Page 23 of The Bodyguard's Innocent Obsession
“Lachlan...” Her voice is thick with need. Desperate.
I’m not far behind her.
I line the head of my dick up with her slit, her juices already coating the tip, and slowly push forward. She’s so tight and slick, the sensation almost overwhelming. Arabella moans and shifts her weight, tilting her hips, and the next thrust sinks me deeper.
Fuck.
“More.” Her voice is ragged.
I grip her hips and slam my cock all the way in, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out, her whole body tightening, and I grind my hips, driving her closer to the edge.
“God, you feel so fucking good.”
It’s not enough. I need her. All of her.
My hips slam forward again, and again, and then the last threads of control snap. I start to pound into her, hard and deep and merciless, fucking her with everything I have. The sound of her cries fills the room, and the slap of flesh on flesh echoes around us.
“You’re mine,” I growl, slamming into her, the need for her coursing through my veins like a drug. “My only purpose now is to protect you and take care of you. And I’m going to do whatever I have to do to make that happen, princess.”
“Because that’s what a bodyguard does, right?” she whispers so quietly that she probably thinks I didn’t hear her.
I pause my movements, gripping her chin in one hand and tilting her head until she’s looking at me over her shoulder.
“Yes, but that’s not why it’s my purpose, Arabella. It’s because I love you. I want you to be mine for the rest of our fucking lives, princess. So, yes, I’m going to protect you and take care of you and do whatever I have to do to keep you safe. I’m doing it because you’re my whole world, and I’m never letting you go.”
She gasps.
Her eyes widen, and her mouth parts, and for a moment I think I’ve broken her. That maybe she didn’t really want to hear the words. But then she smiles. A smile so brilliant it rivals the sun, and in that moment, I’m sure my heart stops beating.
“I love you too, Lachlan. I’m yours.”
It’s all I need.
I grip her hips and start to slam into her, faster, harder, until her whole body shakes. Her pussy flutters and grips me, and her breath comes in staccato bursts.
“Then it’s time for me to claim you properly, princess. I’m going to flood your womb with my seed and plant my baby inside you.” I reach around, gently touching her stomach with both hands. “Right here. Where it belongs. So I can make sure no one ever takes you away from me.”
“Oh God,” she moans, her eyes closed, her breath coming in short, quick pants.
“Say yes,” I demand.
“Yes! I want your baby inside me, Lachlan. Please.”
I let out a low, guttural sound as the pleasure takes hold of me. It’s raw and primal and so fucking deep.
I grip her hips, holding her in place, and drive my cock deep inside her. Her body quakes as her climax hits, and she throws her head back and screams.
That’s all it takes.
I come, hard and sudden, the hot spurts filling her tight little cunt, mixing with her own release. My hips jerk, grinding, thrusting, claiming, and she moans and presses her ass back against me.
It’s not enough. I still can’t get close enough to her.
So I just keep fucking her until I’ve completely emptied myself inside her. Until neither of us can think straight, and her pussy is soaked with the proof of how much I need her. How much I love her. How I’ll do anything to have her by my side for the rest of our lives.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, my thrusts slow and the waves of pleasure start to subside. My cock slides out of her with a lewd, wet sound.
I press a kiss to her neck, trailing the soft skin with my tongue.
