Sinful Heir (The Heirs 6)

“Come, Hana,” I snarl.

Her body tenses like a bow, and then I listen to the beautiful sound of her scream as she comes undone in my hold.

All the fight leaves her as my own orgasm rushes down my spine. My balls tighten, and it borders on painful as my cock begins to jerk inside her.

The pleasure is so intense that when Hana slumps against the mattress, my hips keep moving, my movements slow as I relish the last embers of ecstasy.

I tighten my hold on her again, and with my cock buried deep in her, I press gentle kisses to her shoulder. Slowly, I come down from the high, and pulling out of Hana, I move into a kneeling position behind her as I drink in the sight of the marks.

Mine.

Hana turns onto her back, and the satisfaction of seeing the blemishes on her body tastes rich on my tongue.

All. Fucking. Mine.

She moves onto her knees, and placing her palms on my jaw, she murmurs, “I needed that side of you. I needed you to claim me again.”

Knowing that she loves the darkness in me makes my lips curve up.

Hana presses a tender kiss to my mouth. “I love all of you.” Her lips keep brushing against mine. “The gentle. The loving. The dominant. The dark.” Her eyes lock on mine, and I see the unconditional love shining from them.

How can someone as pure as her, love someone as evil as me?

Hana wraps her arms around me, and she buries her face against my neck. Then I hear her whisper, “My darkness.”

My arms envelop her, and my obsession and love for her turn into something… more. Hana’s the temple I bow before. She’s the only thing I’ll ever worship.

HANA

After we’ve showered and we’re back in bed, I snuggle against Tristan, trying to get as close to him as I can.

He turns onto his side, and wrapping his arms around me, he moves his body partly over mine. I wrap my arms around his muscled back, and our legs intertwine.

Being enveloped in him, I take a deep breath of his scent and let out a satisfied sigh.

Tonight I saw the part of Tristan I feared when I saw him at the Christmas function. The danger that set off alarm bells in me. Back then, I would’ve run for the hills.

Now?

I love it. I’m addicted to it. I belong to it.

I know people will think what I have with Tristan is unhealthy, but I don’t care. Not anymore.

I should worry about what Tristan meant when he said he’s taking care of it, but I don’t. Not after what that man did to me.

Tristan lifts his head, and when his gaze meets mine, he murmurs, “What are you thinking about?”

Smiling at him, I whisper, “You. Us.”

“What about us?” he asks before his lips brush along my jaw.

“How perfect we are together.” My words earn me a smile from him.

He stares at me for a while, and pressing a kiss to the blemishes on my neck, he asks, “Are you okay?”

I know he’s referring to the marks he left on me. Tightening my hold on him, I whisper, “I am now.”

Tristan lifts his head, his mouth curving into a wicked grin. “Your darkness.”

There’s a nervous twinge in my stomach. It’s not because I’m scared of Tristan. It’s because it feels like I’m falling in love with him all over again.

He tilts his head. “What’s that look for?”

“I always knew there was something dangerous about you,” I begin to explain. “When you lost control, you changed. Your eyes became as light as glass, and you had this… murderous expression…” I shake my head, “it was intoxicating to watch.”

His gaze caresses my face. “And you’re okay with that side of me?”

Lifting my head, I press a kiss to his mouth. “My love, my darkness.” I deepen the kiss, but soon Tristan takes over, and it becomes possessive and demanding.

He lets me push him onto his back, and then I repay the favor as my teeth sink into his bottom lip. He grins against my mouth before I pull away and move down his body. When I get to his abs, I begin to suck and bite at his golden skin.

It draws a dark chuckle from Tristan as his hands grip fistfuls of my hair.

When I position my face above his hard cock, I glance up at him.

There’s a sinful smirk on his face as he watches me.

Lowering my head, I bite the base of his cock lightly. His hips thrust up, and his grip on my hair tightens.

“Fuck, yes,” he hisses.

I bite my way up to the thick head of his cock, and then I suck him into my mouth.

With a low growl, Tristan begins to thrust into my mouth, his movements hard and fast. When I gag, I feel his cock jerk. It doesn’t take long for the warm liquid to spurt down my throat, and even though I struggle to swallow, I manage to get it all down.