Page 130 of Fallen Court

He continued to me and stopped. “But forgive me.” His head finally lifted, allowing me to glimpse the raw vulnerability shimmering in his green eyes before he bowed it once more. “I’ve spent so long with the world at my feet that I forgot…my true place is here. At yours. Please, fucking forgive me.”

My heart stuttered in my chest and then began to race. Reaching down, I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, gently tilting his face up to mine.

“I don’t want you at my feet,” I whispered. “I want you with me. At my side. I want to be your equal. Your partner.”

“I will never be your equal.”

I smiled down at him, unable to resist. “Well, you can try.”

He laughed softly. Cupping his chiseled jaw, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. Lach shifted upward, and his hand cupped my cheek, the touch almost tentative. I opened for him, and he swept in, restraint abandoned as he deepened the kiss.

When we finally broke apart, both breathless, his hands slid purposefully under my skirt, warm on my bare thighs. “But what if I want my place to be right here?”

The question stoked an ember to life at my core, but I blinked. “Is the groveling over?”

“I can continue,” he offered, something wicked dancing in his eyes as his fingers hooked the elastic sides of my panties. “Or I can show you why I belong here…”

“Actions speak louder than words,” I said, then swallowed hard.

His smile widened as he dragged my underwear down my legs and brought the delicate lace to his nose.

“Delicious.” He inhaled deeply before shoving them in his pocket.

I licked my lower lip, wiggling in the chair. “I thought we were having dinner.”

“We are, but there’s only one thing I’m craving.”

Shivers sprinted across my skin as he kissed and licked his way up my inner thigh. When he reached the softest point, he gripped my knees and slid me to the edge of the chair. “That’s it,” he crooned, urging my legs wider. “I need to fucking taste you, princess.” His warm breath fanned across me, and I gasped, my head falling against the back of the chair. Lach growled as his thumbs spread me open. “I fucking need you.”

I shuddered at the first, hot lash of his tongue. “I need you, too.”

I needed him like air. I needed him to survive. And I was tired of questioning that.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and jerked his face from between my legs. “Don’t push me away.” My voice cracked.

“I won’t,” he swore.

“Don’t hide things from me.” I couldn’t stand the thought of any distance between us. Not when he was part of me. Not when I was part of him. “We only work together.”

He brushed a kiss to my arm. “I won’t.”

“I need you.” The words sounded different as they fell from my lips, but he seemed to understand. Lach rose to his feet with inhuman speed, his arm sweeping across the table. Glass and porcelain shattered around us, and then I was across the table, my legs hanging over the side. I vaulted up, hooking an arm around his neck and dragging him on top of me. Our mouths collided, his fingers fumbling for his belt buckle. I whimpered at the promising swish of leather as he freed his cock.

“You have me.” He gripped my hips as he positioned and slid inside me inch by inch. “All of me.”

I clung to him, my nails biting into his skin as he thrust, each stroke deepening the bond between us.

“Being inside you feels like home,” Lach rasped, eyes searing into mine. “Nothing will ever be more right than this.”

He rolled his hips, hitting a spot that sent stars bursting into my vision. His thumbs brushed reverently over my hip bones. “I knew from the first moment I saw you that you were mine.” He punctuated the declaration with a sharp snap of his hips, darkness curling around him.

“I love you,” I moaned.

A grin carved his mouth, my words chasing away some of the shadows. “You better.”

My hands fisted his shirt and dragged his face to mine. He groaned into my lips, plunging faster and faster as we hurtled toward the edge.

With one final, deep thrust, Lach roared, his release triggering my own earth-shattering climax.