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I trusted him. Whatever uncertainty I still carried about the future, none of it touched this. I trusted him with my body, and in that moment, I gave myself over to him completely.

Lachlan kissed the curve of my neck while two fingers slid into me.

I moaned loudly into the mattress.

“Fuck,” he murmured. “There’s that sound.”

His fingers curled and began pumping in and out of me while his thumb moved steadily over my clit.

Electricity skittered beneath my skin.

His mouth stayed at my neck, kissing and nipping while his hard cock nestled against the seam of my ass.

A broken whine escaped me.

“That’s it, Mouse.”

His fingers pumped faster.

My pussy clenched helplessly around them.

With every nerve in my body firing, I was already so close that my thighs began trembling beneath me.

Then the pressure of his hand around my throat changed.

My inhale stopped halfway in.

The pleasure sharpened instantly, tangled with the first hot flare of panic.

My heart hammered in my chest.

Lachlan’s body stayed solid against mine, his mouth at my ear, his fingers never losing their rhythm.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Trust me.”

The panic climbed with the pleasure. My body wanted air even as my pussy demanded more, and the two sensations crashed together until I couldn’t separate one from the other and light sparked behind my eyelids.

I was helpless in his hands, but I trusted him and allowed the sensation to carry me higher.

“When I tell you,” Lachlan said against my ear, “I want you to come all over my fingers.”

My thighs shook harder, and I was right there—desperate, so fucking needy and straining against him.

Then his voice dropped to a rough whisper.

“Come for me, Isabella.”

His hand left my throat and flattened across my chest as air rushed back into my lungs.

I gasped.

The orgasm hit at the same instant.

My pussy clamped around his fingers so hard that my entire body jerked. I cried out and bucked backward into his hand while he kept fucking me with his fingers, drawing out one pulsing contraction after another.

“Lachlan—” Another sharp cry tore out of me.

“That’s my girl.”