When his fingers dipped between my legs, I gasped and arched my back. The sharp hunger I felt for him was insistent as though it had been months rather than days since he’d last touched me.
“Ian,” I breathed.
He smiled before he kissed me again, his finger circling my clit. As my hips began to move, his mouth moved down my neck, the tip of his tongue light against my skin.
Then his mouth captured my nipple and I gasped again. His lips tugged and sucked at my breasts as his hand continued to move between my legs, his fingers toying with my clit before they slid deep inside me.
“I want you inside me, Ian,” I demanded, my nails digging into the flesh of his spine.
“I am inside you,” he whispered against my skin.
I shivered at the sensation of his voice vibrating against my breasts. “That’s not the part of you I’m talking about.”
I felt his smile and retaliated by dragging my fingernails over his back in the way that I knew drove him crazy.
He groaned and removed his fingers from my body. Moving over me, he reached between us and guided his cock to my entrance. I lifted my legs, my thighs hugging his hips, as he slid inside.
He stilled when he was fully seated in my body. “There, I’m inside you.”
I growled at him. “Move, Ian.”
He pressed his hips tighter to mine. “Say please.”
I shook my head, resisting even though I wanted to give in. My pussy clenched hard as he nudged a place inside me that made my nerve endings spark. It was enough to crack my resolve. “Please, Ian.”
He withdrew and thrust again, his movements slow and deliberate. He set a languid rhythm that felt good but wouldn’t bring my body to the clamoring release it ached for.
“Ian, faster,” I urged.
“No,” he replied.
My nails dug into his ass as I pulled his hips toward mine, pushing him to move more quickly. “Yes,” I hissed.
“Your injury is still healing,” he argued.
“You’re the one who’s about to be injured if you don’t stop teasing me!” I growled.
He chuckled, his hips moving at a faster pace, but it still wasn’t enough. When I snarled at him, his chuckle turned into full-fledged laughter. He lifted me, turning us so that his back rested against the wall. With one hand supporting my spine, his other splayed across my lower belly putting his thumb in just the right position to roll against my clit.
I leaned into the hand on my back, giving him room to maneuver as I rose and fell against him. As the orgasm swelled within me, he pulled me up and gripped my ponytail in his hand.
When the first wave crashed into me and I cried out, he sank his teeth into my shoulder exactly where his mark had been before. This time I didn’t fight the urge. I turned my face into his neck and latched on.
He groaned against my skin and I knew he was coming. Together we rode out the orgasm, our bodies crashing together as it seemed to continue on and on. When it finally ebbed, something clicked within me, a void in my heart that was no longer empty. I lifted my mouth from his shoulder and ran my tongue over the mark I’d left behind. I felt Lachlan do the same. Then he pressed a gentle kiss to the bite.
“Now you’re mine,” he murmured. “And I’m yours.”
“Always,” I replied.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Lachlan
After I madeChloe mine, she insisted she needed a bath. Then she dragged me into the tub with her. I’d never been one for soaking in a bath, preferring a shower instead, but she converted me.
Afterwards, I carried her back to the bed and we slept together naked until mid-afternoon.
I awoke to something brushing my face. I swatted at it without opening my eyes and heard Chloe giggle. I cracked one eyelid and saw that she was using the end of her ponytail to tickle my nose.
