Page 104 of Secret Heir

His mouth crashes onto mine as he backs me against the shower wall. The cool tile is a shock against my heated skin, making me gasp into his kiss.

“I’m going to worship you,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs. “I’m going to show you exactly how much I love you. How beautiful you are. How perfect.”

But instead of lifting me immediately, his hands slide between my thighs and his fingers find me slick with more than just water. He curses.

“You’re so wet for me.” His fingers circle my clit, and I gasp, my hips bucking into his hand. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes.” I can barely get the word out. “Maksim, please⁠—”

“Please what?” His fingers slide lower, teasing my entrance. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I gasp, feeling delicious heat lick inside me. “Inside me. Please.”

He slides one finger inside, then two, and I cry out at the sensation. He’s gentle but thorough, finding that spot inside me that makes my vision blur, stroking it with maddening precision.

“Like this?” he asks gently, his thumb finding my clit while his fingers work inside me. “Or do you need more?”

“More.” I’m panting now, my hands scrabbling at his shoulders. “I need all of you.”

He laughs softly before he adds a third finger, and the fullness and slight burn makes me whimper. His thumb circles my clit faster, and I can feel the orgasm building, coiling tight in my core.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his eyes alight. “I can feel you getting close. You’re so tight around my fingers. Come for me, moya. Let me watch you.”

“Not without you,” I gasp, even as my body climbs higher. “Want you inside me when I⁠—”

He withdraws his fingers, and before I can protest, he’s lifting me up. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and he positions himself at my entrance.

“Eyes on me,” he commands softly. “I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you.”

I lock my gaze with his—those stormy gray eyes dark with love and desire—and he enters me slowly. Every inch stretches me deliciously

“God, Aria.” His voice is reverent and awed. “You feel like heaven.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my head falling back against the tile. “Maksim, yes. More. Please, more.”

But he doesn’t speed up. He’s taking his time, savoring every sensation. When he’s fully seated inside me, he pauses, his forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much it scares me. You’re my entire world, Aria.”

“I love you too.” Tears mix with the water streaming down my face. “I love you. I love you.”

He smiles lovingly at me before his hips start moving in slow, deep thrusts that make me see stars. I gasp, my head falling back. Every stroke is deliberate and purposeful, designed to give me pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his lips trailing across my jaw and down my neck. “Wet and soft and mine. All mine.”

“Yours,” I gasp. “Always yours.”

His rhythm is steady and relentless with deep strokes that hit something profound inside me, and make pleasure coil tighter and tighter in my core. The hand supporting my weight shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he’s hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

“Oh god.” My nails dig into his shoulders. “Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Never.” His voice is fierce. “I’ll never stop. I’ll never stop loving you. Never stop wanting you. Never stop making you feel good.”

His thumb finds my clit and I cry out, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

“Come on my cock,” he says, his voice rough with need. “Do you hear me, moya? Come on my cock and scream. I want to know I did that. That I made you feel this good.”

The combination of his words, his touch, and the steady thrust of him inside me—it’s overwhelming. The pleasure builds higher and higher, until I’m standing on the edge of the precipice.