Page 41 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

He tenses, wrapping a hand around my wrist, but he doesn’t pull away from me or make me stop. His jaw clenches and through his gritted teeth he says, “Raina.” He uses a warning tone, but I know deep down he’s just pushing what he really feels away.

There’s no way we could have such a deep connection for so long and now he’s just cold inside. He may be acting distant, but I know if we connect, it’ll come crashing back. I know it like I know the sun will rise tomorrow.

“Bastian,” I purr, stroking harder, gripping him tighter. “Your dick is so hard.” I shake my head and lean forward until my forehead presses to his. He grunts and his grip on my wrist tightens, but still he doesn’t pull away. “Your baby is growing inside me. We’ve done this dozens of times. You want it… I want it… Don’t say no to me. Please…make me feel good.”

All I want is to awaken that beast of a man who consumed me from day one. He couldn’t get enough of me. He was possessed at times, so delirious with lust I’d be called to his office in the middle of the day, and we’d have sex four times that night too.

Now he’s fighting it, and I don’t get it. I am right here throwing myself at him. Why isn’t he responding?

“Stop,” he grunts, but his hips lift into my strokes, and it makes my whole body ignite. He’s losing the fight.

“Don’t do this to me tonight,” I say softly as I keep stroking him. “Take care of me, Bastian. I need you.”

He swears under his breath. “Damn it, Raina,” he growls, but his free hand grips my hip and pulls me closer. He is still trying to hold back with words, but his body is done fighting me.

Suddenly his control snaps.

He lets out a low sound and crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me like he’s been starving for it.

His hand slides into my hair, holding me in place as his tongue pushes past my lips. I moan into the kiss and keep stroking him while he devours me.

All the weeks of distance melt away in the heat of his mouth. He kisses me like he owns me, like he never stopped wanting me, and I feel the beast I missed so much finally breaking free.

He stands up, lifting me with him, and hastily spins me around and sets me on the table.

“Bastian,” I gasp, clinging to him as my hand is abruptly ripped from his erection, so fast it shocks me.

His hands are already tearing at my clothes, groping to get me naked as quickly as possible. He grabs the bottom of my sweater and rips it straight up the middle. The fabric splits apart easily and he yanks the torn pieces off my arms and throws them aside.

Cold air rushes in, kissing my skin, and his eyes go dark with lust. The groan that erupts from his chest is primal, and the way he looks at me is predatory. I shudder, arching toward him. This is exactly what I was craving.

“Look at you,” he growls, thick with hunger. “I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t shower without touching myself because you’re there, haunting me.”

Before I can catch my breath, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my slacks and panties and rips them down my legs aggressively, yanking them completely off and kicking them away. My shoes skitter along the patio, and I whimper and reach for him.

“God, Bastian, yes,” I moan, arching my back into him. He has no clue how bad I need release. How much my body aches for him, even as he turns me around and bends me over, planting my chest on the cold table and position my ass in the air.

He drops to his knees behind me and his hot mouth lands on my pussy, licking me open in long, greedy strokes. I whine as his tongue drags through my folds and circles my clit over and over.

God, it feels so good.

He eats me like a man who has been starving for weeks, sucking my clit into his mouth and flicking it hard with the tip of his tongue while my legs start to shake.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mutters against my core. “This pussy’s dripping for me.”

I push back against his face, grinding on him as I whimper and whine.

It isn’t as emotionally intimate as I want, but when two thick fingers push inside me suddenly, stretching my walls, I nearly shatter. He pumps them deep a few times, then adds a third, working me open.

“So wet for me,” he mutters. “This pussy missed me, didn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Oh god yes…”

He forces a fourth finger in, the stretch intense but so welcome after all this time, then starts fisting me, twisting his hand as he opens me wider.

His knuckles rub that perfect spot inside while his tongue keeps lashing my clit without mercy.

The pressure builds so fast I can barely breathe, coiling in my belly like a serpent ready to strike. My legs tremble harder and my hands grip the edge of the table until I’m panting and sucking in air.