Page 49 of Scaled Daddy's Secret Heir
“Good.”
I slide my fingers into her. She arches, lets out a sound that shoots straight to my cock. I pump them slow at first, curling just right until her hips chase the motion. Her breath gets ragged.
She’s right at the edge when I stop.
She whines.
“Not yet,” I say. “You don’t come until I’m inside you.”
I line up and thrust in slow—inch by inch until I’m fully seated.
She cries out, claws gripping my shoulders. “You’re…fuck, Kalev…”
I hold still.
Let her adjust.
Then I start to move.
Hard. Deep. Possessive.
Every thrust is a statement.
Mine. Mine.Mine.
She chants my name like it’s the only word she knows.
I grab her hands, pin them above her head, lean in so our mouths are a breath apart.
“You’re not gonna forget this,” I growl. “No matter what we tell ourselves later.”
She gasps, eyes wide, lips parted. “I don’t want to.”
I kiss her again—bruising, filthy—and fuck her harder.
The bed creaks. Sweat drips from my brow. Her thighs tremble around me.
“You close?”
She nods frantically.
“Then come for me.Now.”
She breaks apart beneath me—loud, raw, beautiful.
I follow, groaning her name into the curve of her throat, sinking into her like she’s the only thing tethering me to this planet.
After, I clean us both gently. I stay close, brushing her hair from her face, letting the silence settle.
Eventually she speaks.
“That was…”
“Yeah.”
She turns her head, studies me. “Now what?”
I exhale. “Now we get our heads back in the game.”
