Her eyes meet mine, stormy and defiant. For a second, I think she’ll fight me, push back. But then she smiles.
“Fuck me.”
That’s all I need. I tear at her clothes, my hands rough, impatient. She doesn’t stop me, doesn’t flinch. She’s here, fully here, and I can’t fucking wait. When I finally get her bare, I pause for a moment, just looking. Her body is perfect, curves and softness and strength. I don’t deserve her.
I drop to my knees, my hands gripping her thighs as I bury my face between her legs. She tastes like heaven, sweet like nectar, and I can’t get enough. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling, urging me on. I lap at her, slow at first, then faster, harder. Her moans fill the room, driving me wild.
When she comes, it’s with a cry that echoes off the walls. I stand, yanking her to me, and she clings to me, her body still trembling.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask, my voice a low growl.
She nods, her eyes dark, desperate.
“Be a good girl and ask nicely.”
She hesitates, but only for a second.“Please, Lochan. Please fuck me,” she whispers.
I don’t make her say it twice.
Her pussy is soaked, slick and warm against my fingers as I slide them inside her. She arches into me, a low moan escaping her lips, and I grin. Fuck, she’s ready for me. I pull my hand away, wiping her wetness on my thigh, and grip her hips hard enough to leave marks.
I guide myself to her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her, and push in slow, savoring the way she stretches around me. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and I try not to lose it right then and there. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper and I groan, burying myself to the hilt, my body trembling with the effort to hold back.
“Fuck, Brigid,” I mutter, my voice rough. She feels perfect, made for me, and I can’t stop the possessive thought from taking root.
She moves against me, urging me on, and I give in, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. She cries out, and I do it again, harder this time. Her pussy clenches around me, and I swear under my breath, losing myself in the rhythm.
I can’t get enough of her—the way she feels, the sounds she makes, the way she looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters. I want to ruin her, claim her, make sure she never forgets what her body does for me. My hands tighten on her hips, and I fuck her harder, faster, until the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and her gasping breaths.
She comes hard, her body tightening around me like a vise. I follow her over the edge, burying my face in her neck as I spill inside her, my hips jerking uncontrollably.
For a moment, we stay like that, tangled together, our breathing ragged. I don’t want to move, don’t want to let her go.
“Can I stay tonight?” I ask. I can’t meet her eyes.
“Look at me, Lochan.”
I do as she says and I lose myself in those endless oceans.
“Yes. Yes, you can stay. Stay forever.”
I tighten my arm around her, pulling her closer, and press a kiss to the top of her head.“I’m not letting you go.”
She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to. The way she clings to me says it all.
Chapter Nineteen
Callen
I stand at the edge of the portal, my guts in knots. I don't want to leave Brigid behind at the academy but duty calls—there are things I have to deal with at the palace and I’ve put them off too long already.
The swirling light pulses, waiting. I take a deep breath and step through.
Emerging on the other side, I'm hit by a wave of activity. Servants scurry about, arms laden with flowers and candles. Everyone is working hard for dear old dad's funeral.
"Your Highness!" A young maid nearly drops her tray of crystal goblets. "We weren't expecting you so soon."
I nod, scanning the grand entryway. Towering pillars of opalescent crystal stretch toward the vaulted ceiling. Veins of gold thread through the marble floor, glinting in the gauzy light. Being here again after so long is a bit of a shock. Having grown up here, it’s easy to forget the opulence and beauty of the palace. It’s a far cry from Newton, that’s for sure.
