Page 82 of Lorcan's Obsession

“Yes.”

He captured my bottom lip between his teeth. Shivers ran up and down my spine, and my eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his husky voice making me breathless. I immediately met his feral, possessive gaze. “Everyone you meet tomorrow will know you are mine. And they will tell everyone they know that Tristen Morgana is Lorcan’s woman.”

Before I could respond, the most intense pain tore through my lip, and at the exact same instant, his hips surged forward, filling me to the hilt in one move. It was as if someone had spit-roasted me and set my body on fire. The sensations overwhelmed me. Paralyzed me. Pain and pleasure battled for dominance inside of me and I felt lost in my own body.

“Breathe,” he demanded.

I blinked in acknowledgment, my body instinctively molding to his as I regained the use of my lungs. When Lorcan let go of my lip, a steady trickle of blood started ran down my chest. Panic fluttered in my stomach until I gazed at him. His piercing silver eyes were wolfish with raw desire. He had intended to mark me this way and fuck if it didn't make me feral for him.

Lorcan nuzzled his nose and cheeks against my crimsoned breasts, caressing me with my blood as a lubricant, staining his ivory skin until he looked like a well-fed beast in the wild.

“All mine,” he growled, and the rumble went straight to my core.

His mouth latched onto my chest, sucking and licking the blood from my skin and clothes like a starving caveman. He began to grunt, fucking me harder and more ferociously, pushing me upward with the force of his thrusts.

“Oh my god! Lorcan! Mmnn…a-aahh...fuuuck!” I screamed, seeing him that feral for me had me ready to explode into the euphoric realm.

My arms were still pulled taut in a lustful imitation of a statue of Christ, pinned to the glass by his strong, bloodied hands. My body was convulsing from the orgasm tearing through me, and I moaned like a woman possessed, louder and louder.

“Use your words, baby,” Lorcan ordered.

White spots exploded across my vision. I arched my back with an unholy scream.

“Yes! I will be your girlfriend!”

He continued fucking me through my orgasm, and when I came back from that life-altering high, his blood-smeared face hovered above mine, an arrogant grin on those crimson lips. “Do you mean that?” he asked.

At that moment, he looked eerily divine. Like an ancient god sated only by blood and lust.

“Yes, I do. I want to be your girlfriend,” I whispered in adoration.

Gripping his cheeks with both hands, I claimed his mouth. Blood and saliva mixed on our taste buds, and we both groaned in a frenzy. With a passionate bellow, Lorcan turned me around and fucked me from behind until my knees buckled. But he was far from finished. Steadying my hips, he kept railing me against that window until with a triumphant roar, he came long and hard inside me. This feeling, this pleasure, it was indescribable.

Unlike the caveman sex we just had, Lorcan was tender when he washed the blood off me in his multi-jet shower. He took his time cleaning me with relaxing gels while carefully avoiding my burst lip. While doing our skincare night routines at the double vanity, I asked a question that had been nagging me for a while.

"Lor, you have many bottles of Macallan in your wet bar. Why is there one inside the closet?"

"Because it's a collectible, and the last gift my mom left me for my twenty-first birthday."

"Oh. I see."

"Yeah," Lorcan answered, sullenly glancing at my reflection in the mirrors while grooming his stubble. "I wouldn't want anyone to drink it or risk breaking it."

"I understand that."

I stood behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso and watching him finish his routine.

"Now, what does my girlfriend want for dinner?"

"Take out. In bed. Complete with dessert."

Lorcan chuckled, his steely roving over my body like he had just seen me naked for the first time. "I know what I'm having for dessert."

"You are not nipping my pussy like you did my lip."

"I would never do that. I need to keep at least one hole functional. And until you offer me the rear one, I gotta play smart."

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