Page 12 of The Bodyguard's Innocent Obsession
“Only you,” she whimpers, and hearing those words from her is almost enough to send me over the edge.
I speed up, pounding into her. Our skin slaps together. The bed creaks. My thrusts get rougher, faster, deeper. Her cries are loud, and I know she’s too far gone to be concerned about anyone else in the neighboring rooms hearing her.
Her fingers dig into my arms and her legs tighten around my waist. Her inner muscles start clamping down around me.
“That’s it, princess. Come for me.”
Her orgasm hits her. She cries out, throwing her head back, and her cunt squeezes me tight, pulsing around my cock.
I thrust into her hard, deep, over and over. She’s writhing beneath me, crying out my name. Her orgasm triggers mine, and with a low growl, I empty myself inside her. Spurt after spurt ofhot, thick come fills her up, and her whimpers grow higher and louder.
“That’s it, princess. Take it all. Take my cum. Milk it from my cock with your tight little pussy.”
The words are dark and possessive, but I can’t control them. They spill from my lips in a growl.
I’m marking her. Claiming her. Making her mine.
Her cunt grips me and squeezes every last drop from me, until I’m spent and she’s limp beneath me, shuddering through the aftershocks.
Slowly, I pull out.
She whimpers, and I kiss her, trying to soothe her. Then I lie down next to her, pulling her close.
She curls into me, and we lay there together. Silent, but both aware that this changes everything.
Because now, there’s no turning back.
Chapter Five
Arabella
Lachlan’s breathing is slow and deep beside me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that doesn’t match the flutter of mine. He’s still asleep, sprawled on his stomach with one arm curled under the pillow, the other slung lazily across where my waist had been before I slipped out of bed. The sheet has slipped low on his hips, just barely covering him, and I should look away. I really should.
But I can’t.
Not when he looks like that. All bare, bronzed skin and roped muscle, like a sculpture someone brought to life and then made even better. His hair’s a little messy, jaw rough with overnight stubble, and there’s a faint pink scratch down one of his shoulder blades. My cheeks grow hot just thinking about how that must have got there.
Last night doesn’t even feel real. The break-in, the hotel, the way he touched me like he would die if he didn’t. Like he needed to possess me.
And I gave myself to him. Completely.
I shift slightly as I sit on the edge of the bed, taking note of the way my body aches in the sweetest way. There’s a quiet, lingering throb between my legs and a flutter in my chest every time I glance at him.
He protected me. He claimed me. And now he’s lying here, warm and safe and mine.
I bite my bottom lip as I watch his eyes start to flutter open. For a moment, they’re soft and sleepy and unfocused.
Then they land on me and everything sharpens.
“Morning,” I whisper, voice a little breathless.
He rolls over onto his back, and I gasp as the sheet tents. My cheeks flare hot and my stomach does a flip-flop.
“Morning,” he grunts, a smile pulling at his lips. “You sleep okay, princess?”
I nod, swallowing. “Y-yes.”
“Good.” He pushes himself upright, his muscles flexing, and my eyes trail down his chest and across his abdomen, following the thin trail of dark hair that leads beneath the sheet. He’s rock hard, and I can’t deny that my mouth is watering a little.
