Page 88 of Lamb

I shook my head. I could not.

Finger and thumb cupped my chin and pulled me up to face him.

Dark brown eyes stared at me as he searched and observed my face. I could not bear to meet his gaze. His expression was set in a stern frown, and the guilt churned.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, catching me off guard. “I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

I shook my head. “I am weak,” I admitted, hating the reality crashing down around me. “I am pathetic. I could not even stand five minutes before I—”

Lips pressed against mine, my words lost between the gesture. Lamb held me tight, his lips moving softly over mine, gentle and tender. My fight slipped from my fingers, despair and frustration softening with his touch.

Lamb pulled away, those bright, simmering brown eyes still and steady on mine. “You are anything but. You are strong, and you are stubborn,” Lamb whispered, his words running over my skin. “It may have been five minutes this time, but next time, it will be ten. Then ten minutes will turn into an hour. An hour into days. Days into months. And months into years,” Lamb carried on, reaching up with both hands to hold my face, his lips punctuating his words with soft, peppered kisses against my forehead, eyes, nose, and lips, each touch leaving soothing tingles. “I told you.” Lamb’s lips grazed over mine. “I will not let you fail.”

Lamb kissed me again, deeper, softer, and I found my resolve melting into him. He wrapped his hands tightly around my neck, his thumbs pressing into my jaw, forcing me to tilt back my head as he rose. My lips refused to part from his, growing into a feverous desperation as I clung to his, wrapping my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist.

The soft kisses turned into something fast and rushed and, suddenly, we could not get enough of each other. I kissed him fervently, his touches letting me breathe and his heat pumping blood through my veins. Lamb returned it, his grip almost painful on my hips, fingers holding me still as he pressed my back onto the bed.

“Lamb,” I whispered against him. “Please,” I begged, not sure what I was asking.

Lamb knew. Lamb always knew.

He let go of my waist for a second, and my hips bucked, mourning his tight hold. In the second his hands were gone, my jeans slid from my waist, my underwear gone with them.

I clawed at his shirt and dragged it up over his shoulders, the kiss breaking just for a moment as I tore the material off his head and tossed it to the side. In that split-second we looked at each, I saw a fire raging in Lamb’s eyes. It was molten, and it burst across my skin and core. I drenched at the power raging behind that expression, and I could see that, this time, unlike any other time that monster had reared its head, he was not thinking. No more calculated, cunning movements. This was pure and powerful. Raw emotion rampaged between us that neither of us could stop.

I grew hot in my core as Lamb made quick work of the rest of my clothes and his. His hot, raging length stood against his abs, the deep red head staring at me with intention and desperation. I reached down, my fingers just grazing the tip of his head.

That was as far as I got.

My arms were launched above my head, and my wrists were caged between a wide, strong hand for the second time today. Lamb pinned my hands above my head, and I opened my mouth to argue, but the second I looked at him, the words stopped dead on my lips.

Lamb’s face was flushed red, his chest panting, breaths staggered, and teeth pressing down tight on his lips.

“Lamb?”

“We can’t—” Lamb swallowed, and I could see it in his eyes. The fight for control. The raging heat that took over was now battling with the Lamb inside. The urge to take what he wanted and the need to stop and think struggled for dominance.

“Lamb,” I whined, my hips bucking up against him, the burning in my core not liking this whole thinking business. I did not care which side of Lamb took over, I just wanted to relieve the burning itch. “Please,”

“Fuck,” Lamb growled. I thought he would take longer to argue, but he must have come to some conclusion.

I was unsure how he did it, but one moment, I was on my back, and the next, I was on my belly. Lamb’s hand still pinned my arms above my head, my face now getting a mouthful of bedsheets. I opened my mouth to argue, but Lamb had other plans.

His free hand slipped beneath my waist, and he lifted my hips, the hot rod of his dick resting against my ass.

I did not get time to try to figure out what he was up to as, suddenly, his hot, burning dick slid between my thighs. I gasped as his tip pushed through my folds, hot and burning, and my core throbbed in response.

I groaned into the pillow as Lamb began to work himself back and forth through my folds, his dick curving up to my clitoris with each slow, gyrating thrust.

This was not what I had in mind, but my body did not care. Each thrust was enough to send me spiralling up and up. His hot shaft teased the entrance of my vagina, throbbing and clenching with each slow push. He kept the rhythm soft and steady, his hard grunting pants in my ear making me rise higher and higher.

It was so close to sex, but not, and toeing the line just seemed to drive my body more insane. It was both not enough and too much as he quickened the pace. His chest rubbed against my back as his sweat mingled with mine, our bodies moving with each lubricated thrust.

I was climbing higher and higher, and my head went dizzy as I struggled to breathe between the sheets. I was suffocating, but it only served to drive me higher.

I knew when Lamb was close as his hips began to work harder, his thrusts becoming sharper and bruising into my ass. He slid his hand down from his bracing hold and found my clit. His fingers rubbed the bundle of nerves, hitting the tip of his cock with each thrust, and his hot, gravelly moans in my ear were erotic.

Lamb’s fingers worked faster and faster until we were both about to hit that ledge. My hands dug into the pillow, and Lamb’s clamped down around my wrist as we rose to that final edge together. Lamb’s mouth pressed against the nape of my neck, and too caught up in my moaning climb, I did not realise what he was doing before Lamb bit into my skin, and that sharp spike of pain sent me over.

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