Page 91 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek removes his hand from my face and slides it down my body until he gets to my thigh. Fisting the satin material of my gown in his hand, he inches it up slowly. I lift my ass up so he can push it up and over my hips, giving him full access to me.

He breaks our kiss once again, moving down the length of my body to settle at the apex of my thighs.

"Move your panties to the side and show me your pretty pussy, Lily. Offer it to me and I'll be sure to devour it and leave us both sated." Jarek's voice is low and gravelly.

When I pull the scrap of material to the side, a low groan escapes his lips just before he descends upon my heat. I jerk at the feel of his tongue swiping through the oversensitive area, but he wraps his arms under my thighs, bringing them around to hold me in place.

"Oh, my God…" I cry out, reaching down to entangle my hand in his hair.

He's not devouring me; he's destroying me with his mouth. With every lick and with every suck, I'm sinking farther into the depths of ecstasy. There's an inferno building deep inside of me, and the devil between my legs is the accelerant that will cause me to combust at any moment.

"Jarek… please!" I beg.

He groans some more and tightens his hold on my legs so his thumb can reach my nub while he plunges his tongue inside me. I can't take any more of the torture.

"I'm going to come, Jarek!" I pant.

He growls, sending vibrations through me, and I let go, feeding him my arousal as I convulse against his mouth. Little tremors rack my body with each lick he swipes through my folds as he laps up every drop.

"Hm…" I hum when my body returns to me, and Jarek comes up for air.

He wipes my arousal from his face while gazing lustfully at me. My eyes drop to see his throbbing length, and my core twitches to life once again at seeing it so hard. Reaching my hand out, I wrap it around him and stroke.

"Let me taste you…" I whisper, but he shakes his head.

"There's no way I'll be able to hold back. I'm too close as it is. I need to be inside you, Lily." Jarek pulls off my panties and lines himself up to my slit before looking into my eyes. "Tell me what you want, Liliana."

There's no hesitation this time as I reply, "I want you, Jarek."

He pushes forward, spearing me with his cock as he slides all the way in. I feel so full when he's inside me—so tight.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Lily," Jarek groans before pulling out slowly and then pushing back in at the same pace.

Jarek doesn't fuck me. I asked him to make love to me, and that's exactly what he does. He doesn't seem like the type to make love, so I wasn't sure what to expect. I've only ever had it one way, so feeling him slow it down the way he's doing is a whole new experience for me.

I get lost in Jarek's every thrust and with every stroke of my body. He worships every inch until I'm a quivering mess, and I come again and again. It isn't until my fourth orgasm that Jarek lets go himself, and releases his own deep inside.

No sooner do we finish than Jarek moves to my side and pulls me into his embrace. "Sleep, my sweet pauper. I will not hurt you anymore."

Another piece of the wall around my heart breaks off with his words. He didn't use my nickname as a derogatory term but one of endearment.I can handle that. Those are my last thoughts as I drift off and find sleep in the devil's embrace.

The wafting smell of bacon and eggs awakens me, and I stumble from the bed with my hand over my mouth. I run to the ensuite and fall to my knees in front of the toilet.

It's been a couple of weeks since we found out I was pregnant, and I haven't had any morning sickness. Apparently, it's finally started if the contents of last night's supper coming up is any indication.

"Are you okay, Lily?" Jarek asks worriedly as he follows me to the bathroom.

"Just a little morning sickness," I respond before heaving again.

I feel my hair being pulled out of the way and then a hand on my back, rubbing up and down while I finish emptying my stomach. I have to admit, Jarek has been very attentive to me when he's home. He calls multiple times throughout the day to ensure I'm okay and not needing anything.

He knows I have Jackson here with me in case I do, but he still checks in, and I think it's sweet. I can no longer argue that Jarek is the same old person because he's not. He's trying to make up for the past; I see it daily and in every gesture.

It's the weekend, and for some reason, he decided to bring me breakfast in bed. I feel bad that it backfired, but he still gets an A for effort.

"If you're feeling better later, I have a surprise for you," he states, kissing the back of my head.

Grabbing some toilet paper, I wipe my mouth and flush the toilet. Jarek helps me up off the floor and I turn to the sink to brush my teeth.