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Chapter Twenty-seven
Elena
Mybodywasoverheated.I tried to toss my blankets off but grabbed empty air. My eyes refused to open, too heavy with sleep and relaxation. Because despite being fevered, I felt languid and loose, like I could melt into the mattress.
The most fiery part was between my thighs. Wet and so, so hot, the feeling was pulling me downward. It was the roughness against my skin that woke me. Before I opened my eyes, I threaded my fingers through Lachlan’s hair as he buried his face between my thighs.
“Mmm.” My spine arched, and I stretched like a cat after a nap. “Good morning.”
He kissed the crease of my thigh. “Morning, sweet girl.” He peered up at me, giving me a scorching look. “This okay?”
Biting my lip, I nodded. “Please.” It was more than okay, and he knew it. Weeks ago, I’d given him carte blanche permission to wake me up this way. If I could have chosen, I’d start every morning like this.
Lachlan cradled me in his huge hands, holding me to his mouth and licking me everywhere. His tongue was hot and precise, trailing along my center then rimming my entrance. I wove my fingers through his hair as he caressed me with his mouth, lovingly bringing me higher and higher with each stroke of his tongue.
“Oh, that’s so good,” I cooed. “Don’t stop.”
He pressed his lips to my clit, sucking lightly. My hips rose, and he held me like that, his fingers digging into my flesh. My arms and hands were free, but my pussy was prisoner to Lachlan Kelly, and it didn’t scare me in the least. He ate me like he loved me and couldn’t get enough of me. Like I was the most precious person in the world, undamaged and pure. I knew it wasn’t true, but I was going to shroud myself in this feeling until it faded.
I came with a whimper, and Lachlan groaned, keeping his lips over me the whole way through. When I started to come down, he kept working me, laving me with attention and endless strokes of his tongue.
I probably should have told him to stop when I lost count of how many times he made me come, but I didn’t want him to. After last night and everything we’d uncovered and revealed, I desperately needed to know Lachlan would still want me with the same fervor he had before. If he was just doing this for me as a consolation, I’d shrivel up and blow away.
As if he could hear my worries, he held me tighter to his mouth. The sound rumbling from his chest could only be described as pure pleasure. Hewas grunting and rasping from my flavor on his tongue. This wasn’t a consolation. This was Lachlan giving us both what we craved.
“I need you.” I tugged at his hair, but he was stubborn, licking me harder. I shook all over as he took my sensitive, swollen clit between his lips, tears welling in my eyes. It was too much, too good, just right. “Please, babe, come here. Please, I need you.”
He peered at me from between my legs, and my heart cracked. His eyes were filled with passionate determination and pure, raw desire.
“Come here,” I whispered. “Come fuck me, Lachlan.”
He crawled up my sweaty body, licking trails over my heated flesh along the way. And then, he was sinking into me while he held me in his arms. He went slowly at first, rocking into me while peppering my shoulders and neck with wet kisses. My nails dug into his arms and back to keep him close to me.
“I want to take my time with you, Ellie,” he husked against my ear.
I had no idea what time it was, and I really couldn’t remember the day of the week. We might have been in that bed for a thousand years or an hour.
“Take your time with me then.”
“Let me see you ride me.” He rolled us like he always had, before he knew my secrets. He handled me with care, but that was Lachlan. Even when he was spanking the sass out of me, he always took care.
My knees dug into his sides as I found my rhythm, taking his thick length even deeper into me. He held my hips, moving me over him. I was tender and so slick, every movement and thrust lit me on fire.
Lachlan’s broad chest was shiny with sweat. Some of his hair was plastered to his forehead. When he helped lift me up and shove me back down, his biceps and neck flexed. So, so strong, my man was. He was watching me, my face and tits and stomach and pussy, with intensity and so much want, I had to close my eyes to escape it for just a moment. He took my breath away, plunged white-hot lasers into my chest.
“Look at me, Ellie. I need to see your eyes.”
I gave him his wish, and my breath caught when we connected. “Lachlan,” I moaned.
“Yeah, that’s my girl,” he crooned at me. “Love you riding me. I could look at you forever like this.”
I slid my palm up the center of his sweaty chest. “You’re so sexy. So beautiful. Do you know that?”
He grunted, pushing into me from below. “Know you think that, and that’s all that matters.”
After long minutes of staring at him, mostly in disbelief that he was mine, I fell forward, tucking my head in his throat. Lachlan released a long groan and rolled us again to our sides. Pulling one of my legs up, he draped it over his arm so he could go deeper, harder. We held each other as we fucked, sweet mixed with pure filth. And it was perfect. Exactly what I needed. More than what I needed. So much more. That was Lachlan and what he kept giving me.
More.
