Forced To Marry My Cousin's Fiancé

Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Ethan broke the connection for a fraction of a second, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps against her skin. He didn’t pull away completely; his forehead rested heavily against hers, his dark eyes staring down at her with a raw, unhinged intensity that sent a fresh wave of heat through her veins.

His large hands were still clamped tightly around her waist, anchoring her firmly to his lap as if he had no intention of ever letting her go.

" Lane...," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as his hand moved over her skin, his thumb tracing along the sensitive peak of her n****e.

His lips returned to her neck, tracing a burning path down the sensitive column of her throat. Suddenly emboldened by the sheer intensity of the night, Lane attacked his neck with kisses, licks, and hungry sucks, drawing a low groan of pleasure from him. He indulged in the sensation for a few moments, his muscles tensing under her touch, before his mouth moved lower, trailing down to her chest.

"Ethan..." she breathed, her voice trembling.

"Let me taste you, Lane," he said in a raspy voice, the words a low vibration against her skin.

Instead of answering, Lane ran her fingers through his dark hair, her breath hitching in her throat. She couldn’t help but tug at the strands as his hot lips closed over one peak.

A soft moan slipped out as he suckled her breast while his other hand massaged the other, sending waves of heat through her entire body. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, completely overwhelmed, as his tongue swirled around her n****e in slow, delicious circles.

She felt every movement, her senses heightened by the quiet of the empty mansion, until he slid his hand down her body. His palm moved over the soft curve of her belly, pausing for a brief second to caress the spot where their child was growing, before sliding inside her pajamas.

Lane arched her back, a helpless gasp leaving her lips as he caressed her through her underwear. He continued to stroke her, building a tight coil of tension inside her, until he pushed the fabric aside, sliding his middle finger inside her.

"Ahh... Ethan..." she moaned, her hands tightening on his bare shoulders as he moved slowly within her.

His mouth found her lips again, cutting off her soft cries. As he fingered her, he kissed her sensually, deep and possessive, leaving no room for her to think. She moved her hips instinctively, following the rhythm of his hand, loving the intense sensation he was giving her in the dark.

"F**k, Lane!" Ethan groaned against her mouth, his control completely snapping.

To her surprise, he suddenly lifted her from his lap, his large hands anchoring her weight effortlessly as he placed her onto the kitchen island table.

"E-Ethan?" she whispered, her eyes wide, her hands reaching out to grip the edge of the smooth marble for balance.

"Stay still, Lane. I want a taste," he said, his voice raw and heavy with an unyielding command.

When she looked into his eyes, she gasped at the sight of his fiery, hungry gaze boring into her. He pulled down her pajamas and panties, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. Her face burned as he stared intently at her, but when she tried to close her legs, he caught them.

"Don’t hide it from me, Lane," he growled. With a firm grip, he spread her legs wider. Her back arched as he lowered his face between her thighs.

She immediately felt the searing movement of his lips against her core. The passion he had shown her lips was mirrored here, but with even more intensity. He pressed soft, wet kisses against her, sending waves of pleasure through her.

"Ahh..." She covered her mouth as her moans grew louder when Ethan began to nibble and suck at her c*****s. He used his tongue to explore her deeply, his mouth moving over her with hungry devotion. In the quiet kitchen, the only sounds were her shallow gasps and the wet rhythm of his tongue.

A tingling sensation built deep within her, growing stronger with every second. Sensing her proximity to the edge, Ethan moved even more sensually. Moments later, Lane cried out as her climax crashed over her. She was left breathless, draped over the table as he continued to savor her.

She felt utterly drained, but the night wasn’t over. Ethan reached up and took her hand. "Come here, Lane."

When he pulled her toward him, her eyes widened. Ethan had discarded his own pajamas. His manhood was fully exposed—hard, thick, and throbbing with need.

"Ethan?" she whispered anxiously.

"Ride me," he ordered, his voice dark and commanding.

He guided himself to her entrance, teasing her until she closed her eyes in anticipation. "Ride me," he rasped again.

She held onto his shoulders, her hand wrapping around his length. A deep moan escaped him at her touch. His eyes drifted shut and his handsome face contorted with pleasure. Finding her courage, she positioned herself above him and slowly sat down.

"F**k!" he growled.

"Ahh!" she gasped.

They moaned in unison as she took him in completely. She felt him fill her, growing even harder inside her.

"Move, Lane," he said, gripping her waist. He gave a slight upward thrust, the twitch of him inside sending a unique thrill through her. Lane began to move, her body bouncing gently as she rode him.

"F**k! Faster, Lane," he urged.

Instead of speeding up, she swayed her hips, drawing a loud, strained moan from him. She clung to him, grinding atop him as he buried himself deep. She felt as if he were reaching the very depths of her.

Ethan matched her movements, his hands steady on her hips. She felt her internal walls tighten around him. "Ahh... f**k, Lane. You’re so tight!" he choked out, fully surrendered to the rhythm of their shared heat in the quiet midnight shadows.

She held onto his shoulders, her breasts pressing against his solid chest.

"Faster, Lane."

She quickened her pace, her movements becoming more urgent. "E-Ethan..."

"Hmm?"

"I’m..."

"You’re cumming?"

She nodded. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hips rising repeatedly to meet her. "F**k! You’re pregnant," he muttered moments later, suddenly slowing his pace. He seemed worried that being too rough might harm the baby. Amidst her desire, a warmth touched her heart at his protectiveness.

Ethan swayed his hips more gently, and her nails dug into his back. The tingling built once more until Lane cried out, her second climax crashing over her. Ethan continued his rhythm, and she swayed to assist him.

"Lane!" he growled, his body stiffening as he reached his peak. She gasped softly as she felt his warmth spill into her, leaving them both breathless in the quiet kitchen.

The evening of the grand gala arrived all too quickly—the very event Aunt Catherine had been talking about for weeks.

Upstairs in the master suite, Lane sat before a gilded vanity mirror while a professional makeup artist meticulously applied the finishing touches.

Lane had originally wanted to do her own makeup, preferring a simple, familiar routine, but Aunt Catherine had strictly insisted that her personal assistant handle everything to ensure perfection.

Once the cosmetics were done, the assistant carefully unhooked a garment bag, revealing a breathtaking designer gown that Aunt Catherine had handpicked for the occasion.

She handed the dress to Lane, who carefully stepped into the luxurious fabric. As the assistant zipped it up, she took a step back and gasped aloud at how hauntingly beautiful Lane looked.

To complete the outfit, Lane slipped on a pair of elegant heels. They weren’t very high; Lane had deliberately chosen a lower, sturdier heel because she wanted to be absolutely careful for the baby.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Lane stepped out of the room and descended the grand staircase.

At the bottom of the stairs stood Ethan. He looked absolutely gorgeous, dressed in a impeccably tailored tuxedo that accentuated his broad shoulders and commanding stature.

Hearing the soft rustle of fabric, he turned around. His dark eyes locked onto Lane, tracking her slow descent. For a long moment, he simply stared at her, his expression unreadable.

When she reached the final step, Ethan held out his large hand to her. Lane hesitated for a fleeting second, her heart fluttering against her ribs, before she finally placed her smaller hand in his. His grip was warm and firm as he turned and led her out of the mansion toward his waiting car.

Looking around the quiet driveway, Lane broke the silence. "Where is Aunt Catherine?"

"She left earlier," Ethan replied, his deep voice smooth as he unlocked the vehicle.

"Dad picked her up."

As they reached the passenger side, Lane noticed that Ethan still hadn’t let go of her hand. His fingers remained tightly entwined with hers, a lingering touch that sent a soft thrill through her veins.

"You can let go now," Lane whispered softly, glancing down at their joined hands.

Ethan complied, releasing his grip without a word, and pulled open the car door for her.

Lane slid inside, and the door closed with a solid thud. The drive to the venue was completely silent, the tension in the vehicle thick but no longer entirely cold.

When they arrived at the lavishly decorated venue, Ethan stepped out of the luxury car first. Lane waited a moment, smoothing down the front of her dress, before following him out. The grand entrance of the party loomed before them, flashing with lights and murmuring with the voices of high-society guests.

Before they stepped up to the entrance, a heavy weight pressed down on Lane’s chest. She stopped walking, turning to look up at Ethan’s handsome face. "Is it okay to go in?"

Ethan lifted a brow, his dark eyes narrowing slightly at her sudden hesitation.

Lane swallowed hard, her fingers nervously gripping her clutch. "Is it okay to go in together?"

The question had been weighing heavily on her mind all evening. Ethan had never wanted their marriage to be public knowledge, keeping it strictly behind closed doors.

Even though Aunt Catherine always proudly mentioned their union and pushed for them to be seen, Ethan had never liked the idea of exposing their relationship to the world, and Lane was terrified of crossing that line.

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