Defiant Heir (The Heirs 3)

I lift my eyes to his, and my throat closes as I say, “Please don’t hurt me again.”

“Never.” His eyes caress my face, and there’s only love shining from them. “I promise.”

“It’s so frightening how much power you have,” I admit my biggest fear to him. “You control my happiness.”

Kao kisses me again. “I’ll protect you every day of my life, even from myself.”KAOHaving Fallon be so honest with me about her feelings only makes me feel more protective of her. Control is everything to her. Knowing she’s laying her future happiness in my hands is a task I take seriously.

I brush my fingers over her hair and press another quick kiss to her mouth. Pulling an inch apart, it feels like we’re caught in our own little world.

My hand moves to her cheek, and my fingertips carefully caress her scars. I can feel the raised skin unevenly stretching all the way from her cheek down to her collar bone.

When she squirms under my touch, I whisper, “I love you, Fallon.”

I hear her breath hitch, and then she buries her face under my chin. Her voice sounds fragile as she says, “It looks like my face and neck shattered.” A soft sob bursts over my chest, and I wrap her tightly against me. “It’s red and… all angry.”

I push Fallon onto her back and pull her face away from my chest. Using my thumbs, I brush the tears I feel on her cheeks away. “You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” Leaning down, I caress every scar with my lips.

I know I’ll have to keep reminding her they don’t matter to me, and I’ll do it a million times a day if that’s what she needs.

“I…” she hesitates before she admits, “I don’t feel like a woman anymore.”

Christ.

“Fallon,” I breathe, shocked by how acutely the scars are affecting her. I position my body over hers, and the moment my pelvis presses against the gap between her legs, my cock reacts. I rest my forearms on either side of her head and press a tender kiss to her quivering lips. “Can you feel me?”

“Yeah,” she whispers.

“Trust me when I say, you’re a breathtakingly beautiful woman.” I press my cock harder against her, and I feel a burst of pleasure. “It’s only because I know you need time that I’m not ripping your clothes off right now.”

She hesitates, but sucking in a deep breath, she asks, “Do you really want me like that?”

“Are you asking whether I want to make love to you?” I ask to clarify, my eyes locked on hers. I rub my cock against her and lean closer until our breaths mix. “Cause the answer is an absolute, I’m aching to be inside you, yes.”

It’s becoming increasingly difficult not to give in to my desire for her. I want our first time together to be special, but God, my hands are itching to explore her.

Fallon lifts her head, and her mouth crashes against mine. Her kiss grows with urgency, and I let her have all the control, knowing how much it means to her.

Unable to keep still, I slip my left hand down to her hip and begin to slowly thrust against her.

Fuck, I’m going to explode in my sweatpants if we keep going down this path.

I tilt my head as our tongues hungrily stroke against each other. With almost zero self-control left, my hand slips under her cashmere sweater, and I caress the stretch of skin beneath her ribs.

She’s silky smooth, and I can feel her body heat increasing as our mouths devour each other.

My cock thrusts hard against her, and the pleasure is so intense it makes lights burst behind my eyelids. Breaking the kiss, I gasp for air. “God, Fallon. You’re making me see lights.”

“What? Really?” she asks, excitement coloring her voice.

I nod, a wide smile spreading over my face. “If we don’t stop now, I’m going to lose control,” I warn her, not wanting to push her too fast.

Fallon lifts her hand to my cheek, and her touch is tender. I can picture her eyes turning to liquid gold as she says, “I need you, Kao. Haven’t we waited long enough?”

Hearing her say those words to me restores some of my manhood I’ve lost due to my independence being almost non-existent. I don’t feel totally useless anymore. Loving Fallon gives me a purpose, and if that’s all I’ll ever be good for, I’ll die a happy man.

But then I start to think of the technical part of sex. “We have a small problem, though.”

Fallon’s voice is cautious as she asks, “What?”

I let out an embarrassed chuckle. “The condom. You’ll have to help me put it on. That’s the last thing we want to screw up.”

This is not the conversation I wanted to have with her right before we make love for the first time.