PASCAL'S POV
I hadn’t expected much from this transactional marriage with Kendra.
I saw two signatures on a piece of paper as a way to keep my family quiet again.
It was just a way to check out the box that said that the heir was on the way.
But this night —our first night together— had shifted something inside me.
The taste of her and the sound of her moans was too amazing.
So was the way her body shook against my mouth when she had orgasmed.
The memory of it had burned into me, into my skin and deep into my blood.
Now I looked down at her.
Kendra was sprawled across my bed with her hair messy against the pillow.
Her chest was rising and falling as she tried to catch her last breath.
My c**k was throbbing, hard and angry as it presses against the seam of my trousers.
I wan
