Page 18 of Lavender and Lightning

“And I, you, my love. Can I make it up to you?” I reply, bringing up one hand to brush stray strands of her hair behind her ear.

“What did you have in mind?” she asks, voice dropping to a sultry but playful purr.

I chuckle darkly and feel the shiver run down her spine at the sound. “I can think of a few things. But I don’t feel like sharing you tonight.”

Lydia tilts her chin, as if she’s going in for another kiss. But she stops when our lips are only a hair’s breadth apart, and I can practically taste the vanilla and honey of her arousal on her exhale.

“Then don’t.”

How we make it through the lobby of Wickland House with our clothes still on will forever remain a mystery. I can barely keep my hands off of Lydia’s luscious curves once we’re inside the elevator, my lips crushing hers in bruising kisses. I’m mindful of her ribs and stomach, but it’s hard to think around the throbbing in my jeans. When the bell rings and the doors open into the penthouse suite, I growl my approval as her lithe little fingers start to undo the buttons of my shirt.

“Safe word?” I pant, hands sliding down to find the Velcro of her sling.

“No, need you too much,” she replies, just as breathless.

A chorus of angels from Heaven wouldn’t have sounded as beautiful as those words coming from the lips of my omega. I look up for a moment, weighing my options. Bed’s too far away. Couch might be too awkward. Kitchen island. Perfect.

I walk us backward, grinning into Lydia’s kiss as she whimpers with frustration. When her hips meet the counter-height marble, I lean back slightly and seize the sides of my shirt in each hand, yanking hard enough for the buttons to go flying across the room. Lydia gasps, but I don’t give her time to admire it. Reaching down, I grab her perfectly thick thighs and hoist her up, setting her on the edge of the counter.

“How bad do you want it, love?” I growl, one hand squeezing and massaging her right breast with careful pressure.

Lydia throws her head back and moans loud, and I can’t help myself. I lean down and nip at the skin of her exposed throat, reveling in the feel of her whines and gasps under my teeth. I spend a moment longer on the joint between her shoulder and neck, the place where I’ve seen my mating mark in every daydream I’ve had in the last six months. I stop short of leaving any sort of mark, respecting her pre-established limit.

“Rhett, please. I need you inside of me so bad. I’ve missed your cock, please,” Lydia begs, almost mindlessly.

Well, I’ve never been one to resist such pretty begging. She lifts her hips as I work her pants down, and I don’t even bother to do more than undo the button and zipper of mine. My fingers find her already dripping for me, but slide two fingers inside her tight heat, just because I enjoy the way her eyes roll back when I stroke that perfect spot on her upper wall.

“No teasing, please. It’s been too long. I need you,” Lydia whines, her hand finding my cock and I nearly collapse at the first stroke.

“You tell me if I’m hurting you, yeah?” I pant, pulling her hand away and stepping closer.

Her thighs part to allow me between them, and we lock eyes for a moment. Her pupils have nearly swallowed the entirety of her irises, and the flush across her nose and cheeks makes her look like the picture of sexual perfection. Desire fills every line of her face, and my heart kicks in my chest. She nods slowly, lips parting slightly while her chest heaves.

We gasp together as the tip of my cock pushes into her channel, the warmth of her, the tight, wet pull of her cunt drawing me in. I rock slowly at first, going deeper with each roll of my hips. But it’s not long before I feel her outer lips against the bulge of my knot where it’s beginning to swell at the base of my cock.

“I love you,” I whisper, reaching up and cupping the back of her head as I bottom out.

“I love you, too,” Lydia says, smiling slightly.

I roll my hips, withdrawing slowly so she can feel every inch of my cock. Her sigh as I press deep and slow, the way she melts into my arms nearly undoes me. My other arm bands around her hips, guiding her to rock with me as my pace increases. Her nails dig into the flesh of my bicep, and I purr my approval.

“You feel so good, so wet and tight for me,” I gasp, snapping my hips harder, but not moving any faster. I’m determined to savor every moment of this, to give her every drop of pleasure she can possibly handle.

“Oh, God, please. I need more,” Lydia moans, throwing her head back.

“So needy, so desperate for me. God, you’re incredible.” I purposefully slow down until she’s whining and trying to fuck herself on me.

“More, harder. I need—give it to me.” The cutest little growl of frustration escapes her lips as she yanks on my clothes.

“What’s the matter, love? Just enjoy this and let me take care of you,” I purr, nuzzling her hair gently with the tip of my nose.

“I don’t need slow. I need you to fuck me like you’re still mad at me,” she snaps.

My spine straightens, my hips coming to an abrupt stop, and I pull out so I can look at her more fully. My internal alarms are blaring, and the heated glare she throws at me does nothing to ease my concern.

“What did you just say?” I ask, hoping like hell I’d misheard her.

“I don’t want you to coddle me. I want you to fuck me like you mean it, like you would have an hour ago,” she tells me, straightening her spine and lifting her chin defiantly.

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