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A strangled cry of desperation tore from her lips.
“Oh, my girl,” he vowed, his breath coming as hard and strangled as her own. “I’m going to make it even better for you.”
Impossible!
Lachlan’s body shook with laughter. “I’ll take that challenge,” he said, his voice strained.
And she was all too happy and eager for him to.
Chapter 15
Panting, his heart pounding, Latimer climbed between Livian’s supple thighs, the only place he needed to be.
Fuck, he’d never felt like this.
Hell, it’d neverbeenlike this—mad, hallucinatory sex. Not with any of the wild, inventive bed partners he’d slaked his lust with and brought to climax. Something about Livian Lovelace, however, scorched him inside, so he could think of nothing but her.
He positioned himself at the entrance of her cunny. Beads of sweat trickled from his brow and landed on Livian’s high, plump breasts, and her satiny flesh bore a like glimmering sheen.
He continued to tweak and tug her nipples in a way he’d quickly learned she loved.
She moaned low in her throat, purring like a hungry kitten, and rolled her hips in an intrinsic invitation.
The artless way in which she revealed—and reveled in—her desire, caused his ballocks to tighten painfully it was all Latimer could to do keep from coming like a green lad with his first whore.
Latimer gritted his teeth and threaded his fingers through her soaked curls.
He continued teasing her and working her, drawing her closer to that peak of wonder.
His breathing grew shallower; the need to bury himself deep inside this woman and lose himself completely, warred with sickening dread at this disinhibition he’d never before suffered.
All the while his mind was in riot. He’d always taken care to see his lovers pleasured, but when had he ever put their needs and longings in front of his own? What was so special abouther?
He gritted his teeth.
After you fuck her, then, it’ll end.
It was merely the thrill of initiating this sweet, supple virgin to the wonders of lovemaking that made him want as he never had before. To be the first to not only initiate Livian to thewondersof sex but to show her and teach her was its own special kind of aphrodisiac.
Unbridled lust and virginal bewilderment, glazed Livian’s all-too-trusting eyes.
“Lachlan,” she supplicated. “I need…I don’t know what I need.”
“But I do, darlin’,” he promised, his breaths shallow. “And I’m going to give it to you, so you know, so that way there’s no wondering when you feel this hot urge again exactly what it is you need.”
Latimer spoke that as an audible reminder that she was just any other bed partner and a woman he had no claim to.
Except, the thought of Livian, years from now after she’d birthed some fancy lord a handful of babes, taking lovers and having her needs met by those rakes and rogues, likely patrons at Latimer’s club, didn’t help.
Nor did the hurt that filled her doe-like eyes.
Rage blackened his vision, leaving him momentarily blind.
He gave his head a hard, clearing shake.
With a shaking hand, he took his cock in hand and guided it gently into her opening.
“I need to be inside you, darlin’,” he panted, humbled by that truth and entreaty but too hot to care. “Tell me you want that.”As much as me…
