Return of The Alpha Heiress

Chapter 86: Richard – Fated Bond

The previously calm gaze was filled with ripples. Raw and mixed emotion was clearly visible in those beautiful eyes. Anger, disappointment, and sadness.

When I thought that I was one of the reasons why those once optimistic eyes were now dimmed, I felt like punching myself.

My hand unconsciously reached up to touch her cheek. Wiping away the tears that fell onto her soft cheek.

Her cheek was incredibly soft. As my rough fingers brushed against her skin, I was afraid I might scratch her.

Her body twitched at my touch. And her gaze suddenly changed to... longing.

At the same time, Obby threatened to push me to embrace that face, dive into that body, release the longing that had been held back all this time.

I began to smell the sweet scent of Clarissa’s body. Her pheromones kicked in.

My brain tried to resist, but suddenly... those soft lips touched mine.

Clarissa’s hands suddenly wrapped around my neck.

Deja vu.

Clarissa had been like this before. She couldn’t resist the power of our bond.

And now, she was defeated again.

I wouldn’t let Clarissa lose alone. I returned her kiss deeply. Feeling every sweet taste fill my mouth. I sucked as if afraid I wouldn’t be able to feel it again.

My hands hugged her small waist tightly. I could wrap my arm around this waist with just one hand. How could she have such a small waist?

My hands caressed her waist, then her back, then moved up to her neck.

She let out those sweet sounds, making me want to touch other parts of her and hear those sounds even louder.

Clarissa’s hands around my neck began to slip, she pushed my chest, trying to break free.

I guided her body to the long table in the middle. I laid her down there, then broke our kiss.

Lying back, I couldn’t say when her robe had hit the floor near the door. She wore a dress with a smocked neckline. It dipped low on one side, revealing her fair shoulder.

Because I had been too hasty in laying her down, her red dress had slipped, revealing her smooth thighs.

Meanwhile, Clarissa was panting as if she had just finished a marathon, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her long hair was messy. There was sweat on her forehead, causing the strands of hair on her forehead to stick there. Added to that were her half-closed eyes, red cheeks, and slightly open mouth...

She was too stunning. Beautiful, glamorous, and all the beauty in the world centered on her.

She tried to stand up. I helped her sit down and kissed her again. She tried to resist, but now I kissed her gently.

I sucked her pink lips slowly and felt everything slowly.

My hand touched her thigh. She jolted, but my hand didn’t move. I rubbed slowly with my thumb and slowly moved up while continuing to rub with my thumb.

I could feel her body trembling. When I released our kiss, her gaze had changed. There was only burning passion there, but she didn’t say a word.

My lips moved down to her neck, and there, her sweet moans escaped, unable to be held back.

Her hands no longer tried to resist but now squeezed my hair, either trying to pull it away or push it deeper.

The collar of her dress was easily lowered. I kissed her shoulder softly and then moved down to the beautiful mound that already looked tense.

Licking, sucking, nibbling that mound... Clarissa could only sigh.

No longer resisting, my right hand slipped inside her dress, caressing her flat stomach. She trembled.

When my left hand finally reached the base of her thigh, and when my thumb, which kept rubbing, touched something moist, Clarissa’s body fell backward.

I pulled away from him. He looked at me pleadingly, his hair messy and his dress disheveled.

I couldn’t possibly refuse his request. I went down on my knees and lifted his dress. A pink triangle with fringes greeted me, but what caught my attention most was the wet spot in the middle.

Gently, I removed the fabric that was blocking the view, then took off her shoes.

I lifted her legs onto the table and spread them so that the thing that kept leaking fluid was clearly visible to my eyes.

[Stop playing around!]

Clarissa sent a mind-link. She showed a pouting expression, but her eyes were still full of lust.

I chuckled softly, "Okay, if that’s what you want."

I inhaled the sweet aroma of that area for a moment, then lowered my pants, revealing the object that had been hiding.

Clarissa’s mouth turned into an O when she saw my long object.

As she requested, I immediately thrust it in. Clarissa screamed loudly. I immediately kissed her when my thing felt like it was being held back, unable to fully enter.

While kissing her, I kneaded her breasts with movements that were sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. Her screams of pain turned into moans of pleasure.

I continued to push myself in, while trying to distract her.

The hole seemed to suck me in. It slowly became narrower but also sucked me in deeper.

My mind went blank when I was completely inside her. My body moved on its own. I thrust hard.

Occasionally kissing Clarissa when she screamed. I no longer knew if she was enjoying it or in pain. But her hands were around my neck, squeezing my hair and occasionally scratching my back with her nails.

One of my hands touched the smooth back of her neck. My mouth tried to go there, to make a mark.

[Don’t!] Clarissa sent another mind-link. I turned to her and she shook her head.

While trying to resist the urge to leave a mark, to make Clarissa mine forever, I felt something at the tip, about to come out.

My Clarissa was getting tighter, sucking me in deeper.

And finally, it came out...

My breath was ragged, and so was Clarissa’s. I pulled away.

She stared at me sharply. "How could you waste it inside?!"

I kissed her eyes, which were as sharp as knives, then her rosy cheeks, then her lips, which were swollen from my sucking.

"If I didn’t do that, I wouldn’t have been able to resist leaving my mark on you," I replied.

I stroked her cheek, but she pushed my hand away fiercely. "Move!"

"Aren’t we going to continue to the next round?" I asked with a crooked smile.

She looked at me like a puppy ready to bite, so adorable. "Move! You’re heavy."

Reluctantly, I got up and smoothed her dress. "You realize we’re fated mates, right?"

"Nowadays, it’s no longer necessary to marry your fated mate," she replied coldly.

I took the triangular cloth that covered her lower body and put it on her. She seemed annoyed by my actions but said nothing.

"It’s not the time anymore, but fated mates are always compatible in bed. Don’t you want to enjoy it like we did earlier?" I glanced at her beautiful face. She was biting her lower lip, looking very tempting. I wanted to bite that lip too.

"Don’t talk nonsense!" she snapped.

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