Page 45 of The Pakhan’s Heir

I pull myself out of her mouth before the point of no return and I hold it in front of her. She leans in, letting me rub the head against her lips. She sticks out her tongue and licks it in circles, looking up at me with those deep green eyes.

“Stand up.”

She does. I grab her around her waist, sliding my cock between her legs, pressing it against her pussy.

I need for her to scream for me. To dig her nails into my back. To pull my hair. I need to make her come so hard that we both forget what happened tonight.

Her hands are pressed against my chest and she wraps one leg around mine, opening up and rocking her hips as she grinds on my cock. She kisses my chest, taking little nips here and there.

“Fuck me,” she murmurs. “Please. Give me everything you’ve got. I can handle it.”

I lift her up in my arms, sliding her pussy down onto my cock as she wraps her legs around me. I press her against the wall of the shower, bracing her as I fuck her. Low, guttural moans erupt out of me with every thrust.

“You feel so good wrapped around my dick,” I growl in her ear.

Her moans turn rough as grab her thighs and lift them higher, fucking her hard and deep.

“My king,” she moans louder and I feel the walls tighten even more. “Fuck me. Hard… harder…”

Her thighs are shivering against my waist so I know she’s going to come soon. I slow down, rotating my hips while she holds into me for dear life, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her hands move up to the nape of my neck and into my hair and her mouth finds mine.

Tasting her lips, her tongue, all of it in this kiss makes me want her so much more. I start thrusting hard again and she moans in my mouth, nails raking across the back of my neck.

All sense of control is gone and I’m swimming in her body. The warm water of the shower rains down on us both as her pussy starts to twitch in time with a coming orgasm.

We explode together and she locks her ankles around me, burying her face in my neck.

I hold her against the wall for a moment, our hearts beating in time with one another as the water starts to turn cool. I go to pull away and she pulls me back, kissing me, biting my bottom lip hungrily.

“Please,” she begs me. “Again? Please.”

The little nips turn to a kiss once more, deep and long. I let her down and turn her around, taking her from the back as the water runs over our bodies.

It doesn’t matter. I could fuck her in the rain, in the sun, wherever. Whenever. Not a thing has made any fucking sense all day until now. Somehow, she’s made it right again.

Golden sunlight comes in through the curtains, landing on her skin, sending a glow around her red hair as she rides me. My hands are on her tits, fingers squeezing her nipples.

I can feel how close she is and I’m right there with her. I don’t want this to end. I could just stay here fucking her for the rest of my life.

“Oh, God.” She throws her head back and we come together, crashing like waves against each other.

Somewhere along the way, we ended up in my bed having sex until this very moment. And now that she’s come again, she goes limp on top of me, curling up in my arms as I roll her over, kissing her gently.

I want more of her, but my body is betraying me. I have to lie back, catch my breath. She curls up next to me, her head resting on my chest. And here we stay, dozing as the world turns without us outside my window. After a little while, I feel her finger slowly tracing one of my tattoos. I don’t know how close to sleep she is, but I’m still very much awake.

The warmth of our afterglow surrounds me, tempting me to let go of everything as I’m lulled into sleep. But my mind isn’t ready. It’s still replaying the events of last night. No matter how long I lie here, no matter how many times we make love, my father will still be dead. I will still have to deal with the fallout from that.

“What happens now?” she whispers suddenly.

“Hmm?”

She turns her head up to me. “It’s tomorrow, Alex. What happens now?”

I take a breath. I don’t know that I’m ready to talk about what happens next in any regard, but I start practically. “A Pakhan has died,” I say. “If no one challenges me, I’ll be expected to step up and take his place. After I handle his affairs, figure out where he was financially and who gets what. I’ll have to find his will. I know he’s kept one. Then I’ll need to turn to the brotherhood. I’ll have to gather everyone together. The other brigadiers, the boeviks, the sixes⁠—”

“That’s not what I mean,” she says just as softly. “Well, it’s not all that I mean. What happens next for us?”

“Me and you?”