Page 299 of By His Rule

We’re pulling into my underground parking lot in record time, and only a minute later, I have both our luggage in my hand and I’m racing toward the elevator.

“Did you just remember you left the oven on or something?” Lorelei teases from behind me.

I look back over my shoulder and let my eyes roam down the length of her body.

“No, it’s more important than that.”

The second I’m inside the elevator, I drop the suitcases on the floor with a loud thud in favor of reaching for her.

Her shriek of fright fills the small space as I push her against the back wall.

“Do you have any idea how badly I need you,” I ask, my eyes locked on hers.

She swallows thickly. “I-I have a good idea, yeah.”

Without warning, I push my hand inside her jeans.

“Oh my god, Kian.”

I groan the second my fingers connect with her soaked pussy.

“Yeah, you get it,” I muse, pressing my hard cock against her hip, letting her know that I feel her frustration just as potently.

I push lower, letting my fingers dip inside her, teasing her with what she could have before quickly pulling them away again.

“Tease,” she breathes, her eyes blown with desire as I lift my fingers to my lips and suck.

“Delicious.”

Her chin drops and her eyes darken. But before she gets a chance to act, the elevator dings and the doors open.

“Home sweet home,” I muse before picking up our luggage and marching toward my front door, leaving her to rush after me.

There’s no doubt she will—she was just about to climb me like a tree.

My chest is heaving and my cock is trying to bust out of my pants as I let myself into the apartment and stalk into the kitchen.

I once again drop the luggage, but I don’t do anything else for a couple of seconds. Instead, I take a moment to breathe.

The calm before the storm.

“Kian, what are you?—”

The second she’s in reaching distance, I pull her in front of me and wrap one arm around her back. The other lifts, my fingers sinking into her hair as I slam our lips together.

Our kiss is frantic. Our hands are everywhere as we tug at clothing in the hope it disappears.

She shoves my t-shirt up around my chest, and I help her out by reaching behind me and pulling it off. The second my skin is exposed, her hands are roaming, making a violent shudder rip down my spine.

“Lorelei,” I groan, dragging her shirt off, quickly followed by her bra.

“Yes,” she cries when I duck my head and suck on her nipples.

She throws her head back, giving me free rein of her body.

In seconds, I have her jeans open and I’m dropping to my knees before her and dragging them down her legs.

They’re so skinny, it’s a fight to get them off her feet, but I finally manage it, and her panties quickly follow before being discarded somewhere behind me.

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