Page 128 of Princess of Pride
Lachlan’s erection prods through his pants like a sword aimed at its target.
Taking my time, I slide the dress under my breasts to reveal my hardened nipples.
He wipes his hand down his mouth.
I ease the silk dress lower, exposing my abdomen, hips, and satin panties. Once it’s to my knees, I wriggle out of the dress and toss it aside before lowering onto all fours and crawling across the giant bed to him. The entire time, my gaze stays locked on his.
He looks feral and hungry.
I climb off the side of the mattress and turn, arching my back so my hair brushes my thong. “If you tie me up, you won’t be able to move me around like this.” I glance over my shoulder at him, feeling sexier than I ever have.
In an instant, he’s behind me, his cock pressed against my backside. His hand shoves into my hair and twists it into a makeshift ponytail. He tugs my head back and claims my lips with a brutal kiss. The way he towers over me, his rich taste, and the heat of his body have me rocking against him.
I love when he loses control because of me. I love that he can’t imagine me thinking about any other man but him. I love that he needs to prove his dominance over me.
This is how love should be—for us anyway.
“Lachlan?” I pant and send my fingers into his hair, massaging the back of his head. “Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard.”
“Christ, Emery,” he says, surprised.
I’ve never acted like this with him before.
Still fisting my hair, he uses his other hand to play with my nipples then lowers it to slap me on the ass. “Spread your legs.” I do as he says. His fingers slide into my panties and run over my sensitive clit, causing me to moan. He slips a finger in me and hisses.
“You only get wet for me. No one else,Emery. Say it.”
“I only get wet for you. No one else.” I pant as pleasure courses through me and continue to rub my ass against his engorged cock.
He shoves one finger inside me and pumps it in and out before adding two. “If you ever think about fucking someone else, know they will be dead before the day is over.” It’s a harsh whisper in my ear as he pounds his fingers into me. He slides them out to slap my clit then shoves them back inside me.
I come and collapse under the weight of the pleasure. Lachlan releases my hair, and I fall onto the bed, my face buried in the covers.
I haven’t even come down from the climactic-high when Lachlan shoves my panties to my feet and thrusts inside me. Hands on my hips, he drives in and out at a punishing pace, slamming deep enough to hit my cervix—the way he likes. A yelp of pain and bliss rips from my throat. Heat builds inside me again, reaching a peak each time he tops out.
“Oh god,” I pant uncontrollably, the pleasure so intense I could die. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
“That’s right, Emery. I’m your god tonight. I’m your god every night.” He moves my hands behind my back, pinning them in one, and fists my hair again, pulling my head and using his hold on me to thrust harder. I’m unable to do anything but take what he’s giving.
I don’t know how, but I orgasm again so quickly, I’m in shock.
Lachlan hisses. “Fuck, you feel good when you come on my dick. Again.”
I can barely move. My body is useless. If Lachlan wasn’t holding me, I would be face-first on the mattress like I was before.
“Again, Emery.” He releases my hands and reaches between me and the bed to rub my clit, somehow stirring meback to life. Desire swarms me like angry bees wanting to reach their queen, which in this case is another orgasm.
“Come on,mo bhana-phrionnsa,” he whispers in my ear, knowing his Gaelic is like a verbal aphrodisiac.
His pumping switches tempo, moving faster and not as deep. He rubs my clit until it’s thrumming with ruthless ecstasy.So close. So close. So close.
In my ear, he whispers, “Breathe.”
But it’s lost in my climax and the tingling of my lips, telling me I’m about to faint.
The next day I can’t walk. I mean, I can, but I look like I just rode a bucking bull. To keep from embarrassing myself, I stay in my room. Hobbling there isn’t fun. Lachlan insists I take a bath. He even gets it ready for me and gently sets me in the soothing, bubble-filled tub.
When he leaves, I reach for my phone on the small bath table and open my latest romance read—a fantasy about a dragon and a little fierce main character who not only tames the most revered dragon but the hottest dragon rider who she thinks is her enemy.
