Return Of The Heiress For Revenge - Chapter 370

Chapter 370: If You Ever Have Mistress 2

Nora’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of his body pressing against hers. His grip on her wrists was firm, unrelenting, but his eyes—those dark, burning eyes—held something beyond anger. Desire. Possession. A fire that made her shiver.

“I asked you a question, Nora,” his voice was husky, rough with restrained emotion. “Answer me.”

Her lips parted, but no words came out. A storm raged inside her—fear, defiance, longing—all tangled together. She should push him away, should fight back, but instead, her pulse quickened, her body betraying her mind.

He didn’t wait. With a growl, he crushed his lips to hers, seizing her mouth in a kiss so deep, so demanding, it stole her breath. His hands, though firm, softened as they moved to cup her face, tilting her head just right to deepen the kiss. His lips were hot, insistent, claiming her with every stroke of his tongue.

A whimper escaped her as she melted into him, her body arching instinctively. He groaned at her response, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her flush against him. The heat between them was unbearable, intoxicating.

His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging slightly as he kissed her harder, hungrier, as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

Nora gasped against his lips, her body trembling as he claimed her with a fierce, unrelenting hunger. His kiss was no longer just a demand—it was a promise, a possession, a force that pulled her under like a tidal wave. She couldn’t resist, couldn’t think, only felt as his hands roamed over her, exploring, worshipping.

His lips trailed from her mouth, leaving a heated path down the delicate line of her jaw. She shuddered as he reached the sensitive spot beneath her ear, his breath warm against her skin before he pressed a slow, lingering kiss there.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his fingers tightening slightly around her waist.

But she couldn’t. Her body betrayed her, arching into him as he continued his descent, his lips ghosting down her neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. His hands slid lower, pulling her impossibly closer, molding her against him as his lips traveled lower, tasting, teasing.

A soft moan escaped her, and she felt his lips curve against her skin in satisfaction. “You’re mine, Nora,” he whispered, his voice dark, possessive, reverberating through her as he trailed his lips over every inch of exposed skin, leaving her breathless, a trembling, whimpering mess beneath his touch.

Every kiss, every flick of his tongue, sent a spark of heat coursing through her veins, making her toes curl and her hands clutch at his shoulders for something—anything—to hold onto. The world spun around her, lost in the intoxicating pull of him, of this moment, of the fire he ignited inside her that she never wanted to extinguish.

Nora’s breath came in shallow gasps, her body trembling as his hands roamed over her, exploring, claiming. His lips never stopped, pressing heated kisses along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone—each one sending a fresh wave of fire coursing through her veins.

His fingers traced slow, teasing patterns along her waist, barely touching, yet igniting every nerve. He was taking his time, savoring her reactions, drawing out every tremor, every gasp.

“You feel this, don’t you?” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire, yet controlled—too controlled. “You want this as much as I do.”

She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Her only answer was the way her body arched into his touch, seeking more, needing more.

His hand slid lower, his fingertips skimming over her, setting her ablaze with every slow, deliberate stroke. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and he groaned in response, his breath warm against her neck.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his voice dark, reverent. “Completely lost in me.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her body surrendering to his touch, to the pleasure unraveling her, leaving her breathless, shaking, helpless against the storm he created inside her.

And as he continued, his name fell from her lips in a broken, desperate whisper—just the way he wanted it. And then in one swift motion, he entered her , earning a gasp from her.

Nora’s eyes widened and her soul let her body. The touch had made her hot and desired. She stared into his eyes begging for more. When he started moving, she moved her hips with him to match his rhythm.

As his name fell from her lips in a breathless, desperate whisper, a slow, satisfied smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He reveled in the way she responded to him, completely undone by his touch, lost in the fire he had kindled between them.

His gaze locked onto hers—dark, intense, unrelenting. The world around them faded, leaving only the heat between their bodies, the unspoken hunger in their eyes. He moved with purpose, his touch both possessive and reverent, as if he were memorizing every inch of her.

Nora’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper. A shudder coursed through her as she surrendered to him, their bodies falling into an unspoken rhythm, moving in perfect harmony.

His name slipped from her lips again, this time softer, needier. He answered with a deep, shuddering groan, his forehead pressing against hers as he drank in every gasp, every tremor. Their movements were slow yet intense, a dance of longing and surrender, each touch igniting a new spark, each motion drawing them closer to the edge.

Her eyes met his, and in that moment, everything else disappeared—there was only him, only this. The fire between them burned brighter, their breaths mingling and her body stiffened before shuddering into a soul shattering orgasm. He watched her coming on his fingers with reverence.

Could anyone else look so beautiful. Her splayed hair on the pillow and her warm breath. He leaned and kissed her once again.

Just when Nora thought he was done, his fingers started moving once again, earning a gasp from her. Before she could complain, he covered her mouth with his! It is going to be a long night.

And as their bodies moved in perfect unison, she knew—she was his, just as much as he was hers.

“If you exhaust me too much, I will not be able to attend the hearing, Alric. Let me go!” she begged him but he only laughed. How many times had it been since she had come on his fingers. But he did not let go at all.

“You are refusing me, yet your lips were clenching my fingers so tightly as if they did not want to let go!” He took out his fingers from her body and brought them closer to her lips. Nora looked at his wet fingers with a red face. This was not the first time she had been with a man. Yet she had never had this heat before.

She wanted more, she wanted all of him. Looking at her misty eyes filled with desire, Alric chuckled and entered his finger inside her again.

Nora gasped and sucked in a deep breath.

“Aahh! Ohhh”