The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

LACHLAN

I knew what this was.

As far as Saff was concerned this was a goodbye.

But that was bullshit.

For months, I'd had the feeling that I was missing something. That there was some kind of glitch in the matrix. It felt like a part of me was missing. Something important. A part of my life I couldn't access.

And now I knew what it was. All along, it was her. Now that I knew, I couldn't give it up.

So while for her this might be one last chance, little did she know I was playing for keeps. She wasn't getting rid of me. Tonight was just the beginning.

Saff led the way into the bedroom, giving me full view of everything I couldn't wait to get my hands on. Her leggings encased her arse, and I watched her gentle sashay. Fucking hell, she was stunning.

Once in the bedroom, she turned in my arms, looping hers around my neck. “I’ve missed you.”

I slid my hands into her braids, fisting gently, angling her head. I knew they were fresh. I didn't want to hurt her. But I did want to leave a mark.

I leveled my gaze on her. “This isn't goodbye for me, Saff. I plan on keeping you. Our situation is just a little bit more challenging than most. But so we're clear, this isn't some goodbye fuck you're going to walk away from.” A hint of anger seeped into my voice. She’d walked away from me once before. And even though I'd forgotten, knowing now that she'd walked away burned. I had every intention of making sure that this time she couldn't walk away. Not without great difficulty anyway. “You are mine. Do you understand that?”

“I’ve always been yours. It’s always been you.” Her gaze met mine and lingered as if looking for something. Maybe she was looking for an assurance that I meant it.

But all I could do was show her, so I did.

When I pressed my lips to hers, I wasn't gentle. I tugged her body into mine, holding her in place and savaging her mouth, taking everything I wanted from her. I didn't ask; I demanded. Kiss by kiss, stroke by stroke, I tried to mend the broken fissures in our hearts.

It was raw, and visceral, and I couldn't stop. Since the islands I had thought she’d been playing me, but really, I was playing myself. I was a fool thinking that I wouldn't give everything I had to be with her.

In the end, even if she had been the reason I had ended up at Rogues, I still would have wanted her. And eventually I would have cracked. And once I tasted her again, the outcome would be the same. The desperate, cloying need would take over, and I would refuse to let her go. Because she had been made for me.

I backed her up step by step until the back of her knees hit the bed.

I wasn't gentle when I shoved her back. She fell with a little bounce and a giggle. But I was already bending down, my fingers hooked in her leggings, tugging them down over her long expanse of legs.

I wished I could pretend like I was going to take my time, that I was going to savor every morsel of her. And maybe eventually I would. Maybe eventually I would have a session where I went slow and coaxed every orgasm out of her. But no. We were going to be rough and fast, and only after I had taken this edge off, would I be gentle and take my time.

I tried taking her leggings down while I kissed her, which was just a tangle of tongue and teeth, but eventually I had to break our kiss to get the job done. Pulling the tight fabric over her ass, I stopped when her leggings and panties were midthigh and shoved her back, pushing her legs all the way up and exposing that gorgeous ass and pussy to my view.

Saff gasped, and I gave her no time to even realize what was happening before I planted my face directly in her pussy. I didn't even give myself a chance to inhale. I just planted my mouth over her clit and sucked.

Her gasping moan sent an earthquake straight to my cock. Yes, that was the sound she should be making always. Surprised, on the edge, and fucking horny.

I dove into her pussy like a man starved, licking and stroking and fucking her with my tongue. I brought my fingers into play so I could focus my mouth on her clit. I just wanted one quick and dirty orgasm from her, unexpected and explosive, as a reward for being mine.

As my fingers hooked inside her pussy, pressing up and curling ever so slightly, I sucked hard on her clit and then pulled back, scraping the bundle of nerves gently with my teeth.

She screamed, her hips bucking off the bed and her hands attempting to drag me off her pussy. But I wasn't going. Not now, and not for a very long time. I had plans for her.

“Lachlan. Oh my God. Lachlan. I can't—”

But she could and she would. I did it again. This time using the flat of my tongue to keep stroking over her clit, hard and fast just like she liked. Short strokes. And I dragged a second orgasm from her.

The scream she let out had me grunting against her clit, satisfaction coursing through my veins. I continued licking her, burying my face completely between her thighs, lost to the pleasure of hearing her beg.

When I replaced my fingers with my tongue, her whimpering moans turned to something deeper, more primal and guttural. And then suddenly she wasn't trying to pull me away but holding me steady, lifting her hips to meet me stroke for stroke.

I slid my hands under her ass so I could bring her more fully to my face and control every angle. When I dipped down to tongue her arse, she let loose a string of inventive curses that made me grin. My girl was a dirty girl.