Page 48 of Scaled Daddy's Secret Heir
I take her mouth hard. No finesse. No buildup. Just heat and teeth and tongue. She moans into it—high and sharp—and I feel it in my spine.
My other hand grips her hip, pulls her flush. I’m already hard, and she’s already pressing against me like she wants to feel every inch.
“This what you’ve been waiting for?” I growl against her mouth.
She nods. Breathless.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” Her voice is hoarse. “Kalev, yes.”
That’s all I need.
I lift her. She gasps, legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I carry her back to the cot. I lay her down, looming over her. Hands planted on either side of her head.
“You want this?” I ask.
She nods again.
“I said—say it.”
“I want you. All of you.”
Good girl.
I pull her boots off first, then her pants. No slow tease. I strip her fast, rough but careful, until she’s laid out bare and panting.
Her skin is flushed. Her nipples tight, chest rising and falling fast. My eyes rake down her body. Every part of her mine to see, mine to taste.
I unbuckle my belt, yank my shirt off.
Her eyes widen when she sees me fully.
I smirk. “Don’t get shy now.”
She licks her lips. “Not shy. Just—impressed.”
I grab her thighs, drag her to the edge of the bed. Her breath stutters.
“You wet for me already?”
She nods, cheeks coloring.
I slide two fingers between her legs. She’s drenched.
“Fuck, Leah,” I murmur, voice low and dangerous. “You been thinking about this? About me?”
“Every night.”
“You touch yourself thinking about me?”
She doesn’t answer.
I slap her inner thigh—not hard, just enough to make her jolt.
“Answer me.”
“Yes!”
