled away, she managed to open her glossy, unfocused eyes again. He noticed they had shifted back to their usual light grey hue while her body continued to tremble.

Gavriel was certain she would pass out after such an exhausting pounding, so he slowly withdrew from her slick heat before turning her around to face him on the ledge.

Studying the flushed, gorgeous ruin of her face, he cupped her jaw with one hand and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Still breathing heavily, her chest heaving against his, Aliana lifted her weak arms and tangled them around his neck.

She leaned in, her lips brushing his as she whispered, "More."

The single word caught Gavriel off guard, and his arousal flared right back to life.

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When the morning arrived, a slight crease formed between her brows before her eyes softly fluttered open. Sunlight was already streaming through the cracks of the thick curtains, making it impossible for her to determine how much time had passed while she slept.

However, when she tried to stretch, she froze upon feeling a heavy weight wrapped around her. Her gaze darted down, and the first thing she noticed was a pair of muscular arms.

One was wrapped securely around her waist, while his other hand loosely cupped her breast. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight before something else caught her eye.

A gold band shone on his finger resting against her waist, reminding her of everything that had happened the day before.