Page 54 of The Pakhan’s Hidden Heir

“More,” she mouths, and I will gladly oblige as soon as I get these clothes off.

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RAINA

I watch Bastian lift his head from between my thighs, his eyes locked on mine. My body still pulses from the orgasm, every muscle loose and trembling. “More,” I mouth, the word barely a sound and he stands up beside the bed without a hint of hesitation.

I thought this was done between us, that he’d had his fill of me and didn’t want me around anymore except to birth his heir, but clearly I’ve gotten under his skin.

The problem is I’m trying to work this man out of my heart and this isn’t going to help me with that.

He grips the bottom of his t-shirt and tears it over his head, ripping the fabric slightly as he discards it.

His shorts follow, shoved down and kicked off in seconds. He stands there completely bare, with a rock-hard dick and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

I sit up as much as my belly allows and yank my nightgown up and over my head, tearing one strap in my hurry to get it off.

The material lands somewhere on the floor as I slide down in bed and spread my legs to him.

I need him now, skin against skin, no barriers left.

Bastian climbs back onto the bed, guiding me onto my side with cautious hands.

He curls around my back, one arm sliding under my neck to support my head while the other wraps around to rest on my belly.

This position keeps the weight off me, lets me relax into him while still feeling every inch of him as his cock nudges my entrance from behind.

I push back against him, impatient.

“Put it in me,” I tell him, sounding whiny, but god I’ve needed this. “I need you inside.”

He groans and thrusts in, entering through my thick moisture until he’s buried deep. The fullness pulls a moan from my throat.

“Like that?” he asks against my shoulder. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Harder, Bastian. Fuck me.”

He starts moving, deep controlled thrusts that hit exactly where I need them and his hand slides lower, fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight circles. I rock back to meet every push, my body already building again.

“You’re so wet,” he mutters, hips snapping forward. “And god you’re so beautiful.”

I reach back and grip his thigh, nails digging in. “Oh god, yes.” I don’t know if I believe him or not, but the way he gets hard for me even at my size right now is arousing. It pushes buttons for me.

He speeds up, fucking me harder and faster and the angle lets him go deep without pressing on my belly. “This what you needed?” he growls. “My dick? Hm? You want my dick in you, Raina?”

I moan louder, pushing back harder. “Yes, just like that.”

His fingers work my clit faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Sweat slickens our skin where we press together.

He kisses the back of my neck then bites down lightly as he drives into me again.

“You feel perfect,” he growls. “Even tighter like this.”

The words send heat rushing through me. I clench around him, chasing the edge.

“Oh god, I’m close,” I whimper, right on the edge.

He fucks me harder, his hips slapping against my ass with every thrust but his arm stays wrapped around my belly, protective even now.