“Beautiful,” he whispers. “You’re so much more than you let on, aren’t you?”
He picks me up again, tossing me onto the massive bed. He’s over me in a second, his weight pinning me down. He’s fast, and he’s terrifyingly good with his hands. He produces a soft, silk tie from somewhere, maybe his own neck, I don't even know, and loops it around my wrists.
“Lorcan,” I gasp, my heart hammering. “What are you doing?”
“I’m making sure you don't go anywhere,” he purrs as he hitches the tie to the headboard. It’s tight enough to hurt a bit, and it’s enough to tell me I’m not in control anymore. “You spent five years being the one who held everything together, Atara. Tonight, you don't have to do anything but feel.”
He starts kissing down my neck, his lips and teeth marking the sensitive skin just below my ear. I arch my back, a sob ofpleasure escaping me, and just then he moves to my breasts, his mouth hot and demanding as he sucks one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak until I’m screaming his name.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my skin. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to take everything.”
“Yes,” I moan, my hips bucking against his. “Please, Lorcan. I want you.”
He doesn't make me wait. He shifts, his weight leaving me for a second, and the cool air hits my skin like a shock. I watch, panting, as he strips off his trousers. His cock springs free, and the sight makes my mouth go dry. It’s thick, a deep, flushed red, standing hard and curving slightly upward. The head is broad, slick already with his own excitement. He pulls on protection and walks back towards me
He doesn’t ask if I’m ready. One hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back so I’m forced to look at him, at the dominant set of his jaw, the dark fire in his eyes. The other hand goes between my legs, his fingers sliding through the wet mess I’ve made. He parts my folds, his thumb rubbing hard over my clit in one rough, electrifying pass. I cry out, my body convulsing.
Then he enters me.
It’s not one long, smooth thrust. It’s aclaim. He drives himself into me, that thick, hard cock filling me in a single, devastating movement that stretches me, burns me,perfectsme. Thesensation is so intense, so complete, I can’t breathe. My eyes roll back. A soundless scream locks in my throat. He’s in me, deep, so deep I feel him against the very back of my womb. The fullness is absolute.
He holds there, buried, his body trembling slightly with the effort of control. His hand still grips my hair. His eyes drill into mine. “Feel that?” he grinds out. “That’s what I have been dying to do since I saw you on that cliff.
He begins to move.
I cry out, enjoying how he fills me completely, a solid, hot weight that anchors me to the earth. He starts to move, his pace slow and torturous, his eyes locked on mine. Every thrust is a question, every withdrawal a promise to be back.
“You’re mine tonight,” he says, his hands framing my face.
He switches positions, pulling my legs over his shoulders, driving deeper. I’m lost. I’m a mess of heat and friction and the sound of my own ragged breath.
His withdrawals are slow, agonizing, letting me feel every ridge of him, the drag of his cock against my inner walls, the near-empty ache before he slams back home. Each return is faster, harder, a piston stroke that jars my body up the bed. The slap of his hips against my ass is a wet, rhythmic sound. The bedframe creaks.
Lorcan's eyes lock onto mine. Then, with a low curse under his breath, he reaches above my head and yanks the silk free from the headboard.
"I've wanted your hands on me since the moment you pointed your finger at my chest on that cliff." He growls as the restraint falls away.
Freedom lasts less than a second before his mouth crashes back onto mine.
I don't waste it.
My fingers which have been twitching to feel him, fly to his shoulders, then into his hair, clutching him desperately as he drives deeper. My hands scramble back to his shoulders, his back, nails digging into the hard muscle. I’m beyond words, beyond thought. My world is the pounding rhythm, the brutal fullness, the searing pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my belly. I’m so wet I can hear it, a slick, squelching noise that accompanies every thrust.
He changes angle, lifting my hips higher, and the new position sends him grinding directly against a spot inside me that feels like a live wire. A sharp, bright shock of pleasure explodes through me. My back arches off the bed.“There!”I gasp.“Yes, yes, yes!”
He obeys. He pins my hips, his hands like vise grips on my flesh, and he pounds into that spot with a focused, relentless fury. His breathing is harsh in my ear. Sweat drips from his templeonto my cheek. The dominance in his movements, the sheer physical control he exerts, strips away every last shred of my own restraint.
He flips me onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips as he takes me from behind. It’s primal. It’s dark. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced, and I meet every move he makes with a desperation that matches his own.
The coil inside me snaps.
It starts as a deep, internal quake, a tremor in my gut. Then it erupts.
My thighs shake violently. My vision blurs. And then, a gush of hot liquid, a sudden, uncontrollable rush that spills out of me as he thrusts. It’s not a trickle. It’s asquirt, a pulse of fluid that soaks his cock, his stomach, the sheets beneath us. The sound is a distinct, wet burst, followed by a continuous spill. The scent of my release, muskier and deeper now, fills the air.
Lorcan’s rhythm falters for a second. He feels it. He sees it. His eyes blaze with a dark, triumphant hunger.“That’s it, Kisa,”he growls, his voice thick with awe and possession.
It sends him over the edge. His thrusts become wild, uncontrolled, his own climax mounting. He buries himself to the root, his body locking against mine. I feel him swell, then pulse inside me. Lorcan's entire body locks above me. A rough groan tears from his throat as I feel him pulse deep inside me, every powerful contraction dragging another wave of pleasure throughmy body. He groans, a raw, animal sound, his head dropping to my shoulder as he empties himself into the thin plastic protection.
