Page 48 of After-Hours Heir

As he tortured her in the way that she had been torturing him.

Her words had nearly sent him to heaven. Or perhaps hell. It could’ve easily been hell.

He kissed his way down her body, brought his mouth between her legs and began to eat her.

He gripped her hips and looked up so that she could not pretend it wasn’t him. And he was only all too aware that it was her.

“Christos…”

He growled. “Yes. My name.”

“Christos,” she cried out.

And he felt her come apart in his arms. Felt her reach her peak.

He kissed his way back up her body, lifted her up and set her on the bed.

She began to tear at his clothes. He relished this. This animalistic desire. He didn’t think another woman had ever wanted him, not like this. Not in this personal way. This felt like it could only be about him.

And it was a high that he wanted to keep on chasing.

When she had him stripped completely bare, it was her turn to growl as she reversed their positions, bringing herself over the top of him, sitting astride his body as she moved her hands down his chest.

From his position lying on his back, he gazed up at her, looking his fill. At her round, generous breasts, her slim waist, her stomach. Which was now slightly rounded. With his child.

He moved his hands upward, spanning her waist, to the undersides of her breasts.

She arched her head backward, that red hair wild.

He had, on occasion, thought of her as unkempt. But he had been wrong.

She was fierce, ferocious and untamed. Everything he could ever want in a woman.

She would survive, he thought.

She would be the one who would live. Who would battle against all odds.

A warrior who would fight, just as he did.

She was his match.

He positioned her over him, guiding his hardened length into her body. She gasped as he slid in, inch by inch, and he gritted his teeth to stop himself from reaching his peak then and there. She was so tight. So perfect.

She began to move, her hips undulating as she found a rhythm that tormented them both.

And he felt…undone. Unraveled in a way he never had before.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her mouth dropped open, a perfect circle as she made whimpering noises of pleasure.

It was like that night, but it was new.

It was a revelation.

Because it wasn’t a confusing thing now, that it had been Sylvie all along. Of course it was.

Of course.

It had to be.