Return Of The Heiress For Revenge - Chapter 486

Chapter 486: Pleasure And Desire
Only a word was needed, Alric reached for the knot of the robe she had worn hurriedly when he pulled her out of his bed.

“You know how hard it was to stop when you laid there naked! You would kill me someday!” She reached for his shirt and pulled it hard too.

Pouting when she was not strong enough to tear it apart like he did. He smirked and pulled his own shirt.

The buttons fell on the ground and he removed the shirt and threw it on the ground. And then he came for her lips like a starving animal finally saw meat.

Nora’s fingers threaded through his hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss. When his hands slid lower and gripped her thighs, she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him lift her onto the desk.

The old wood creaked softly under her, the flickering firelight dancing over his skin as he stepped between her legs. His kisses trailed lower—along her jaw, the curve of her throat, to the hollow just above her heart. He tasted her like he was savoring something long denied.

And then—his hands shifted, firm and sure, guiding her gently to turn. She hesitated for only a breath, then braced her palms against the desk. The sensation sent a thrill through her. He bent her a little. Her sensitive breasts were groped on the cold wood leaving a sudden down her spin.

“Do you remember that I asked about your style?” he stared at her, marvelled. He still could not believe she was leaning on his study table and he was going to take her from behind. “I want to try all of them on you. And for the start, I want to take you from behind.”

He leaned in close behind her, one hand caressing the small of her back, the other brushing the hair from her neck as he kissed her there—slow and reverent.

“But if you refuse, I will let you go.” he ran a hand on her spine and she shivered again, his voice low and rough against her skin.

She nodded, her voice breathless. “Yes. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

His hands moved along her sides, grounding her in sensation as his hips pressed against her. When he finally entered her, it was slow—achingly slow—like he wanted her to feel every inch of what he couldn’t put into words.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, her body arching toward him. His hand found her waist, holding her firmly, setting a rhythm that was deliberate, intimate, and utterly consuming.

His lips returned to her neck, kissing her, biting her and then licking away the pain. He would leave as many marks as he could. His hands reached for her breasts and started playing with them, moulding them and pinching her nipples.

Nora held the table from both sides, struggling to keep herself there. His touch, his kiss, his bites and the fact that she was lying on his table. Waiting for him to take her made all this overwhelming.

Her whole body was on fire, she was losing touch.

She moaned, breath catching each time he moved—each time he pulled her back to him with that quiet, burning need. His fingers tangled with hers on the desk when she was about to fall.

Her knuckles whitened against the desk as his grip tightened around her fingers, anchoring her while he thrust deeper, slower—each movement sending a delicious tremor through her body. The rhythm between them was no longer just physical—it was primal, emotional, as though their very souls were pulling toward each other in the dark.

Alric’s breath was hot against her ear as he whispered, “You feel like heaven… like I’ve waited a lifetime for this.”

His voice was ragged, nearly breaking as he moved within her, his control slipping with every gasp that escaped her lips. He leaned further in, his chest brushing against her back, and she arched instinctively to take more of him. Her body answered him without thought—just need, just ache, just fire.

“Alric…” she breathed, his name a plea, a prayer, a promise.

He turned her face just enough to steal another kiss—deep and messy and full of everything they’d never said. His hips moved faster now, chasing the release that coiled between them like a storm about to break.

“I’m close,” she whispered, trembling beneath him, every muscle taut with sensation.

“Then come for me,” he growled, his hand slipping down between her thighs to guide her there. The moment his fingers found her, her body arched, cried out, and fell apart in his arms.

She shattered like glass beneath his hands, and that was all it took for him to follow. He buried himself deeper, moaning her name against her skin as he spilled inside her, every ounce of restraint vanishing in the wake of their shared ecstasy. He did not come out, but waited just like that, until she looked back at him. He pulled her in his arms and sat on the chair. She curled in his arms and leaned on his chest.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breaths and the crackle of the fire. Her body melted into his sweat-slick and sated, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close.

He kissed her shoulder softly, tenderly this time.

“I love you, Nora Stone.” he whispered softly and she sighed. A blissful smile appeared on her lips.

“Then take me every night. I could never have enough of it, enough of you.” she did not shy as she looked into his eyes surprising him again.

He pulled their entwined hands to his lips and kissed her softly.

“You meant everything to me, nora! I will take you as many times as you want all around this house. So that no matter where you look you can only think about me inside you and you writhing with pleasure and desire.”