Return Of The Heiress For Revenge

"This is a club!" he breathed low and she smirked. "I know!" hearing the voices of the couple from another room made his eyes darkened already. He was burning with desire and the woman was offering herself to him. A shred of sanity was stopping him but she was making it irresistible as she leaned to kiss him. Her hands reached for his chest.

Roaming on it as if he belonged to her and then... going lower until she held the button of his pants and opened the zip.

A breath, a grunt, a tremor escaped his lips as she shivered with thrill, excitement and desire. Of her! She was a marvel, a beauty! Bold and confident, the way she smirked looking at him, he swore he would come then and there.

His breath hitched as her fingers brushed over him, slow and deliberate, sending sparks through every nerve ending. Alric gripped the edge of the couch, fighting the urge to surrender completely. Nora’s eyes locked onto his—confident, knowing—and she leaned closer, her breath warm against his neck.

"You’re trembling," she whispered, her voice a teasing purr.

"You’re not exactly playing fair," he managed to say, though his voice was husky with need.

Her smile deepened, fingers moving with a rhythm that was both torturous and perfect. The muffled music from the other room pulsed like a second heartbeat, but in this moment, it was only them. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, his control slipping with every passing second.

"Nora..." he warned, a plea and a prayer tangled in her name.