Page 43 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

I pressed my body against him, chasing the light after being in the dark for so long. He groaned and his mouth moved to my neck. In a haze, I registered that he was walking through the castle, but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered but us. His first kiss was my gateway to the light that I’d always be drawn to, like a moth.

I heard the door shut with a slam behind us. I had no sense of time or place, just him. All the despair and loneliness I had been feeling for so long started to melted away with each touch and each kiss. At this moment, he was all that mattered to me. The only thing I needed.

He sat me on the bed, his hands climbing along my legs, my thighs. He pushed my dress up, bunching it at my waist as his hands reached my panties. Enjoying his touch, my eyes closed and my breathing turned heavy. Wherever he touched, he branded my skin. His mouth was against mine while his fingers moved over my swollen sex. It had been so long since I felt desire. This almost felt overwhelming but I needed everything he would give right now. His fingers brushed against my panties and I knew he’d feel how wet I was.

I ached with need for him. I didn’t want to stop or think. I just wanted to feel him. His lips left mine, as his fingers rubbed, teased. He kneeled in front of me, spread my legs apart, my heart thundering wildly in anticipation. I felt his hot lips on the inside of my thigh. His tongue licked my panty line, and I moaned softly. His fingers skimmed under my panties, exposing me to his touch.

“Oh,” I sighed.

He removed my panties, and his hands slid my legs further apart. I felt his groan more than I heard it as his mouth, hot and wet, covered my most sensitive part. His tongue flicked my clit in lazy circles, his fingers parting me, and dipping in. He sucked on my nub, making me arch into his mouth, wanting more of him as his tongue worked me harder, faster. My panting increased, low moans breaking silence.

“Lachlan,” his name left my lips in whispered desperation. With my hands in his hair, I pressed myself further into his mouth, rocking my hips to his tongue without an ounce of shame.

As if he understood, he increased his suction. The pressure in my body intensified, and the building pleasure was so potent, like never before.

My breath came out shallow, ragged as I surrendered to his expert mouth and the oblivion it brought on. My body exploded into an orgasm, and I shook against him, consumed in extreme ecstasy. I wanted that feeling to last forever.

He came up to my lips, his intense gaze on me. He leaned and kissed me hard on the lips, like he owned me.

“There is no going back after this,” his voice was deep, hint of dark warning.

I wanted him so badly. I couldn’t focus on anything but my need and all I could hear was the beating of my own heart.

“Look at me,” he whispered his lips against mine.

Our eyes locked and I saw his desire reflecting mine. “I want all of you, including all your broken pieces. And when I fuck you, I want your eyes on me. Only me. There is no room for anyone else here… just you and me.”

Silence stretched, his eyes intent on me. “Yes?” he asked. It was my last chance to stop him.

“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes never wavering from him.

His cool control was completely gone. He pulled my dress off, leaving my body exposed to his gaze. Instinctively, my hands covered my breast and I crossed my legs, self-conscious about my naked body under his gaze.

He caught my wrists in each of his hands and pried my hands away from my body. His eyes never wavered from me as he brought each wrist to his lips and kissed my scars, reminders that would stay with me till the day I died. My heart in my throat, I gazed at him through heavy lids, waiting for something, not sure what.

“These are your past now,” he mumbled against my scar, his eyes watching me. “I won’t let anything hurt you again.”

And that was the moment, I knew I was lost to him, whether he ended up being my salvation or my final straw. I stood up, and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt with my trembling fingers. Impatient, he ripped his shirt off from the seams and buttons flew all around us, clicking across the ground.

My heart was beating fast, thumping wildly. I wanted him inside me. I was sensitive everywhere. I wrapped my hands around his neck, my fingers in his hair.

“I need to be inside you, Eve,” he said in a hard voice. The desperation in his features made me shiver.

“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly.

The belt jingled and before I knew it, his pants were off. He lifted me up into his arms and laid us on the bed with me straddling him. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and he let out a groan.

Rubbing the head of his cock against my folds, he lined us up. With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly eased inside me. I felt every inch of his hardness pushing and stretching me. His face tensed up as he filled me to the hilt, his fingers dipped on my hips as he slowly pulled back.

His hard body on mine, he thrust hard, faster and deeper, again and again. Moans escaped my lips. He captured them with his mouth against mine. Being one every time he thrusted into me, we shared the same breath. His hands held my hips possessively, not allowing me to move.

My eyes fluttered shut, lost in ecstasy.

“Open your eyes,” he groaned hard, his hot breath on my skin. “I want your eyes on me.”

“Lachlan,” I moaned, clutching his back, peering at him through heavy eyelids. The pleasure was running through my body, and I was so close. “Please don’t stop.”

He thrust harder and faster.

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