Page 79 of Pride: The Rogue
Livian’s breathing grew shallower then deeper.
She bit her lip. Her entire being remained tunneled on the keen ache between her legs.
Lachlan’s respirations came just as harsh and fast, as if just giving her pleasure was wreaking the same, dizzying, effects upon him, and drove her to a new level of madness.
“You know your way around horses,” he crooned. “I’d love to have you astride me, riding my big cock.”
Livian moaned into his mouth.
Her movement took on an increased urgency.
She rocked wildly against Lachlan.
She was so close…
He burrowed his face against her shoulder, and with his tongue, lips, and teeth, skillfully worshipped her collarbone.
Livian bit her lip hard. “Mmm.”
She dimly registered the metallic tinge of blood that filled her mouth.
Making soothing sounds, Lachlan took the wounded flesh into his mouth and drank away those crimson drops she’d shed.
Despite the chill of the afternoon, sweat beaded at her brow. Her movements grew jerky and frantic, and she desperately surged towards a place of wonder.
“You’re so close, love,” he promised huskily. “I feel the way your thighs are quivering and the way you’re grinding your sweet cunny on me.”
Those naughty words unleashed a fresh wave of molten desire within her.
Lachlan took her hips hard in hand and helped Livian rock back and forth. “There you go, love,” he crooned. “Let yourself have what you really want.”
You. I want you!
Livian tensed; her body climbed to an impossible precipice and then hovered at the edge of some exquisite gloriousness.
Whimpering, Livian hung there, suspended, her exigent need, agonizing.
He slipped a long finger under the globes of her buttocks and toyed with her nub.
“Come,” he demanded.
That domineering command sent her body plunging from the peak and into a full crisis.
“Lachlan!” She screamed his name again and again. “Lachlaan!”
Livian sobbed as she ground herself against his thigh.I don’t want this to ever end.
She wanted to feel this magical bliss forever.
Alas…
On a shuddery gasp, Livian sagged atop Lachlan’s leg.
Panting and fighting for air, she gripped the lapels of his soft wool cloak, and she descended slowly from the high she’d climbed to the stark, cold reality…of what she’d done.
She stilled.
Oh, God.
