Sinful Heir (The Heirs 6)

Tristan shakes his head, and when he pulls back, and his eyes meet mine, they’re light as glass. “If I lost you….”

My mouth curves into a loving smile, even though it stings. “You didn’t lose me.”

“I would’ve created hell on earth,” he admits.

Nodding, I murmur, “I know.”

His eyes lock with mine. “I killed.”

I lean forward and press a tender kiss to his mouth, and then I whisper, “And I love you for it.”

Tristan’s body shoots forward, pushing me onto my back. His mouth meets mine in a hungry kiss, and we rush to strip out of our clothes. When we’re finally naked, Tristan grabs hold of my thighs, and yanking my legs open, he thrusts hard inside me. My back arches as I let out a cry, and then I can only go with the violent wave crashing over me as Tristan takes me hard and fast.

Tristan killed for me.

He ripped a man apart for me.

He went to war for me.

As I stare into his eyes as he lays claim to my body and soul, I fall in love with him all over again.

The sound of our rushed breaths and his cock driving into me fills the air until my abdomen tightens painfully. A scream is ripped from me as an intense orgasm surges through my body.

Pleasure makes me convulse, and it only has Tristan pounding harder and faster into me until he bows back, reminding me of how hot he looked after he killed my captor. The thought makes another wave of ecstasy wash over me.

Tristan’s body shudders, and I feel his cock jerk inside me as he finds his release, his features tight and his teeth bared, looking every bit like the fierce god he is.

He continues to thrust into me as we ride the last of our orgasms, and then I murmur, “I love you, my darkness.”

Tristan pulls out, and slipping his arms under me, he lifts me as he rises to his feet. He carries me to the bathroom, and once we’re soaking in a warm bath, he presses a kiss to my bruised jaw. His voice rumbles like thunder, “I love you, my light.”

Chapter 28

TRISTAN

I got a first aid kit from Demitri, and taking a seat on the bed next to Hana, my eyes take in all the bruises on her face.

It makes me wish I could’ve taken my time killing those fuckers.

Shaking my head, I take out the ointment, and placing some on my finger, I reach for her. As gently as I possibly can, I dab the balm over the cuts on the side of her head, jaw, and bottom lip. It’s easily going to take a week to two weeks before the bruises fade from her skin.

The thought makes the darkness shudder in my chest.

Climbing off the bed, I kneel at her feet, and it fucking guts me to see how the skin around her ankle has been torn up.

They fucking shackled her like an animal.

My body shudders again, and my shoulders roll as the demon in me crawls under my skin. I’m careful not to hurt her as I dab ointment over the bruising.

Hana takes the tube from me and waits for me to sit back down next to her.

She tenderly takes care of the gash on my bicep before wrapping a bandage around it. Leaning forward, she presses a kiss to the dressing before her mouth moves to the dark bruises on my chest.

Hana climbs off the bed, and kneeling before me, she takes hold of the sweatpants I’m wearing. I lift my ass so she can pull the fabric off. Placing her hands on my thighs, she moves in between my legs. Her hands brush up until her fingers wrap around the base of my cock, and then she begins to stroke me slowly as her eyes lock with mine.

Knowing how close I came to losing her makes my body tense. I want to tuck her inside me, where no one will ever be able to get to her again.

Hana lifts herself slightly, and when her tongue twirls around the head of my cock, I jerk in her hand. I watch as she sucks me into the heat of her mouth. The sight is fucking erotic, and it feels so damn good, I brace my hands behind me on the bed and let my head fall back.

Hana cups my balls with her other hand as she begins to suck and stroke me slowly. The pace is killing me, and it takes a lot of self-control not to just grab hold of her hair and fuck her mouth.

It’s the sweetest fucking torture.

Her mouth leaves my cock, and then she murmurs. “Lie back.”

My body drops to the bed, and when the wet heat of her mouth envelops my cock again, I instinctively thrust deeper.