Chapter 1: Afternoon Heat
The sun spilled through the wide windows of Alina Links’ two-story house, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floors of her cozy living room. Heinrich Schultz lounged on the plush gray couch, his broad shoulders relaxed, a sly grin playing on his lips as he watched Alina saunter in with two glasses of chilled white wine. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her tight black tank top hugged every curve of her athletic frame. She was a force—sharp-tongued, confident, and utterly in control.
“Thought you’d never offer me a drink, Links,” Heinrich teased, his voice a low rumble as he took the glass from her, their fingers brushing just long enough to spark a familiar heat. “What’s the occasion? Trying to get me drunk and take advantage?”
Alina smirked, settling beside him, her thigh pressing against his with deliberate intent. “Oh, please, Schultz. If I wanted to take advantage, I wouldn’t need alcohol. I’d just bat my lashes, and you’d be begging at my feet.” She sipped her wine, her piercing green eyes locking with his over the rim of the glass. “But let’s be real—I’m already halfway there with you looking at me like that.”
Heinrich chuckled, setting his glass down on the coffee table, his gaze darkening as it roamed over her. “Like what? Like I’m remembering every damn time we’ve torn each other apart? Because, sweetheart, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, her voice a sultry purr. “Good. Then you’ll remember I don’t play nice.” Her hand slid up his thigh, fingers teasing the edge of his jeans, and Heinrich’s breath hitched, his body already responding to her touch. “You’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you? All this time, acting like just a friend when I know you’re dying to feel me again.”
“Guilty as charged,” he growled, turning to capture her lips in a searing kiss, but Alina pulled back just enough to keep him wanting, her grin wicked. “Not so fast, big boy. I’ve got something else in mind first.”
Before he could protest, she slid off the couch, dropping to her knees between his legs with a predatory grace. Her hands worked at his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room as she freed him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Look at you, already so hard for me,” she murmured, her fingers wrapping around his cock, stroking with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made him groan. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”
“Fuck, Alina, you have no idea,” Heinrich rasped, his hands gripping the couch cushions as she teased the tip with her tongue, her gaze never leaving his. “You’re gonna kill me with that mouth of yours.”
She laughed, low and throaty, before taking him deeper, her lips tight and wet around him. “Oh, I plan to. But you’re gonna love every second of it. Tell me, how’s it feel to have me sucking you off like this? Bet no one else gets you this horny.”
He gritted his teeth, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple as he fought to hold on, her words and her mouth driving him to the edge. “No one even comes close, babe. Your pussy might be heaven, but this—fuck, this is sin.”
Alina hummed around him, the vibration sending a jolt through his body, her pace quickening as she worked him with expert precision. “Keep talking, Schultz. I wanna hear how much you want me while I’ve got you dripping for me.”
His head fell back, panting hard, his voice rough with need. “I want you so bad it hurts. Want to flip you over, bury myself in that tight ass of yours, make you scream my name. But right now—shit, keep going, I’m so fucking close.”
She grinned around him, her own breath coming faster, a flush of heat spreading across her chest as she pushed him further, her movements relentless. The room was thick with tension, the air charged with their shared hunger, sweat and desire mingling as they teetered on the brink of something explosive.
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