Page 38 of Princess of Pride
“That’s a good wife.”
Reaching up, I send my fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp and arch my back, so my ass is against his cock and my breasts are shoved forward.
“I know what you’re doing.” He kisses where my neck meets my shoulder.
I lick his palm more, slipping my tongue between the space of his fingers.
He groans again and murmurs, “Cat-fiadhaich.” It sounds Gaelic.
His big hand moves from my ribs to my breast, cupping the bottom half before moving slowly upward. I suck in a breath and hold it when his thumb grazes my beaded nipple.
Don’t moan. Don’t do it. Hold it in.
I love nipple play and have dreamed of having a mouth on that part of my body. The one time a guy made it that far was with Gabe. He massaged my breasts through my bra but not in the way I wanted. I thought he was going slow for me out ofrespect. After learning he was using me, I was left to wonder if he wanted me at all or just my money.
Lachlan’s mouth moves to my ear again. “Fuck my fingers with your tongue.”
I stiffen, and my panties soak more. The way he’s talking to me is crude. I shouldn’t like it.
“Don’t be shy.” His thumb brushes my nipple again and again, the sensation driving me wild.
I send my tongue in and out of the slit between his fingers, doing as he said while he continues to massage the sensitive peak of my breast. My skin feels feverish, my body humming with needs I’ve yet to have met by anyone ever. He pinches my nipple and a bolt of pleasure shoots to my increasingly throbbing core.
God, I love this. I want this. I want more. I’m all sensations, tonguing, panting, and rubbing my backside against his engorged cock. It feels so good. I don’t want it to end. Never did I imagine I would do this, orlikedoing this. This isn’t me. It never has been. But then, I was always careful not to get turned on. I knew I couldn’t do more than a few kisses or else one of dad’s guard dogs would break up the moment. Knowing no one is coming to stop this excites me more.
“You want it, don’t you?” Lachlan says and bites my shoulder. At the same time, he pinches my nipple.
I jerk, on the verge of an orgasm—something I’ve never been able to give to myself. Something I’ve never been able to have with another person. Something I never knew I wanted so badly until now.
“Lachlan.” His name is a muffled plea against his hand.
He scoops me into his arms in one swoop and carries me toward the bedroom. I’m shocked, heated, and needy for his hand to be back on my nipple.
I try to shift higher in his arms so I can kiss him and shove my tongue into his mouth like I did with his fingers.
He squeezes me tighter, keeping me too low to reach his face.
I cup his neck and try to pull him to me. Ineedhis lips on mine.
“Lachlan,” I snap, desperate for him to kiss me.
How did I go from trying to escape to this?
He stops at the bed and drops me onto the mattress. I bounce, my dress bunched up around my thighs.
Not the most romantic way to put me on the bed, but whatever. I’m here now. We’re here.
Lachlan stares down at me, his gaze following my bare legs up to my flat tummy then to my breasts and hard nipples. He could strip me. I’d let him. Desire flares in his eyes. He rubs the stubble on his chin as if deciding where to start.
Seconds pass. I don’t want to count them. I want him to touch me.
“One night?” he says.
What? What is he asking? One night with me? “Yes.” I agree.
“Take off your dress. Show me what’s mine.”
I do not belong to him, but in this moment, I don’t mind his possessiveness. It’s working for me.
