Page 119 of Lorcan's Obsession

I nodded, half delirious. Lorcan thrust his hips faster than a man could move in water. But what could I say? No one and nothing could make me orgasm like my man.

His hand pressed against my throat, increasing the sensitivity of every breath, every rush, every heartbeat. Stars danced before my eyes as his platinum-tipped dick pushed past my cervix again and again. I grasped his wrist tightly.

“Lor-Lorc…”

“Not. Yet,” Lorcan growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

I cried out his name in a hoarse whisper, but my voice was trapped by his fingers. My legs kicked and splashed water around us as I reached the point of no return. The air thinning and thinning…

“Come. For. Me.”

His command came from nirvana itself. There was no time nor space, only pleasure. Blissful tears streamed down my face, and I lost myself in the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had.

When I came down from that high, the world looked surreal. Everything sparkled and shone under the bright sunlight in a way I had never seen before. Perhaps the world simply mirrored how I was feeling.

Lorcan had carried me in his arms, having wrapped me in a floral beach towel. His silver eyes looked down at me gently, as if I was a delicate star that had just fallen from the sky.

What we had between us was more than love. Lorcan understood me at my core, encouraged me to be vulnerable, and nurtured my feelings for him until they flourished. He wasn’t just a damn good lover. He was my one and only.

And he deserved to know everything.

“Lorcan,” I rasped. “There’s something I need to—”

“Hush, my love. You are still coming down from that holy hells orgasm.” A triumphant grin pulled at the end of his lips. “Whatever you have to tell me can wait. You are all I need right now.”

Nuzzling against Lorcan’s chest, I tried again to open my mouth, but the words wouldn’t put themselves in order. The last twenty-four hours had been a roller-coaster, and I was exhausted. The warm sun, his rhythmic steps, and the steady beating of his heart all lulled me into a peaceful slumber.

A door chime woke us late in the afternoon. The private chef was setting up outdoor dining for us. We took a quick shower and made ourselves presentable before joining the rest of the group. Dom was uncorking the Puligny-Montrachet white wine, while Kora was busy scraping oysters from their shells.

Orange flames crackled and snapped as the chef grilled the lobster and brushed it with truffle butter. Mia served pieces of seared scallops on everyone’s plate, while Selena drizzled jalapeno sauce on the salad. Lorcan and I were pampered and told to relax until dinner was served.

The meal was exquisite, and the mood at the table was delightful. We chatted about all sorts of topics, moving smoothly from one conversation to another as we enjoyed the sumptuous food. Lorcan loved the grilled lobster, and my favorite dish was the seared scallops. It was definitely one of the best dinners I had with my friends in years.

Once the plates were cleared, everyone ordered their favorite drink and lounged about. Lorcan took the opportunity to drape his arm across my shoulder, gently pulling me close. Kora cut her eyes at the gesture, and my stomach knotted with anxiety. She was a bit unpredictable when liquor was in her veins.

“You two seem to be quite fast in the kiss-and-make-up department,” she prodded.

Lorcan kissed the top of my head. “I read somewhere that couples shouldn’t go to bed angry, which is why I flew here in the middle of the night to put a smile on her face.”

I tipped my chin, gazing at him adoringly as the arresting scent of his aftershave wafted past my nostrils. It was true; last night he’d made me smile. And shriek. And a whole host of other naughty noises.

“If you are both in it for the right reasons, perhaps dropped the L-word, and discussed how you want to live in the future, then you are all set!” Kora went on, earning a glare from me and questionable looks from the rest of our friends and Lorcan.

“I think it’s time to leave the lovebirds alone,” Selena prompted, rising from her chair and nudging at Kora’s back. We hugged each other goodbye as they left to pack their bags. Lorcan leaned against the wall, idly holding his whiskey.

“Is everything good with you and Kora? She seemed on edge.”

“What? Yeah. We’re good.” I gulped down a mouthful of rum. “It’s just…you know, the alcohol talking. Loosens her lips, makes her say things. Baggage, and all that.”

Lorcan hummed in thought, nodding. “I get it. Your friends care about you and worry that a rich guy like me is only with you for one thing.” He pushed himself from the wall and walked over. “But we’ll prove them all wrong in the best way possible. Won’t we, my love?”

He wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my face and holding me gently in his strong embrace.

“Yeah,” I murmured.

My conscience reproached me for chickening out. But I wasn’t being a coward; it wasn’t the right time. Kora wasn’t going to push me into opening up if I wasn't ready. I would tell him when we were back home. Now, I simply wanted to enjoy this beautiful night with my love.

Together, we lounged on the beach chairs, gazing up at the stars twinkling in the night. Lorcan took me to bed just as gray began to lighten the pre-dawn sky. We caressed each other, professing our love in word and deed until it was time to go to the airport.

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