I take a step towards him as if I’m a fish on a line being reeled in.
Tomorrow is not promised.
He’s mine and if this is all the time we have, then…
“Fuck this,” I growl, striding to him and throwing my axe to the ground.
Lachlan barely has time to drop his own sword before my body is crashes into his.
My arms wrap around his neck, my fingers tugging his hair as I pull his mouth against mine.
In a frenzy, I suck his tongue into my mouth and marvel at the moan I elicit from him.
My heart races and heat pools low in my belly as my core throbs.
He pulls away from me, breaking our kiss.
“Key,”—he pants—“are ye sure?”
I nod, my eyes devouring him. But that answer is not good enough.
He presses his forehead against mine, panting. Our breaths mingle together. “I need to hear ye say it.”
The words melt me. My hands fumble, tugging at the laces of his pants. “I want you.”
He groans, but I continue un-tying the laces. “I need you.”
The ties come free, and I grab the hem of his leather shirt, pulling up. “And I need this.”
He takes a step back and tugs it over his head. His abs flex with the movement and my mouth dries up.
There’s a hunger in his gaze as he stares at me, dropping the shirt to the ground. “Finally.”
The forest erupts, blazing golden light pours through the trees. And we’re upon each other.
Fingers tangle in hair, grab roughly at flesh, and our lips crash roughly against each other.
I can’t get close enough.
Lachlan tugs my top off and the chilly morning air pebbles my breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, the heat of it chaotic against the cold air.
Hot and cold.
His tongue flicks at the nipple and delicious pain spears through me. I want more.
I need more.
His mouth licks and sucks up my neck as my hands work to shove down his pants.
I need all of him.
His cock springs free and while I’m not surprised by his size, I am appreciative.
Our first time will not be sweet or even gentle. I need a claiming. For every ounce of my being to be owned by him.
In one swift movement, my boots and pants are no longer a hindrance. His eyes darken as they rake over me hungrily. I stand completely naked and brazenly before him.
“Merciful gods,” he whispers, lifting me off my feet, and instinctively my legs wrap around his waist.
