Forced To Marry My Cousin's Fiancé

Chapter 35: Chapter 35

"Ethan...."Ethan didn’t let Lane finish her words. He nibbled at her lower lip.His kiss was fierce and demanding. Lane parted her lips and Ethan slipped his tongue inside, deepening the kiss.

Her breasts were crushed against his chest and she could feel her nipples harden from the friction. She tried once again to resist , but his persistence was overwhelming.Hid tongue explored every corner with an aggressive hunger. Lane began to loose her senses as he sucked her tongue, sending jolts of pleasure through her entire body.

When Ethan bit her lower lip and shifted his hand to one of her breasts,all of her vanished. She closed her eyes allowing him to continue his bold advances. She parted her lips granting him deeper acces and Ethan wasted no time in claiming her. Lane let out a muffled moan into his mouth overwhelmed by the sensation.

Heat radiated from her skin and she felt a growing wetness between her thighs. She gasped as Ethan grabbed her breast and squeezed it firmly. He savored the test of her mouth for several minutes before trailing kisses down her neck.

Ethan buried his face in the crook of her neck. "Ethan ..." She moaned as he continued sucking, licking as if marking her as his own.

The sudden loss of his mouth on her body made Lane open her eyes. Ethan was unbuttoning his shirt. He then lowered himself , his lips trailing over her collarbone into the valley of her breasts until his mouth covered one of her aching nipples.

Lane arched her back as his tongued swirled over her nipple before he took it into his mouth. He sucked deeply drawing a long breathless moan from her. " Ahhhh...."

Ethan’s hand roamed recklessly over her body, caressing her waist and arms before sliding between her legs . When she felt him cup her center she instinctively pressed her thighs together, but the movement only trapped his hand against her. She cried as his hand rubbed against her, sending tingling shocks through her system.

She clutched at his hair and shoulder for support as he pressed against her leaving her breathless and burning. She nearly dug her nails into his skin when he began to stimulate her cl*****s. After a few sharp pinches he pushed his middle finger inside her.

"Ahhhh...." She moaned a mix of sharp sensation and pleasure hitting her all at once. " Ethan...!" She gasped at his name as his finger moved rhythmically inside her while his mouth remained busy on her breast.

Ethan helped her out of her thin nightgown. He then lowered himself so that his face was level with her most intimate area. Lane tried to pull away but his grip was iron clad. She grabbed his shoulders as he lifted one of her legs.

" Ethan..."

Again he cut her off this time by burying his face between her thighs. She held on to him tightly as his lips moved again her skin. He kissed her there passionately just as he had kissed her mouth. Her legs went weak and if he hadn’t been holding her so firmly, she would’ve collapsed.

Ethan kissed her with an urgency that suggested there was no tomorrow. She felt every sensual movement of his lips. When he sucked on her cli***** she arched her back nearly overwhelmed by the intensu6. His tongue swirled and explored bringing a heat to her body that was beyond anything she had ever felt. She hadn’t experienced it like this the first time they were together because she was drunk. Now fully sober the sensation was almost intoxicating.

His tongue grew more aggressive his face practically buried against her. He devoured her hungrily as if she were a feast. A new wave of tension began to build up inside her.

"Ethan...."

The pace became relentless . Moments later Lane cried out as a second even more powerful climax took hold of her. Ethan didn’t stop he clung to her licking and soothing her until she was left trembling breathless and completely drained.

Lane swallowed hard as she met Ethan’s piercing gaze. It felt as though he were looking right through her. Her breath hitched when he unbuckled his belt, powered the zipper and pulled it down along with his briefs. Ethan stood before her hard and throbbing with a visible primal need. Lane’s lips parted , eyes locked on him as he began to stroke himself. She watched as he grew harder and more rigid under his own touch.

She tried to retreat further onto the bed, but he caught her by the leg and pulled her back towards him.. "Ethan..." Lane whispered her heart hammering against her ribs.

Ethan didn’t say anything,he leaned and captured her lips in a searing kiss. He seized both of her hands, intertwining their fingers and pinning them firmly above her head. He kissed her with an aggressive hunger his face pressed close to her. Lane’s grip lightened when she felt his hardness rub against her wet center , sending jolts of intense pleasure through her. The sensation of his rigid length against were was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Ethan ground against her several times before positioning himself at her entrance.

He began to enter her slowly ,but his restrain quickly snapped . He surged forward burying himself deep inside her . Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Lane bit her lip. Though it wasn’t her first time the sensation was overwhelming.

Ethan went still for a moment allowing her to adjust to his size as he filled her completely.

He realesed her hands to grip her waist , kneeling over her and lifting his torso slightly.

" Ahhh..." She couldn’t help but moan as he started to move. He started with slow deliberate strocks, but bis contril6was fraying. His thrusts soon became more fast and eager.

" Fuck." He cursed. Lane saw the veins bulgi6in his neck and arms a testament to the effort he was making to restrain himself. Lane bit her lip to stiffle a loud cry but Ethan noticed. He leaned down to reclaim her lips in a fiery passionate kiss.

This time she didn’t hesitate she kissed him back with the same fire as his tongue plunged into her mouth. His hand sized her breast and he began to thrust even harder.

Lane arched her back her senses reeling . When he released her lips she buried her face in the crook of his neck, his familiar scent overwhelming her. She wrapped her arms around as he continued to drive deeper. Her walls tightened around him drawing a sharp curse from his lips as he felt her internal muscles Clench around him. It felt as though he were growing even larger and harder within her.

Ethan lifted one of her legs and continued driving deeper. Their bodies were pressed together , moving with a desperate synchronizing rhythm.

" Ahhh... Ethan..." She moaned. Unable to hold back as the sensation rose, she felt a heavy thud of him against her as he continued moving against her.

A passionate cry tore from her lips as she finally reached her climax. Before she could even recover, he shifted their positions, rolling her onto her side and settling himself behind her, he pulled her back against his muscular chest, his hand wrapped firmly around her waist and slammed back into her.

Lane clung to his arm as he thrust from behind . She felt his hot breath against the nape of her neck and gasped when he nipped at her skin . His hand reached down between her legs, roughly caressing her. The tingling intensified into a roar as he massaged her most sensitive spot.

"Ethan..." She gasped his name as the tension coiled in her stomach again.

She was startled when she heard Ethan let out a low gruesome groan. And then the name he called out.

"Ahhh... Lane..."he growled, driving himself into her with everything he had.

Lane bit her lip as the waves of pleasure crushed over her again. She cried out as she reached her peak for the third time. Moments later she felt Ethan tremble behi6her as he found his own release.

"Fuck, Lane." He growled driving himself deep one last time as she felt his warmth fill her completely.

The morning light cut through the expansive, floor-to-ceiling windows of the Blackwood executive office, casting sharp, clinical lines across the polished mahogany desk. Ethan sat rigid in his leather chair, the collar of his tailored shirt pressing against his jaw.

Externally, he looked every bit the unyielding corporate titan the city feared. Internally, his thoughts were entirely unmanaged.

A brisk knock broke the silence before his assistant stepped into the room, carrying a thick, leather-bound folder.

"The quarterly acquisition reports, Mr. Blackwood," the assistant said, stepping forward to place the documents precisely on the corner of the desk.

Ethan didn’t look up from his monitor. "Leave it there."

"Yes, sir." The assistant adjusted his cuffs, waiting a beat.

"Is there anything else?" Ethan asked, his voice clipped, dropping the temperature in the room by several degrees.

"Just a reminder, sir—you have a private luncheon appointment with the primary overseas investors at twelve-thirty. They requested the updated valuation metrics."

"Understood. Clear my schedule for thirty minutes prior."

"Right away, sir." The assistant bowed his head slightly and exited, the heavy mahogany door clicking shut behind him.

The moment the room was empty, Ethan’s focus vanished from the screen.

His eyes immediately drifted to his sleek black phone resting face down on the desk. He reached out, his long fingers hovering over the glass before picking it up.

He wanted to call Lane.

The urge was an intrusive, irritating knot in his chest. He unlocked the screen, his thumb automatically drifting toward his contacts, only to freeze as reality caught up with him. He had blocked her number. Months ago, during one of their silent, bitter standoffs, he had systematically removed her ability to reach him. The realization felt like a sudden, phantom slap.

Swallowing a curse, Ethan navigated away from her contact and dialed Clara contact.

The phone rang twice before a familiar, mature voice answered. " Hello."

"Clara," Ethan said, his voice dropping into a low, private register.

"Mr. Blackwood. Good morning. Is there something you need from the estate?"

Ethan cleared his throat, his hand tightening around the leather casing of his phone. "Has ma’am... has Lane come downstairs yet? Is she awake?"

There was a long, noticeable pause on the other end of the line. Clara had worked for the Blackwood family long enough to recognize the unprecedented nature of the inquiry. "No, sir," Clara replied carefully. "She hasn’t come down for breakfast yet."

Ethan’s brow furrowed, a sudden spike of tension tightening his shoulders. "Go check in my room. See if she’s awake."

"Right away, Mr. Blackwood. I’ll check on her immediately."

"Thank you." He hung up the phone without waiting for a goodbye, tossing the device back onto the mahogany surface.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as a heavy, suffocating wave of recollection washed over him. He knew exactly what he had done last night. He had crossed the line—obliterated it, really. He hadn’t just taken her once in the dark. He had taken her thrice.

The moment her resistance had crumbled, a dark, insatiable hunger had completely hijacked his restraint. He had been like an insatiable beast, entirely incapable of stopping, losing himself in the soft, vanilla scent of her skin and the helpless way she clung to his shoulders.

He exhaled a ragged breath, staring up at the plaster ceiling. Am I really worried about her? he questioned himself, the thought taste-testing like poison.

He was. He actually was. She was pregnant, her body fragile and changing, and he had completely thrown caution to the wind, holding nothing back in the heat of the midnight hour.

A sharp, rhythmic buzz vibrated across the wood. Ethan instantly reached for the phone. It was a text from Clara: She is awake, sir. Just getting ready for the day.

A profound sigh of relief escaped his lips, his shoulders visibly dropping as the tight knot in his chest loosened slightly. He closed his eyes, trying to force the residual heat of the memory out of his mind.

Before he could refocus on the acquisition files, the phone began to ring, the loud, piercing tone shattering his concentration. Ethan glanced at the caller ID, and the remaining warmth in his veins instantly turned to ice.

It was Aunt Rebecca. Olivia’s mother.

Ethan’s posture went entirely rigid. He stared at the flashing name for three agonizing rings before sliding his thumb across the glass to answer. He brought the phone to his ear, his corporate armor snapping perfectly back into place.

"Aunt Rebecca. Good morning."

"Ethan," Rebecca’s voice came through the speaker, elegant, familiar, and heavy with the weight of the past. "I hope I’m not interrupting your morning at the office."

"Not at all. Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine, dear," Rebecca replied, though there was a distinct, hopeful melancholy in her tone.

"I’m calling because I wanted to personally invite you over to the house for dinner tonight It’s been far too long since we’ve sat down properly, and... well, I was really hoping you’d come."

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