Page 105 of Lorcan's Obsession

It felt like the universe was summoning me to announce to the world my feelings for Lorcan. I wanted him. I wanted us. I wanted to be united completely.

“Make love to me, Lorcan,” I affirmed.

I moaned, gnawing on my lower lip when his crown pushed past my entrance, driving my nerves to unbearable wanting. My head fell back, and my eyes fluttered shut. I waited to feel more of him inside me, to feel his piercing graze my walls, to feel his mouth hot on my neck.

“Open your eyes, mo cuishle,” he ordered, “I don’t want to miss a moment tonight.”

I stared at him through my thick lashes. The sinew on his arms and body was stretched to breaking point, no doubt holding himself back from sinking deep in one push.

“I need more of you inside me, Lorcan. Please.”

Our eyes never left each other as Lorcan filled me up, inch by glorious inch. Metal grazed against my sweet spot, sending the nerves into a frenzy. My walls clenched in answer, squeezing him as he pulsed inside me. When he was fully bottomed out in my pussy, he started to rock into me gently. With every slow thrust of his hips, his piercing tickled the right spot inside me to make me lose myself in him.

“Am I doing it right?” Lorcan asked in a fractured whisper.

“I-I wouldn’t know,” I panted, the waves of another orgasm crashing against my body. “You-you’re the first I’ve done this with. And it’s different from anything we’ve ever done together.”

“You are right,” Lorcan groaned in pleasure.

He flipped us around on the mattress, putting me on top. Straddling him, I began to roll my hips against his cock. Every movement caused my breasts to bounce sensually, and I snaked one hand upward to caress them.

Lorcan’s eyes rolled back in his skull, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs. His hips rocked into mine with slow, rhythmic strokes. My back bowed sharply at the primal energy coursing through our bodies.

“How are you feeling?” I asked with a moan.

“Like I–like I found the answer to all of life's questions. You are everything to me, Morgana.”

“I feel the same way, Lorcan.”

Lorcan raised himself up from the bed, staring at me with a startling vulnerability.

“You really mean that?”

“I do.”

We were in bliss. Deep, transcendent bliss for the entire night. Making love, exchanging tender kisses, and wordlessly affirming our feelings for each other until, at last, we both fell into a rejuvenating slumber.

We were so caught up in satiating our sexual and emotional needs that we skipped that scrumptious dinner. At first light, my stomach growled threateningly. I stirred against Lorcan’s stone-cut chest. His morning wood poked at my ass cheeks.

“Mm-hm.” Lorcan tightened his arm around me. “You are not leaving the bed, Morgana.”

“Baby, I’m starving.”

“Open your mouth then. I’ll feed you.”

“Not that kind of food, Lorcan.”

Deep laughter rumbled along my spine as Lorcan trailed kisses down my back. “All right, you have two express breakfast options this morning. You can have LorcanWaffles or LorcanDick. Which one comes first?"

"I think I want to have…"

"Oh-o, I see how it is.” Lorcan pulled away with a wounded chuckle. “My bedroom skills have been one-upped by my griddle.” His words were playful, but I could hear the hurt pride in his voice.

"Babe, I didn’t mean it like that!” I stroked his thigh, pouting softly. “Nobody can satisfy me like you can. But you know what they say about making choices on an empty stomach. And your waffles are simply orgasmic.”

“Mmm, sounds like you’ll squirt faster to the thought of breakfast than of me.”

“That’s my stomach talking! You can’t blame human nature.”

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