Page 45 of Lorcan

“Hey.”

The voice that came out wasn’t my usual, strong one. It was weak and nervous. It had taken him by surprise, not that you’d know it if you didn’t know him, but he’d tensed at the sound of my voice. Slowly, he turned around, and I saw that steely gaze that could send shivers down my spine and my clit pulsing at the same time.

Surely, it was scary that he could frighten and turn me on at the same time, right?

“Hey, you all right?” he asked me, his voice deep and alluring.

“Yeah, I just…didn’t expect to wake up alone.”

“I was…giving you space.”

“Why?” I asked him, wanting desperately for him to give me a reason why I felt like this.

“You went through something traumatic,” he replied, “You don’t need me to overwhelm you right now.”

“What if I want to be overwhelmed by you?”

Lorcan didn’t speak, but I could see how his gaze changed, and he took in what I was wearing. I started to walk toward him. To his credit, he didn’t move. He was rooted to the spot and I loved that.

“If you keep coming toward me like a cat on heat, I won’t be able to stop fucking you into next week,” he said, his voice a low growl that did a lot of things to my nether regions.

“Why only next week? Why not next month?” I taunted, playing with him. I could see the reaction I was causing and it gave me all the confidence in what I was about to do.

“Bridget…”

Oh god, the way he said my name as if it were a warning. I wanted this man to devour me whole.

“Maybe I’ll be the one fucking you into next month,” I said, almost on a whisper as I circled him like a shark. My hand grazed over the back of his palm as I came to stand in front of him, looking up at the monster of a man in front of me. I didn’t know how my knees hadn’t buckled as I caught the smell of whiskey and a strong leather smell mingling together.

He was trying to hold back, trying to stop himself from touching me, I could tell, but he wasn’t going to last.

There was no way in hell I was leaving this room today without him carrying me. I reached up this buckle and undid the belt, whipping it from the loops of his pants before I undid his button and slid the zipper down. His sharp intake of breath had my insides clawing to take over as I touched the soft velvet of his cock, hard and sturdy under the pants.

“You want control?” he asked me, his voice almost breaking from the pressure building below the surface.

“Iwillhave control, Lorcan,” I said in his ear as I licked the underside of his jaw, feeling the whiskers of his days old beard prickle my tongue. Mmmm, this man tasted fucking good. The harsh intake of his breath told me how close he was to taking over. I had to make sure he knew I could be the one to takehisbreath away too.

“Get on your knees,” I told him. He didn’t move. “Did I stutter?”

Slowly, Lorcan knelt down in front of me, his head still coming up to my chest. Jesus, he was so fucking big. I grabbed the belt from the floor and shifted to grab one of his hands, then the other, lifting them over his head until I had secured them in the leather belt and helped him to lie down on the ground, looping the leather around the base of the heavy leather chair. Lorcan was letting me do this. He could just as easily stop me and take me any way he wanted but with a flare of his nostrils, I could see he wanted me to do this to him.

He wanted me just like I wanted him.

And that in itself was the hottest aphrodisiac you could ever have.

He tried to move his hands but the belt was secured well around the foot of the chair. I heard a grunt come from deep inside him and smiled, knowing that he wasn’t used to letting people take control of him. Maybe I was the first, and fuck if I were, that just made this all the more alluring. I straddled him, rubbing myself over the denim material of his jeans, the friction alone could send me tumbling as he looked up at me with fire in his eyes.

I moved down to feel the holster at his ankle, pulling the blade free. I saw his eyes widen in surprise. I’d seen before that he always kept a weapon on him, and this was just perfect for what I intended to do.

I gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled the sharp side of the blade upward, ripping the material off him. I looked down at his heavily tattooed chest, moving my nails over the intricate celtic knots and shamrocks over his pecs. Lorcan threw his head back, panting heavily as I moved lower, moving the knife over his skin softly.

He groaned a couple of curse words as I slowly, so slowly, made my way lower.

“Do it,” he grunted. “Fucking mark me.”

Instantly, I was thrown by what he was asking, and then the strong sense of what I needed to do overcame me.

Fuck. I did want to mark him. I wanted to put my initials into his skin and make him mine, because fuck, he had already claimed me for his. I’d never be with anyone else, ever again, and I knew it. Lorcan wasn’t someone you simply “got over”.

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