Winning the Heir Who Bullied Me novel Chapter 141

Winning the Heir Who Bullied Me

Chapter 141

athan was my first sexual experience, and so far, I thought I’d experienced all there was to pleasure.

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But I’m learning it’s not one–dimensional. It’s layered–peel one back, and there’s another, full of intricacies. Nuances. It’s a whole damn

universe of sensation.

it’s hard to explain–most likely because my brain cells have taken prompt leave–but I feel it in the way Nathan’s kiss sears my mouth, melting me like butter on a griddle. I feel it in the way he grips my waist like a bear trap you could only escape by chewing your leg off.

His hold is possessive, anchoring, a little wild, and I sense that ferality that Lucas possesses, but with it comes the grounding assurance that Nathan would never hurt me.

And I feel that, too, when his hands slide up my body, touching me like I’m something rare, precious, a treasure.

My hands slide up under his shirt, tracing the carved lines of his muscle under the warmth of his skin, and his entire body trembles under my touch, like I’ve undone something inside him.

He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine, ragged breaths fanning my lips.

“April.” He says my name like a desperate plea.

“I’m here,” I whisper, running my thumb over his swollen lips.

He closes his eyes, and his lips part, drawing my finger into his mouth. That action, as mundane as it seems, sends a painful stab of need straight through me.

He leans in, and my thumb slips from his mouth as he presses a kiss to the side of my mouth. His lips burn a trail from my lips to my jaw to the hollow just below my ear. I gasp when he bites on the sensitive part of my lobe, sending tiny jolts of electricity up and down my spine.

“You smell so good,” he murmurs against my skin, and I whimper when his tongue flicks out and licks the dip in my collarbone.

Desire is a live, writhing thing inside me, consuming my organs, scorching my blood, threatening to destroy me from within if I don’t

satiate it.

I tug at the hem of his shirt, and he pulls back just enough for me to slip it over his head. I let my hands roam the broad expanse of his shoulders, feeling his tense muscles loosen underneath my touch.

The need to be skin–to–skin is almost painful, and my hands fly to the back of my dress.

Nathan’s fingers drum slightly on my waist as I struggle to work the complicated network of straps and buttons holding it together.

“Need help?” he pants. His voice is rough with barely restrained control, and I want nothing more than to unravel it.

I move up from his lap, spinning on my knees and presenting my back to him. “Have at it,” I exhale.

He brushes my hair over my shoulder, and I shudder at the featherlight touch of his fingers.

A sudden rush of cold air kisses my back, raising goosebumps across my skin as the straps slip and the buttons of my dress come undone,

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but then Nathan presses a hot kiss to the top of my spine, and my blood immediately bolls over.

Gently, almost hesitantly, he pulls the straps of my dress down my shoulders, and I let my arms fall so the material can slip down my body, pooling at my waist.

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He wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against him. His heartbeat pounds against my spine, steady and fierce, and my head falls back to his shoulder as his lips brush the curve of mine.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs against my skin.

My breaths come out in harsh, ragged spurts. “I’m not-”

I gasp sharply when he grabs my breasts, one in each hand, and squeezes gently.

“Yeah,” he kisses my neck-“you are.”

I’m too busy struggling to breathe to answer. He rolls my nipples between his fingers till they’re elongated peaks, sharp enough to cut through wood.

I writhe against his touch, restless against the chaotic bundle of nerves my body has become.

And just when I think I’ve reached my peak, when I think I couldn’t possibly be more turned–on than I am right now, Nathan’s right hand slips down my body, past the plane of my stomach to the quivering tension between my legs, and I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my yelp.

Nathan chuckles against me, and the sound reverberates throughout my entire body. “The room is soundproof, you know? You can scream as loud as you want.”

I summon just enough presence of mind to look at him over my shoulder and give him a breathless smile. “Is that a promise?”

The next thing I know, the world is tipping on its axis, and Nathan has one arm under my knees, the other braced on my back as he carries me to his bed.

He lowers me onto the heavenly mattress with the delicacy of someone laying down a baby. The bed dips again as he climbs in, bracing himself on his forearms as he hovers over me.

My sensitive nipples graze against his chest as he kisses me, long and hard and searing.

He pulls back, trailing scorching kisses down my body–along my neck, into the hollow between my collarbones, down the valley between my breasts, across the smooth planes of my stomach.

He grips the fabric of my dress, bunched around my waist, then rises onto his haunches and gives it a gentle tug. I lift my hips just enough for him to slide the dress—and my tights–down my legs.

When he comes back over me, my skin is flushed and my breathing heavy with anticipation. His fingers ghost along the edge of my

underwear–the last barrier between us.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly.

Breathless, I nod.

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“If you’re not,” he asps, “if this is too much…we can stop.”

I raise a brow, raising my hands to knot my fingers around his neck. “If I asked you to stop now, you would?”

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