Crimson Highlander (Onyx Assassins 2)

“You’re right there,” he said against my swollen flesh, his lips just barely brushing my aching clit. “You feel that?” he asked, plunging his tongue inside me for a split-second before pulling out so fast I whimpered.

“Yes,” I breathed the word. My body clenched and ached and pulsed. I arched again, but he held me down, just out of reach of his mouth.

“You’re mine,” he growled, eyes locking with mine. The sight of him between my thighs was almost enough to make me come right then and there. Almost. “In this moment,” he said, flicking that tongue over my clit—a match barely struck. “I own you. Your pleasure. I’ll make you come when it’ll be so good and so hard you won’t be able to walk for hours.”

My lips parted open, shock and lust and heat soaring through my blood.

He tipped his chin, just a tad, a satisfied little smirk shaping those lips of his. “Surprised, aren’t you?”

I clamped my mouth shut.

He planted a kiss on the spot just above where I needed him. “Surprised,” he growled against my skin. “That you like the idea of me controlling you. Even if it’s only here. You love the idea of letting go. Of giving me absolute control of your body. Because deep down, you know I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

My breaths came too quick, my thoughts a whirl of need and emotions I couldn’t explain. And without thinking, without letting my mind get in the way of what my body and soul demanded, I said, “You’re right.”

A wide grin spread over his face, and he arched a brow at me. “I always am,” he said.

“Not always—” My words broke off to a moan as he dipped his head, sucking my clit into his mouth so fast and so hard I burst into a million pieces of sparkling light. I forgot everything outside the release of my body shattering, and I tangled my fingers into his hair as he licked and fucked me through my orgasm with his tongue. And just when I’d gone limp around him, he pulled back, raising on his knees above me.

“Bad girl,” he said, eying the hands I’d let drop from the railing.

“I—”

One second I was on my back, the next my stomach pressed into the mattress. With one hand, Lachlan pinned my wrists above my head, and with the other? He hauled my hips up until my ass was well on display for him.

A light smack sent a jolt of pleasure and a bite of pain through my body. My thighs clenched as I glanced over my shoulder. The sight of him on his knees behind me, powerful and strong, his hand poised to smack my ass again?

Liquid.

He made me absolutely, fucking liquid.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded before lightly slapping my flesh again. I moaned, arching backward. “I want you to watch me fuck you. Just like you want.”

He gripped my hips and hefted me backward, his hard cock plunging inside me with one long stroke.

“Lachlan!” I screamed, his considerable length filling every inch of me. He pulled out and plunged in again, taking me where his tongue had just been moments ago. My fingers dug into the sheets as I submitted completely to him.

“Valor,” he echoed my tone, driving into me again and again. Hitting spots inside me so deep I’d never known they existed.

My muscles coiled like a hot spring with each thrust. My body trembled as he filled me and stroked me and touched me. The sound of our bodies colliding only upped the growing tension in my body, and when he leaned over me to kiss my spine?

I clenched around him like a vise.

He hissed, a deep growl rumbling through his body and into mine.

“Please, Lachlan,” I moaned, not sure how much more I could take. The man was pleasure and sin personified, and here? He owned every inch of me. Took me harder and longer than I’d ever known possible.

“You want me to stop?” he teased, pulling back a few inches.

“God, no!” I pushed backward, and he sunk into the hilt again.

He reached around my body, his fingers rolling over my clit. “This, then?” he asked, breathless.

“Yes,” I said, pushing against the bed to meet his thrusts. “Harder,” I demanded.

“Fuck, Valor,” he hissed, one hand on my hip steadying me so he could take me deeper, faster.

“Yes, God, like that. Yes!” I screamed loud enough for the whole residence to hear, but I didn’t care. Nothing existed outside of this. “Lachlan, I’m…I’m…”

I couldn’t form the words.

I could barely breathe or think around the feeling of him claiming me, dominating me, using every piece of himself to wring as much pleasure from me as possible.

His fingers pushed down on my clit just as he hit that spot deep inside me with his cock, and I exploded around him. His name was a plea on my lips as he pushed one orgasm into another, propelling me over that sweet edge again and again until he found his own release inside me. Until he folded himself over my spine, holding me to him like he was afraid I’d disappear.