Page 59 of Devotion: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 1)

Chapter Seventeen

Two champagne glasses down my throat and twenty minutes later, we rushed out of the ballroom with his arms wrapped around me. A little giggle escaped me as we sneaked down the hallways to avoid everyone. Maybe it was the champagne or maybe it was just Lachlan, but whatever it was, I wanted more of it.

As soon as we shut the bedroom door, Lachlan locked it and pushed his body against mine, my back against the wall. His mouth hard on mine, he smashed my lips in a hungry kiss. He impatiently pushed his tongue into my mouth and I moaned against his lips feeling that familiar ache between my thighs.

My hands worked at loosening his tie and then each button down his crisp white shirt. When finally done with the last button, I pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, tossing it to the side. I explored his chest, enjoying the feel of his warm skin under my fingers. I needed to feel every inch of him. My skin burned everywhere he touched me. I wanted him with every fiber of my being.

He pulled my dress off in one zip and the ballgown pooled at my feet.

“I have a gift for you,” he groaned against my lips.

I opened my eyes, looking at him through heavy lids.

“Now?” I asked in confusion.

“Yes,” his smile was warm but his eyes were dark with desire.

I stood there in my black heels, panties, and bra, aching and sensitive all over. I eyed his strong and hard chest like he was eye candy. He still had his pants on and I regretted not taking them off too. I grazed my fingers down his large shoulders, over his six pack and brushed against his bulge.

He took my wrist, his gaze like burning coal.

“Not yet,” he grunted, taking my mouth for a deep kiss that left me gasping for air.

He picked me up by grabbing my butt and walked us over to his large bed. But he stopped across from it and put me down in front of the large mirror. Reaching into the dresser, he picked up a box. Standing behind me, both of us facing our reflection, I couldn’t see what he was doing.

Our gazes met in the mirror and I couldn’t help but think how oddly arousing this felt. He stepped closer to me, until we were back to front, his cock resting in the curve of my butt.

“Lift your hair,” he commanded in a hoarse voice.

My gaze still locked with his, I did as he asked. He reached around me and laid a beautiful sapphire necklace around my throat and fastened it, then paused for mere seconds before he took my necklace with the wedding rings off. I watched him put it away in the drawer, and at that very moment, it felt right not to have those rings between us.

His hand returned to my neck. And as he smoothed his finger over my skin, I felt shivers run down my spine.

“It’s yours,” he said as he pressed a kiss to my ear. “You smell so good.” He dipped his head and fastened his mouth on my throat all the while never wavering his gaze from the mirror, watching me. He licked my skin on my shoulder and sank his teeth into my flesh, not hard enough to cause pain but it jolted shivers through me.

I didn’t care about the necklace. Right now, all I wanted was him.

“Lachlan,” his name left my lips on a breathless whisper. “I want you to fuck me.”

I turned to meet him, his eyes intense on me. He closed the distance between our lips, kissing me hard, passionate, and unhinged while his fingers unhooked my bra and tossed it aside.

Then he broke away and went down on his knees. He palmed my butt cheeks and squeezed, a gasp left my lips. He pulled my panties off and then lazily trailed his hand up and down my leg. I was burning. I wanted him now. I wouldn’t survive his foreplay.

His hand ran down my thighs, trailed down my calves and even lower. He gripped my ankles in each of his hands and guided them apart until I was open to him. His hands traveled back up my legs as he leaned into me. His fingers spread me and his tongue pressed on my clit.

A loud moan left my lips, and I bit into my lip to stop myself from repeating it. He licked me up and down, and I knew he found me dripping, ready for him. He buried his face deeper into me, lapping at me, his left hand gripping my hip while his right hand circled my clit, stroking it, driving me out of my mind with the need.

I shamelessly pressed myself further into his mouth, my hands in his hair; pulling him harder against me. I was so close, my breaths came out shallow and ragged. He drove his tongue inside me and increased his speed with his right hand on my clit and my entire body tensed beneath his touch. Pleasure consumed me and an orgasm exploded through me while Lachlan relentlessly lapped me, taking all of it.

He rose to his feet and his pants fell to the ground as my heart beat faster in my chest.

“Bed or here?” he gritted. He was on the edge, reflecting exactly how I felt.

“Here,” I whispered ragged, still recovering from my shattering orgasm.

“Hold on to the top of the dresser,” he ordered me, catching my ear in his teeth. Without a second thought, I grabbed it and bent over locking my gaze with his in the mirror. He lined his cock against me and I rolled my hips towards him, rubbing against him. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted all of him now.

“Lachlan, I need you to fuck me hard,” I whispered breathlessly. “Please.”

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