Page 52 of Loched in Love

He’s holding himself still for me.

I lower myself onto his cock, marveling between us at how my pussy is somehow taking him. The stretch and pull of him filling me inch by inch has my thighs quaking in ecstasy, and I lean forward to rest myself on his forearms.

A garbled moan escapes my lips at how it feels to take him inside. I sink down on his length, amazed at how there’s no pain. All I feel is pleasure and an overwhelming need for more.

“Oh my god,” I breathe when my hips finally touch his and I’m fully seated on his thick cock, marveling at how very full I am. “Lachlan, you’re very big.”

And he is, but he feels so good stretching me.

“Aye, and you feel like heaven on earth,” he says, his voice strained.

I lean down and send my tongue blazing along his lower lip, before sweeping his mouth into a wet and bone-tingling kiss.

He twitches beneath me and a convulsive wave takes me under. Sensation tears through me, robbing me of my senses as my insides clench down on Lachlan. Heart pounding and my entire being quivering, I bite my lip to keep from crying out as another orgasm has me coming in an explosion of pleasure.

My body cripples from the oncoming intense and insane mind-splintering energy that short-circuits my brain, and then there’s no more thinking.

Chapter 19

LACHLAN MACBETH

The soft mattress groans under my weight as I lie flat on my back, but I barely hear it over the sounds of Elena’s slow breathing and the lashing of the rain against the glass paned window.

Outside, Vivian’s storm rages across the landscape. But inside, the small room is illuminated only by short, sharp flashes of lightning that split the night sky, and the sight has my bones trembling.

Elena is the bonniest thing I’ve ever seen sitting astride my hips with her skin flushed like a ripe peach and shadowed in the dark room, her head thrown back and her fingers gripping at my shoulders as the final, almost violent tremors of her orgasm ripples through her body.

The expression of unadulterated pleasure on her face completely undoes me.

Deep in my chest, a low and heavy thrum starts vibrating, the sound overtaking the thunder shaking the cabin walls. Right now, it’s a fierce and helpless purr that signals my complete and absolute devotion to her as I fight to keep myself still.

My hands are clenched at my side, balled into fists to keep from grabbing and taking everything I want, and probably hurting her in the process.

“Lachlan,” she pants, her voice tight and breathless as she’s caught up in another wave of pleasure. Her small hands come down and frame my jaw as her pussy trembles with aftershocks. Her palms are scorching hot and a welcome contrast to my cool skin. “I can feel it in your chest. Are you purring? Is that what that sound is?”

I lift my hands, my arms framing her voluptuous body. My fingers are thick and heavy with a strength that can crush bone, so I tangle them into her hair with almost reverent care. I’m shaking under her. The intense tidal waves of my affection for this woman threaten to split my very ribs open and she can feel every bit of it.

“I can’t help it,” I say, my voice a gravelly and rough bass that has her shuddering against me. “I’m trying so very hard to not hurt you, my flower. But you are everything I ever dreamed of. The way you feel against me now, it fills me up until I can’t breathe with it.”

“You won’t hurt me,” Elena promises, her voice thick like molasses from pleasure.

She suddenly shifts her weight against my thighs, sending shockwaves of heat to my middle and presses her chest flat against mine. The lightning outside flashes again, highlighting and painting her in a stark shade of white. I sense her frantic, very human heart beating in a perfect sync with my own.

“I want all of you. Please don’t hold back. I promise if anything hurts, I’ll tell you, and we can stop. Okay?” she asks, her gaze pleading.

Bloody hell, she could tempt a saint to debauchery.

A pained groan comes from my throat, a sound of total and willing surrender, and I reach up to capture her mouth with mine. I don’t kiss her gently. I can’t. My kiss is hungry and desperate for her with the centuries of isolation and finally finding a home in her.

I consume her and pull her down onto me and sweep her into a deep and passionate kiss that takes her breath until she’s a gasping and quaking thing in my arms.

“Look at me,” I command, my breath choppy and short as my hands slide down to grip her thick hips and anchor her firmly over me while thunder rattles the glass in the windowpane.

I’ve waited so very long for her. And if I lose her, I’ll never recover. The thought has me freezing in place, unmoving as I look up into her heavy-lidded gaze as her breaths come in quick little pants.

“Elena, being here with you, it fills me with such wonder until it’s difficult to breathe. I’ve spent so long locked down to the depths and I swear to you now, if I don’t have you, I go back to the dark. Tell me you’re mine. Please be mine, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep you happy for all our days.”

“Always,” she breathes, her forehead coming down to rest against my own as her fingers dig into my broad and scale-covered shoulders. “I’m yours, Lachlan, I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”