Page 61 of The Iron Earl

But hell, he still needed his cock in her. Needed it against the rage threatening to swallow him whole. Needed it before he did something entirely stupid to the bastard that killed his brother.

He released her fingers clamped to the bed post and his left hand went to her hip, lifting and spinning her to face him.

But he couldn’t look at her face. Meet her eyes.

So he sank. Sank to his knees in front of her. She was still parted to him, her right leg had remained high and draped over the footboard.

Before she could say a word, he dove forward, tasting the slickness of her, his tongue delving into her folds, swirling. His left hand moved up along her inner thigh, his fingers caressing the delicate skin.

A gasp, and she leaned back against the footboard.

His tongue sweeping across her nubbin, stirring it into hardness, Lachlan dragged his fingers inward, slipping one finger, then two into her. She was tight around him, even though his cock had just been in her. He teased her nubbin more, plying her nerves into a frenzy.

A gargled moan and her hands sank into his hair, clutching the short strands. Her body gave over to him and the leg she stood on began to quiver. He snaked his right arm around it, his hand supporting her backside as he continued the assault on her senses, licking, sucking harder, faster.

He could feel it under his tongue, the swelling, the explosion that vibrated outward from her core and rolled through her body, curling her forward to coil around his head.

“Are you ready for me, Eva?”

A gasp followed by guttural moan, and she forced out the one word. “Yes.”

Lachlan stood, his lips moving his way up her body, his fingers trailing up her vibrating legs. Lifting her shift upward, he dragged it from her body and tossed it onto the bed. His hands dipped to her breasts, pausing to cup them, rolling her hard nipples in his fingers, and then he slipped his hands under her backside and lifted her, setting her to balance on the fat top rail of the footboard.

The need to harshly drive into her took a hold of him, but he forced it into submission, sliding into her slowly. Every clench of her body, every roll of sweet agony pulsating through her core he could feel on his shaft. Exquisite.

Two more gasps, and breathless words escaped her. “You don’t need to slow, Lachlan. Go deep.” She lifted her leg, wrapping her calf around his back and locking her hands around his neck.

The words awakened the demon he’d tried so hard to control, and he pulled from her for only a heartbeat before plunging back into her, driving the full force of his angst into her body.

Again and again.

And all she said was, “Yes.”

Yes. Over and over.

His cock stretching, impossibly hard, he could take no more and he sank into her, the eruption tearing through his body and sending a violent shudder across the masses of his muscles.

He sank against her, burying his face in her hair, her neck.

Standing, her body clasped to his, all of the anger that had consumed him—savagely eating him raw all day—dissipated into a thousand wisps of nothingness.

He stood propped against her balanced on the footboard until he could breathe again, could move his muscles without dropping her and falling to the floor himself.

Long moments passed, and he lifted his head, moving to see her face as she tilted her chin upward to look at him. “Hell, Eva, I hurt you. I’m sorry.” His eyes searching her face, he dragged his right hand up from the clamp he had on the small of her back to brush his fingers along her cheekbone. “I had…had control…then I didn’t. I didn’t. I lost center—hell, I lost all of me.”

Her gold-green eyes widened at him. “It hurt and then it didn’t.” Her fingers went upward, diving into the hair at the base of his neck. “After you slowed—I could take all of you after that. But I’m more concerned about why—what happened to put you in such a state?”

A long breath seethed from him. “The trial—it is a farce. And the anger built into such a raging mess that I was blinded, could barely get my horse turned back to Vinehill. And sinking into you was all I could think about—the only thing that kept me sane on the way home.”

He paused, swallowing hard as he shook his head. “The thought of disappearing so deeply into you I could lose myself—it was the only defense I had against the rage. And then I came in and you were already in your chemise ready for me—but that was inexcusable—I hurt you and I swore I would never do so. I can only beg your forgiveness.”

Her eyes squinted slightly as she looked up at him. “I’m not sure what to say. I don’t know what to do with an apology.”

His eyebrow cocked. “You’ve never received an apology?”

She shook her head, but the abashed tilt of her chin told him she hadn’t said it for pity—she truly didn’t know what to make of an apology.

“Hell, Eva.” Fresh anger of an entirely different sort surged through his veins, but he stilled himself against it. He kissed her brow. “You accept an apology and know it’ll never happen again.”

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