The Devil's obsession with the Heiress

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Before Jade could process the sensory overload, Cillian inserted two fingers deep inside her, curling them skillfully inside her, that Jade’s breathless protests were instantly drowned in another violent wave of orgasm, leaving her trembling and panting hard.

She didn’t even notice until Cillian hovered over her, crashing his mouth onto hers once again and forcing her to taste her own sweet mess.

He broke the kiss only when his tip brushed against her entrance, gliding through her sleek folds to coat himself before he growled, "So fucking wet."

Without another second of delay, he pushed forward, burying himself inside her to the hilt.

A deep groan escaped Cillian’s throat as her body clamped around him in tight, rhythmic pulses.

Jade threw her head back, screaming his name at the sheer intensity.

A strained gasp tore from her throat. "You... are... so... huge!"

Cillian let out a low, dark chuckle against her jaw, his hands tightening around her hips until his fingers dug into her skin. "You begged for this, Red... now take every single bit of me."

With that, he pulled back nearly all the way before slamming back inside, and Jade’s eyes rolled back as she reached out, tangling her bound wrists into his dark hair.

Every single thrust felt full, masterfully aimed, and devastatingly deep. Cillian quickly found her sweet spot, hitting it again and again without a shred of mercy. Driven out of her mind with pleasure, Jade wrapped her legs around his tapered waist to pull him closer.

The wet sound of skin slapping against skin, mingled with his low, pleasure-filled growls and her loud moans, echoed through the quiet halls of the mansion.

Soon her toes curled tight against his back as another powerful orgasm rocked her world, shaking her to her very core.

While Jade was still seeing stars, Cillian kissed her deeply before leaving a trail of hot kisses along her neck and collarbone before dropping his head to lick her breasts. His hands roamed down her body until his fingers gripped her waist as he rolled her onto her stomach while staying buried deep inside her the entire time, making her shudder.

Cillian continued to pepper kisses and teasing bites along her back as his velvety voice rumbled against her spine. "So fucking sexy. You’re so beautiful, Red."

His raspy praise turned her already mushy brain into putty.

Just as Jade thought he was finished, Cillian shifted onto his knees and hauled her hips up, leaving her face buried in the mattress while her bound hands stayed trapped above her head. Without warning, he pulled back before he began pounding into her with relentless force.

His pace was so hard and fast that Jade felt the air getting knocked out of her lungs.

Just when she felt it was getting to be too much for her, Cillian reached his hand underneath her body and began rubbing her sensitive nub, growling, "Come for me again, Jade."

Hearing her name spoken with such raw desire sent a fresh shockwave of electricity straight to her core, where she could feel him growing impossibly thicker inside her. He drove into her with maddening focus until her body clamped around him in a tight pulse, carrying her through her fourth consecutive climax.

Right then, Cillian released a deep groan. He pulled out just as he reached his limit, spilling his hot release across her lower back while his hands gripped her hips in a possessive hold.

With a tug, he unbound her wrists before collapsing onto the bed beside her as they both lay panting.

A few quiet minutes passed before Jade turned her head toward him.

Cillian shifted his gaze to meet hers, both of them still thoroughly flushed and slick with sweat.

Neither said a word or broke eye contact before reaching out simultaneously, pulling each other in for yet another searing kiss.

That single kiss ignited another wave of unbridled passion, but this time Jade took the lead, mounting him and taking complete control.

She rode him like no one else could.

The scandalous sound of their coupling filled the room, yet neither of them showed any signs of stopping until four in the morning.

It was as if they were trying to unleash every single frustration and restraint they had held back for so long while tiptoeing around each other.

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Morning arrived all too soon, but Aliana and Gavriel were already awake early despite going to bed late the night before.

Aliana sat in the main living room of Valentine Mansion, looking elegant in a fitted white short-sleeved top tucked into a flowing, high-waisted skirt that traced her silhouette down to the floor.

Her pale grey eyes remained fixed on her porcelain teacup as Winston filled it with hot tea, and another small sigh escaped her lips.

At the gentle sound, Winston paused in concern, silently wondering if his service had somehow displeased her.

Nearby, Gavriel glanced up from scrolling through business news on his iPad, his icy blue gaze settling on the adorable, sulky expression painted across his wife’s face.

He didn’t need to ask what was bothering her, as he was already well aware of the reason.

Last night in the study, when he pulled up the bond that tied her family to him and asked her to try to sever it, things had not gone as smoothly as she expected.

The bond was so powerful that it resisted being torn away from Gavriel, and when she tried to concentrate, her unstable powers failed to answer her call. On her third attempt, when a soft white light emitted from her palm, Gavriel felt a sharp pain shoot through his body, making Aliana stop dead in her tracks.

After that, they decided to call it a night, though her mood had remained dark ever since.

He had hoped a night of rest would lift her heavy mood, but clearly, he was mistaken.

Winston, on the other hand, unaware of what had happened, moved his concerned eyes to Gavriel.

When Gavriel simply gave him a subtle reassuring look before returning to his iPad, the butler quietly nodded and said, "Madam, your tea."

Aliana snapped out of her thoughts and accepted the cup with a soft smile. "Thank you, Winston."

Winston bowed respectfully. "Do call me should you need anything."

Once Aliana nodded, the butler quietly slipped out the door, leaving the couple alone. She took a small sip from the cup before releasing another heavy exhale.

That was when Gavriel set his screen down and looked up at his wife.

Sensing his gaze resting on her, Aliana turned and arched an eyebrow. "What?"

"That has to be the tenth sigh I’ve heard from you," Gavriel remarked softly.

When Aliana pressed her lips into a thin line, he added, "And that’s just the count for this morning."

Aliana narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you keeping count of how many times I sigh?"

"Only when I can practically see the wheels turning in your head," Gavriel murmured, picking up his teacup to take a slow sip.

"Well, what can I say... I’m concerned." She shrugged her elegant shoulders before adding, "We still don’t have a solution on how to break the curse and..." She let out another soft sigh, her brows furrowing. "...I cannot let you get hurt in the process."

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