THE HEIR’S BRIDE

Chapter 14: Burning desire

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, his grip firm. Bianca’s lips curved into a triumphant smile as she pressed her mouth to his, the kiss igniting the flame between them. It was hungry, desperate, and for a moment, Alex let himself drown in it. Her hands tangled in his hair, her body molding to his as if they were made for this.

But even as he gave in, a part of him remained detached, watching from the shadows of his mind. This wasn’t about Bianca. It wasn’t even about him. It was about control, about silencing the chaos Elsa had stirred within him.

Bianca’s lips were warm, her breath soft against his mouth as she kissed him, slow and deliberate at first, as if coaxing him to let go. But Alex couldn’t kiss her back without fury without the storm of emotions that had been building inside him for weeks. Desire, guilt, frustration, denial, it all poured out as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.

Her fingers slid into his hair, gripping tightly as if afraid he might pull away, but Alex had no intention of retreating. Not now. Not after the walls he’d built around himself seems to be crumbling .

“Alex,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling, “I’ve been waiting for this.”

His chest heaved as he pulled back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from his kiss, and her dark eyes burned with a mixture of desire and triumph. He should stop this. He knew it. Yet when she touched him, when she looked at him, it felt like a relief from the endless war raging inside his head.

Before he could think better of it, he kissed her again, harder this time, his restraint utterly shattered. She moaned softly into his mouth, and the sound undid him.

He backed her against the edge of the desk, his hands roaming her curves as if trying to memorize every inch of her.

Her lips never left his, her kisses growing deeper, hungrier, as she ran her fingers over his chest, pushing his shirt open to reveal the hard planes of his body.

“God, Alex,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both anticipation and desire. “You’re driving me insane.”

He let out a low groan, pressing her back against the desk. His mouth moved to her neck, tasting the soft skin there as her head tilted back to give him better access. Her moans were soft at first, barely audible, but they quickly grew louder as his hands roamed over her body, tracing every curve with deliberate precision.

She tugged at his belt, her impatience evident as her fingers struggled with the buckle. He stilled her hands, his lips brushing her ear.

“Turn around,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Bianca’s eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and exhilaration. She hesitated only for a moment before obeying, sliding off the desk and turning to face away from him. Her hands braced against the smooth surface, her body arching slightly, inviting him in a way that sent his pulse racing.

Alex stepped closer, his hands sliding over her back, tracing the curve of her spine. He pushed the fabric of her dress higher, exposing more of her skin,

Her breath hitched as he slid his hands beneath her thighs, and she gasped as his fingers traced the edge of her lace underwear, teasing but not quite touching where she wanted him most.

But even now, Elsa lingered in his mind, haunting him with her absence.

This isn’t about her, he told himself. This is about right now. This is about forgetting.

Without warning, he leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. “You want this?” he asked, his voice low.

“Yes,” she breathed, her body arching into him.

That was all he needed. He slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers finding her slick , warm and ready. Her gasp filled the room as he teased her, circling her slowly, his other hand gripping her hip to keep her steady.

“Alex,” she whimpered, her voice breaking. “Please.”

He groaned, his restraint snapping as he positioned himself behind her. One hand moved to the small of her back, pressing her forward so her chest rested against the desk. The other guided himself to her entrance. He pushed into her slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her.

The sound she made , a sharp gasp followed by a low moan sent a shiver through him. She clenched around him, her body adjusting to his size, and for a moment, he stilled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. The sensation was almost too much.

“God, Elsa,” he muttered, his voice raw.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice shaky but insistent.

He didn’t. He began to move, pulling back before thrusting into her again with a deliberate force that made her cry out. The angle was perfect, her back arched , her body responding to his every movement.

Her moans filled the room, each one louder than the last, spurring him on. He drove into her harder, faster, his hands sliding up her sides to grip her waist. The desk creaked beneath them, but neither of them cared.

“Alex,” she gasped, her voice high and breathless. “Oh, God, don’t stop!”

Her words sent a surge of heat through him.

He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back

She shivered beneath him, her hands gripping the desk as if to anchor herself. He moved one hand to her hair, tangling his fingers in the soft strands as he pulled her head back slightly. Her neck arched, giving him access to the delicate skin there. He kissed her, bit her, leaving marks she’d remember long after this moment ended.

But even as his body drove into hers, his mind betrayed him. He saw Elsa’s face in flashes

No, he thought bitterly. Not now. Not tonight.

He tightened his grip on Bianca’s hips, his pace becoming almost punishing as he focused on her moans, her gasps, the way she whispered his name like a prayer. She was here. She was real. And for now, she was enough to keep Elsa at bay.

Bianca’s cries grew louder, her body trembling beneath him as she reached her climax. “Alex!” she cried, her voice breaking as she shuddered around him.

The sensation of her release pushed him over the edge. He groaned deeply, his movements becoming erratic as his release overtook him. He buried himself inside her one last time, his body tensing as he pulled out from her, his breaths ragged and uneven.

When he finally pulled back, the weight of what he’d done hit him like a punch to the gut. He stepped away, as he adjusted his pants. Bianca turned to face him, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

“Well,” she said, her voice teasing but breathless, “I’d say that was worth the wait.”