Page 94 of Pride: The Rogue
Livian cried out.
“Oh, sweet Livian,” he hoarsely promised. “I’ll give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more.”
With that, he glided another digit inside her.
She cried out.
“You need more than my fingers inside you, darlin’, or my leg to relieve yourself with. This time, you want my big cock.”
His shocking words only sent a fresh wave of heat flooding to her core.
She bucked uncontrollably against his fingers. Her body was climbing, straining toward some goal she didn’t fully know but intuitively understood.
“Aye, you want more than my touch,” he rightly predicted. “And me? I want to feel my naked skin against yours, sweetheart,” he purred like the lion, king of the jungle.
“I want that too, Lachlan,” Livian entreated, too desperate for him to care she again begged. Where this man was concerned, she had no pride.
He straightened and began to remove his clothes, and Livian knew a virtuous, good lady would have looked away. She couldn’t have if her soul’s place in heaven relied upon that modesty.
Riveted, she watched freely and boldly.
He shucked his jacket first. Then, with a speed that hinted at a shared franticness, he tugged his white lawn shirt, free of his trousers. As he drew the fine article overhead, each defined, rock-hard muscle of his abdomen and resplendently broad, bare chest, rippled.
Livian’s mouth went dry.
With Lachlan’s olive-hued, battle-scared skin and light matting of crisp, dark curls, he bore the splendor and virility of heralded warriors from long ago.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered.
“Beautiful?” He chuckled. “That’s a first for me, love.”
“Then the women you’ve kept company with are as daft as they are dumb.”
Suddenly, Lachlan’s eyes grew dark, and all levity vanished.
He shoved his trousers down and kicked them to the side until he stood, completely naked before her.
Curiosity pulled her focus to that organ she’d never seen, and only touched through a layer of clothing.
She froze.
Assailed by a mix of awe, reverence, and horror, she stared at Lachlan’s thick, rampant member.
Under her wide-eyed, unblinking gaze, that swollen, angry-looking organ grew to impossible lengths.
“That’s notbig, Lachlan,” she blurted. “It’s enormous.”
A strained laugh shook Lachlan’s body. “Darlin’ you’re great for a man’s pride.”
His.Even when she finally married, a nobleman, whom she still did not yet know, there’d never be another man for Livian, other than Lachlan Latimer.
She’d allow herself to mourn that later.
For now, she wanted no reality intruding on this moment.
Lachlan joined her in bed. “Part your legs for me.”
That harsh order fired her blood, and she let them splay for him.
