Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Chapter 417

But the man on top of her didn't seem to react much-except for that barely restrained longing, now buzzing through him so intensely it made his scalp tingle.

Elian had always had this wild, almost insane attraction to Miranda. Now there was more-emotion, atmosphere, the official announcement of their relationship. The excitement and thrill of it all made his desire nearly impossible to control.

It just... overflowed, like a dam bursting open.

"You seriously want to do this here?" Miranda teased, eyebrow raised.

Elian froze. He just lay there, sprawled across her, not moving, his breath warm against her neck.

His voice was soft, laced with a heavy, lingering affection.

"I can't help it..."

"I like you too much..."

"I don't want our first time to be here. Let's wait until we're married, okay?"

Miranda hesitated, then smirked. "Well, I mean, it doesn't have to be after we're married, you know."

Elian blinked. "What?"

Miranda cleared her throat, a little embarrassed. "I mean-what if we get married and you suck in bed? That's a lot of paperwork for a refund."

Maybe it had something to do with Miranda's job, but she wasn't shy about this stuff. She knew what she liked.

Why bother if it wasn't going to be fun?

waste

dangerous glint flickering in his eyes. "Suck

said it,

been pressed against her thigh now nudged firmly between her legs. She instantly felt the distance between her thighs widen,

God...

a touch awkward. "Well, sometimes it's all about... you know, personal

doesn't always mean good,

his eyes glinting with challenge.

was clearly enjoying her fluster, almost mocking her for even daring

how much weight Elian's words carried. Oh, she got it, all

exactly why he'd laughed like

he definitely had a talent

impressive as his military

Maybe even more so.

all her willpower to finally shove the suddenly

her as she walked away. Maybe it was because they were officially together now-everything felt different. Elian was even more shameless, not

plenty of little marks on her neck, just to

taste the faint tang of his cologne and maybe a little too much

man seemed

guy who'd bickered with her nonstop when they first

his voice called from behind

go flirting with any

flirt with you, either." He was dead

tann &

He clearly cared—a lot.

rolled