Page 115 of Lorcan's Obsession

“You're not sure about me? About us? About what I feel for you?” she bellowed. "Are you too blind to see the broken glass I’ve walked over to get to you, the walls I’ve torn down, the fears I’ve pushed aside for you?” Her eyes misted with tears. “Have you not seen how harder it's gotten for me to leave you on the weekends and go back to my place?”

She paced around the bathroom and swiped at her eyes with a choked laugh. “I made so much room in my heart for you, and your love filled up every corner of it. Gods, I didn’t realize how amazing loving you would feel. And I am going to do everything I can to protect, nurture, and defend that love! I’m not going to run off, so stop thinking I will!”

Her gaze was so intense it could carve me in half. I stared back at her in dumb disbelief. For the first time, I realized I knew nothing about relationships. My overwhelming need to hear Tristen utter those three words had made me miss the signs right in front of me. Tristen had changed so much in the few months I’d known her. She had let me in bit by bit.

A lone tear running down her cheek broke me out of my stupor. Drawing close, I brushed it away, gently stroking her face with my thumb.

“You…you love me?” I stuttered, a part of me scared to reconfirm and the other needing that affirmation.

“So much. I wouldn’t survive if-if…”

I placed my finger over her lips to silence her fears.

“Please, say it one more time,” I begged.

“I love you, Lorcan Greene. I am madly in love with you.”

Tristen rose on her toes, taking my face in both of her delicate hands. A gruff groan rumbled in my chest when she slipped past my lips and brushed her tongue against mine. She tasted delicious. I speared my tongue to drink more from her sweet mouth, but she pulled back with a smirk, leaving me panting. My girl was such a tease.

I tangled my hand in her hair, angling back her head and staring at her with the hunger of a starving man. Fuck. It felt surreal that this woman, this gorgeous goddess of a woman, was as madly in love with me as I was with her. Latching my lips on the crook of her neck, I kissed along her jawline, promising her words back to her.

“I will nurture our love. I will protect our love. I will defend our love.”

Tristen moaned, sinking into my touch like she was drunk on my declarations of love. She grasped my biceps to steady herself, and I lifted her up onto the bathroom countertop. Her pebbled nipples rose and fell beneath her peach silk cami with each heavy breath. Sliding my hand to Tristen’s chest, I cupped the swell of her breast and captured its peak between my fingers. She arched her back, pushing more of her luscious breast into my hand.

“I want you, my love,” I rasped, grazing across her thick lips.

“I want you too, my love.”

My love. Fucking finally!

I peeled back to observe Tristen in this moment of ecstasy. She was ethereal. Every inch of her was divine. And I wanted nothing more than to mark her golden skin with love bites.

I trailed a finger along her inner thigh, feeling her shiver beneath me until I reached her soaked center. Tristen moaned and arched her hips, her core taking my finger up to the knuckle. She was wet for days.

“All this for me?” I growled in her ear.

“Yes,” she cried out, spreading her legs further apart. With a smile, I twisted my digit in and out of her at a torturously slow pace.

“Do you want to come on my tongue, or are my fingers too much for you to wait?”

“I need-I need to come on your cock first.”

I chuckled. Leave it to my little lawyer to always bring a third option to the table.

“Your wish is my command.”

I gripped the silk cami covering her perky breasts and ripped it in two. Tristen’s bosom pressed against my chest, her supple flesh driving me wild. My hands rushed to undo my belt buckle, and I lowered my zipper. Taking hold of my dick, I ran it along her slick folds.

“Is this what you want, mo cuishle?” I asked above her whimpers of pleasure. “Do you want to be filled with my cock until the world ceases to exist?”

I pushed my crown past her tightness.

“N-no, Lorcan,” she moaned. “I don’t want you. I need you. I need you, my love.”

Fuck. Everything this woman said went straight through my soul and left me at her mercy. Whenever she uttered that four-letter word, I was bound to her every wish.

I held Tristen against me as I slowly sank inside her. Our hearts danced to the same rhythm, and the melody was soul-stirring. I was falling, floating, and flying all at the same time.

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