The hard tip of him brushes against my slick flesh and my legs clench tighter around him. Lachlan turns so that my back is against the soft, mossy side of a tree. The bark still bites into my flesh, but I don’t give a fuck.
Nothing can compare to his mouth on my neck, his hands digging into the flesh of my ass.
“Lach,” I whimper, desperately wanting to sink onto him, to feel him inside of me.
“I know.” He lowers onto his knees, taking me with him as he gently lays me down on a soft bed of leaves.
I writhe within his hold as his cock brushes against my clit again. Sending shoots of pleasure through my body.
He reaches down, slipping two fingers inside of me, and I moan.
“You’re ready for me,” he purrs, and I whimper as he sucks his fingers into his mouth.
He angles himself at my entrance. His long hair falls across his face as he leans over to line himself up, and I watch as he slowly eases into me. His jaw clenches as he squeezes his eyes shut.
My fingers dig into his back, and my head falls back, as bit by excruciating bit, I feel myself swell from the sheer size of him.
Like a key fitting perfectly into a lock.
It’s my making and undoing. Every part of me unravels at the seams, and yet he’s there stitching me back together.
There’s no longer me and him. Just us.
Pain and pleasure meld together. My heart pumps erratically in my chest and I gasp for air.
It’s too much and—not enough.
Lachlan’s jaw pops as he clenches harder, his eyes opening as a shudder rocks through him.
“Gods,” he breathes, as the last few inches slide inside. Veins bulge on his neck, the blood in them pumping as swiftly as my heart. “Ye were made for me.”
I moan as all of him fills me. And that sound is Lachlan’s undoing.
His eyes narrow on our joining. The green in them is otherworldly in a shaft of sunlight that floods down through the trees. “Key...”
He eases out of me, and I hold my breath. When he thrusts back in deeper, a gasp escapes me.
“Yes,” I hiss. “Just like that.”
Again and again, he pumps into me, his ample length hitting that tender spot deep inside of me. I cling to his shoulders, raising my hips to meet his. Thrust for thrust.
I chase the high that I’m sure is coming, rousing a heated flush to my skin.
Lachlan increases the pace. The fire building within me rages on.
He is everywhere. Lips on my neck, teeth grazing my skin, hands squeezing and kneading my breasts, the weight of his body presses down and into me—all at once.
The forest grows still, freezing the world around us at this moment.
I can feel my climax approaching, like a wave as it swells before it breaks upon the sand.
Sweat beads upon his brow as he tilts his head back to the sky. The strong column of his neck exposed. His shoulders flex as he shifts his weight, the bulging muscles swell with each plunge.
He pumps into me with a perfectly skilled rhythm. Pleasure overtakes the pain, drawing me closer and closer to the edge. His eyes lock onto mine as he plunges into me, angling his hips just right that he brushes against my clit.
I climax. Hard. The wave within me crashes into a fiery explosion. It consumes every part of me. My very soul is forged in its fire, leaving me wholly reborn and irrevocably changed.
My body feels boneless and then rigid as the pleasure surges through me in undulating waves. Light explodes from behind my closed eyes and my breath comes out in gasping pants.
