Page 27 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

“Careful what you start, Raina,” I murmur, my lips brushing hers hungrily. “You keep teasing me like that and I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you right here.”

She tilts her head, that seductive smile deepening as she runs her hands up my chest. “Who says I want you to stop? You know you want more than polite conversation.” Her fingers tug at my shirt, pulling me closer while she smears another streak of whipped cream along her collarbone, offering it to me with a playful arch of her back. “Why not have both, like I said? The pie…and me.”

I groan softly at the shift in her, making my blood run hotter. This isn’t the shy woman from before.

She’s unraveling my control. My heart might just beat right out of my chest as I stoop to lick the cream off her skin, and she moans. “God…”

It makes me growl and my dick twitch, and I want more.

I dip my fingers into the strawberry pie, scooping up the sweet filling thick with cream, and spread it slowly across the swell of her breasts where the dress has slipped lower. “You have no idea what you’re asking for,” I tell her, my mouth following the trail, licking and sucking the sticky sweetness from her skin as she sighs and presses into me. “But fuck, I’ll give it to you.”

Her hands thread through my hair, holding me there while she moans. “Then take it. Lick it all off me. I want to feel your mouth everywhere tonight.”

She reaches for more dessert herself, dabbing cream onto her fingers and tracing it down my neck, leaning forward to suck it away with deliberate strokes of her tongue that make me throb against her thigh.

The heat between us only gets hotter, her seduction drawing me in deeper as I work her dress down to her waist, exposing her tits.

“You think I won’t devour you, milaya?” My mind is cluttered and confused, soft words coming from my lips I swore I’d never use on anyone else.

But Raina is driving me mad with desire.

I want more than her body, and I can’t stop myself.

“Oh I think you absolutely will, and I want it.” Her knees spread, allowing me to step between her thighs. When I lean in to kiss her deeply, the bottle of wine tips, spilling and dribbling to the floor at my feet.

But my attention is on her lips, her neck, her tits, sucking the sugary concoction off her nipples one then the other.

“God, yes,” she moans, pulling at my belt, but I push her hands away for now.

I gather another generous scoop of the pie, the juicy strawberries mixing with the fluffy topping, and trail it along the inside of her thigh, pushing the fabric of her dress higher until she’s open to me.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” I growl hungrily, and she does, her breath quickening as I smear the cool sweetness over her folds, rubbing it against her clit before leaning down to devour her.

This little minx wore no panties. Before she even walked into this room she planned to seduce me, and she has no clue what that does to my brain.

Every single rule I’ve made for myself is gone. I have no self-control. She is the epitome of everything I want in a woman and she’s offering herself to me freely.

My tongue laps at the mess, tasting the blend of dessert and her arousal, while she rocks against my face, moaning softly. “Oh god, Bastian…yes,” she gasps, her tone laced with that new daring edge. “Such a bad boy, aren’t you?”

I slide two cream-coated fingers inside her, pumping them in and out as my mouth works her clit, sucking and circling until her hips buck.

The table creaks but I keep going, lost in the way she’s yielding so completely, so boldly.

“God you eat me so good. Do you like your dessert?”

Where the hell is this coming from? I’ve unleashed a beast in her and I love it. And right now my lips are so busy I can’t respond to her, but if I could I’d praise her heavily.

She comes the first time with a shuddering, “Oh shit,” and her walls clench around my fingers as the orgasm crashes through her.

Pleasure ripples across her body in deep, pulsing waves, her thighs trembling as she gasps and moans, juices flowing and mixing with the sticky pie remnants.

I continue licking her through every aftershock, drawing it out until she’s panting and flushed, her eyes heavy with satisfaction.

But she’s far from finished, reaching for me with eager hands as I stand, unbuckling my pants myself while she watches.

“Hmmm,” she mewls, “done with dessert?” She leans back on the table, arms braced behind her as her eyes droop and her legs dangle. God, she’s intoxicating.

“Just getting started, milaya.” My dick is in my hand, stroking as she eyes me.