Page 99 of Pride: The Rogue
Livian’s lashes fluttered, and her passion-glazed eyes met his. “Lachlan,” she begged.
“I know what you want, sweetheart,” he promised, increasing the length and speed of his strokes. “And I’ll give it to you, but first, I’m going to make you wait.”
She whimpered. “Nooo. I c-cannot bear this.”
Her sexy plea drove him mad with lust.
To keep from coming he reminded himself he was the first to enter her body and show her pleasure, and he’d be bloody damned if he didn’t make her come first before he found release.
Never mind whether he’d finished ahead of his partner, had never mattered to him before. This was different. A virgin was different.
Livian is different.
His mind balked and shied away from that devil’s taunt.
Her gyrations grew erratic, and his fear fled. Their bodies both took on a frenzied, out-of-control rhythm as they let lust drive them.
Her tight sheath squeezed him tight.
Latimer groaned. “You’re magnificent, love.”
Incoherent with need, she keened his name. “Lachlan.”
Oh, hell.
Latimer gnashed his teeth. “You feel so good, Livian.” He’d never felt anything like being buried inside this woman.
Lust. It’s only lust.
Livian’s slim, graceful body grew more tense.
Her eyes went wide; her gaze grew inward.
“L-Lachlan?” she panted, her voice pitchy with confusion.
“Aww, my darlin’ is afraid,” he cooed. “Don’t be. It’s going to be even better than when you humped my leg.”
Livian gasped. Her cunny convulsed around his cock.
He hid a smug smile. She loved when he talked dirty to her.
His arrogance proved as fleeting as his rapidly shredding self-control.
Growling, Latimer didn’t let up. “Come for me, love,” he coaxed, driving inside her.
His breathing grew raspy, guttural. He couldn’t last much longer. She tested him as he’d never been tested.
And knowing her as forbiddingly well as he did, he knew just what to do and say to send her over.
He took Livian’s mouth in a deep kiss.
She moaned and tangled her tongue with his.
“I want to feel you pulse around my cock, Livian,” he enticed between each kiss. “I want you to scream my name while you come.”
Livian’s movements grew jerkier.
She’s close.
