Page 64 of Lorcan's Obsession

"Ohmygod, Lorcan."

His thrusts were merciless, rearranging my insides with every push. I clamped around his cock as he pulsated inside me, driving us to reach the constellations in our debauched pleasure. The stars and moon would witness our unhinged rapture.

"Lorcan, I—" Gleeful, satiated tears pooled at the corners of my eyes. My muscles spasmed. My legs threatened to collapse as the ecstasy swirled through me like a hurricane.

"I know, baby, let go. Come for me. Come on my cock. Come on that shiny piercing like you wanted," Lorcan ordered with a low growl. His grip on my thighs tightened, and he drove into me at the speed of the devil.

I splintered, giving him everything, showed him that everything I was could be his to take, his to worship, his to adore. And with the final roar of an alpha claiming his prize, he came deep inside me. His hot seed filled me until he emptied the last drop.

"You are mine, Tristen Morgana," he said, driving his hips against mine, slackening thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. "And I'm going to spend every minute tonight inside you, reminding you I'm yours."

This man had exceeded my wildest fantasies, leaving me able to only moan one thing.

"Yes!"

24

GLORIOUS MORNING

This woman was born to be mine.

Seven hours we’d fucked, and it still wasn’t nearly enough. I didn’t just need her; I craved to be inside her, to take everything she wanted to give me.

When I entered her, she had transcended my wildest fantasies of our first time together. Tristen was every bit the inexplicable obsession I’d conjured in my mind. Beyond perfect. Her body was so responsive to me. Every touch was like a jolt of electricity that got her whimpering and writhing in ecstasy, while her walls choked me whenever I inched forward. I nearly blew my load like an inexperienced schoolboy after only ten seconds inside her.

There was no way we were going to be a one-time thing. Not a fucking chance. We were going to be long-term—just as soon as I could get her on board with the program.

Her energy and hunger matched mine. She swallowed my groans with kisses as we christened all surfaces in the Bedouin tent, nutting it like animals in the wild claiming their right. The sheets were doused with her arousal, and after much convincing, she agreed to relax in the bubble bath while I changed the sheets.

Now, she was sleeping peacefully beside me, all tuckered out and gently snoring. Those delicious curves rose and fell with every breath, and her long lashes fluttered in slumber. But even as I caressed the silky strands of her gorgeous curly hair, my dick began to harden once more. Every second I stared down at her contented form only strengthened the animal urge to claim her over and over.

We would mark each other again before the sunlight poured through the open roof. There was no question. I grazed my foot against her bare skin, but she barely stirred. Tristen was clearly worn out, but she’d already slept for an hour. Surely I’d performed well enough to make her want more.

Before claiming her again, I wanted to capture this moment—of Tristen looking blissfully sated and ethereal because I'd consumed her inside out. Reaching for my phone, I zoomed in on her exquisite face before snapping my newest screensaver. I stared at my phone and then back at her again. Saints, I'd hit the fucking jackpot if she agreed to become mine exclusively.

The need to have her again roared inside me, and I traced her naked curves with a single finger. She purred and shifted those golden-brown legs, driving me onward. I dove below the pristine white sheet and ran a trail of peppered kisses along her thighs. My hand crept up to her folds, ready to torment her.

“Mm…baby, I need more sleep,” she mumbled.

“But he is awake.”

I ground my hot erection against her leg. Tristen chuckled—a throaty, gorgeous sound. She threw the sheet over her head and joined me beneath the covers in our own little fort.

“How can you be this hard again after the night we had?”

Peering up at her, I stopped laying kisses on her honey-golden skin. “Because I want you. All of you.”

Not just her body. I wanted the real Tristen Morgana underneath this role. I wanted to keep seeing her. But I wouldn’t push my luck and say any of that to her, not after the solid win I’d gotten last night. Judging by the hesitation on Tristen’s face, now was definitely not the time.

“Well, what if we stayed another night?” she offered. “Would that be enough for you?”

“No. It wouldn’t. But it’d be a great start because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

With that, I began tonguing her belly button, working my way south. She fisted my hair, halting my progress.

I growled, “You’re interrupting my breakfast, love.”

“My pussy is full of your stormtroopers. You like your breakfast smoothie creamy and salty?”

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