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He kept one arm about her waist to hold her in place as he gripped her stubborn chin firmly between the thumb and index finger of his other hand before lowering his head and claiming those lips with his own.

Belle was initially so surprised that her hallucination now included having Lachlan Drake kiss her, when she’d never fantasized about any man kissing her before now, that her lips parted instinctively, and her arms moved up about his shoulders. She gave a low moan as she entangled her fingers in the silky softness of his unusual silver hair.

Still lost in the pleasure of those kisses, she moved so that she straddled his thick and muscular thighs, her pussy pressed against the throbbing hardness of his engorged cock.

Belle began to press and rub her aroused pussy lips and swollen clit against that hard length as their kisses grew hungrier still,teeth biting, tongues licking. Lachlan thrust his tongue deep into the heat of her mouth as he claimed her there.

Her arms tightened around his neck, and she continued to return his kisses as he rose easily to his feet, the firm grasp of his hands on either side of her bottom keeping her pressed against him from his hard chest to her parted thighs.

He placed her carefully down on the bed, and Belle watched him as he slid down her body until his face was level with her parted thighs.

She gasped as his head lowered, and he grasped hold of her panties between his teeth before ripping them from her body. Cold air brushed briefly over her exposed pussy.

“Ye’re sae wet for me,” he admired as his large fingers parted her folds before scooping up some of her release to stroke it all over her pussy and clit. “Delicious,” he groaned as his tongue lapped up all those juices for long and pleasurable minutes.

Belle groaned as he sucked her throbbing clit into his mouth, the flat of his tongue pressing and then licking that sensitive bundle of nerves until the pleasure grew to be too much, and her climax exploded and crashed over her.

She felt the muscles in her empty channel contract and release, wanting, wanting— “God, yes,” she encouraged breathily as one thick finger thrust into her wetness, then another, filling her, stretching her as a third finger joined the first two and thrust deep and hard inside her.

One of those fingers bent, pressing and stroking against a bundle of nerves inside her in the same rhythm as he sucked her clit.

Her second climax was even stronger and harder than the first, her contracting channel tight about those three thrusting fingers.

“Again, my beautiful Belle,” he encouraged thickly, his breath a warm caress against her aching flesh before he lowered his head and sucked fiercely on her oversensitive clit, tongue pressing hard against that exposed nubbin.

Her third climax hit with the force of a tornado, lifting her higher and higher until she felt as if she were floating.

“Do ye believe I’m real now, Belle?”

Belle crashed back to earth at the sound of the arousal in Lachlan’s voice. Which was when she realized she was lying back on the bed, her limbs as limp as noodles while the rest of her body was aching and satiated.

Lachlan was directly above her, supporting himself on his elbows as his hands cradled either side of her face.

Belle had no idea what she believed and could only stare up at Lachlan as she continued to revel in the pleasure from his hands, lips, and tongue.

Tears burned her eyes as she once again accepted this had to all be a figment of her deluded imagination.

Lachlan didn’t exist except in her dying mind.

She could never remember fantasizing about a man who looked as gorgeous as Lachlan, but she must have done for her to have imagined him being here with her now so vividly. Not just with her, but being kissed and made love to by him.

None of it was real.

But oh, how grateful she was for the fantasy of him being with her now. His presence, his kisses, and the intimate way he had touched her and given her pleasure. They all made her feel cherished and cared for. Something Belle now realized she had ached to feel since she had been left alone at such a young age.

Which was probably why she was having this fantasy when she was about to die?—

“I can see I’ll have to go with the other alternative after all,” Lachlan grumbled as he rolled to the side before sitting up on the side of the bed.

He once again pulled Belle across his thighs, but this time, he positioned her so that she was lying facedown.

“I didna want to have to do this, my mate,” he grumbled. “But refusing to believe in me or our mating means ye’ve left me with no other choice.”

This, Belle learned only seconds later, was to feel the hard smack of Lachlan’s palm on her bare backside. Then another. Followed by another. And another.

The pain of each one reverberated throughout her whole body. A pain that left Belle with absolutely no doubt this wasn’t a hallucination after all.

Which meant that both her rescue and Lachlan were all too real.

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