"See something you like?" The bastard has the nerve to smirk at me, and I have to bite back my own smile.
“Maybe,” I say coyly.
“Maybe.” He reaches for the nightstand, pulls out a condom, and tears the packet open with his teeth. “I'll take that.” He leans forward, the head of his thick cock grazing my pussy lips. “Now, tell me what you want.”
My breath hitches as I gaze up at him, sparks of lust flaring bright in his eyes. He slips his fingers into my pussy, dragging them against my clit. I choke on a gasp as he hooks his fingers, driving them deep. My hips jerk wildly against his hand, my walls clenching tight.
“Tell me,” he says again.
My eyes roll back in my head, the erotic sensations shootingto the tips of my fingers and toes. “I want you inside me. I need you to feel you. Please. I need… I need…”
“What do you need?” he murmurs against my ear. “I want to hear you say it.”
My eyes fly open. “I needyou.”
He snakes his arm around my back and holds me close as he pushes into me. I bite back a cry at the delicious intrusion. He stretches me wide, the burn almost too much and yet not enough. I pull his head down, capturing his mouth with my own as my body molds around him, my muscles tightening, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he grits out, moving slowly.
“Stop holding back,” I whisper. “Let me feel all of you.”
“I don't want to hurt you.”
“You won't,” I rasp, digging my nails into his shoulders. “I won't break.”
With that admission, his control slips, and he lets go.
He drives into me harder, faster. Each thrust punching a sound out of me that I don't even recognize. His hand fists in my hair, tilts my head back. His mouth finds my throat, devouring me like I’m dinner.
“So tight. So fucking perfect.”
I'm losing myself. Drowning in sensation. His body, his voice, his hands… everything is him.
I can't think. Can't analyze. Can't do anything except feel.
And it’s so amazing. More than I dared to imagine it could be.
This is what I've been afraid of for so long. This loss of control. This vulnerability. Letting someone see me completely unravel.
But with Lochlan, it doesn't feel like weakness. It feels like freedom.
“I want you to come for me.” His voice is rough in my ear. “Let me feel what I do to you.”
A strangled cry catches in my throat. I writhe against him,pressing him into me so his cock drives against the spot that makes me see stars. White noise assaults my ears, bright lights exploding behind my eyelids as the second orgasm erupts deep inside my core. My whole body locks up and then shatters, and I gasp his name with my last jagged breath.
After a few more thrusts, he lets out a low roar before burying himself deep. He drops his head to my shoulder, his cock pulsing inside me.
We stay like that for what feels like forever. And I have no desire to move. Our breaths are ragged, limbs entwined. He rests himself on his arms, caging me in, as if I would even think of trying to escape him.
The thought almost makes me laugh because in a shocking turn of events, I’ve discovered that being here with him is the only thing that makes me feel… happy.
"You okay?" he asks, cracking the silence.
"I think you broke me."
“You told me you wouldn’t break,” he says, smoothing a strand of hair away from my face.
“I guess I lied,” I say with a breathless chuckle.
