Page 19 of No Limits

His hands grip my hips, pulling me against him as his tongue pushes through the barrier of my lips.

I’m desperate to feel a connection to him. There’s so much between us, so much emotion, so much love. But lately, I feel us drifting.

When he stands, I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, like I’m holding on for dear life so he can't get away. I know Lochlyn would never leave me, would never stray, but the strings that hold us together are starting to fray. I can feel it in my soul. The need to fix it, to find some sort of glue to put the strings back together, is strong.

Lochlyn carries me upstairs, hands under my thighs as he peppers kisses along my cheeks. “Let me show you how much I love you, Shay.”

“Show me.” My words come out breathless as he latches his mouth to my throat and lays me gently on the bed.

His flat palms run up my sides and down my chest, squeezing my breasts on the way. When he reaches the waistband of my pajamas, he yanks them off, tenderly kissing his way up my leg.

Warm hands glide under my shirt, removing it with ease and leaving me in just my panties.

“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.” His hands are everywhere, touching my icy skin anywhere he can reach.

When his gaze locks on mine, I can see the exhaustion on his face, in his bloodshot eyes. But I can also see determination and love.

With a quick reach behind his head, his shirt is on the other side of the room. The sight before me is nothing short of astounding, and my thighs rub together in anticipation, needing friction against my clit.

His jeans and boxers quickly come off, and I push up on my elbows to get a full view. I pull my lower lip between my teeth. It’s just so perfect.

Grabbing my hips, he yanks me to the end of the bed, pulls off my panties, and pushes my shoulders back in three smooth motions.

Then he kneels, wrapping his arms around my thighs and tugging my ass to the very edge of the bed, where he then lays a single stripe up my pussy with his tongue. I settle back into the bed and tip my hips up.

He starts laying into me in earnest, his tongue lavishing me and his fingers massaging my thighs. It’s not until he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks that my hands dive into his hair, yanking and tugging as I writhe on the comforter. A small hum rises from his chest and vibrates through me, his lips buzzing against me.

With a scream, I come and tremble all over. He releases my clit, continuing to run his tongue along me until I settle.

“Mmm, breakfast of champions,” he murmurs against my thigh.

He presses a few kisses along my inner thighs before flipping me onto my stomach, pulling me back so my feet plant flat on the floor. His large hands palm my ass and squeeze before he eases into me.

I push up on my fists and arch my back, my head tipping backward at the incredible feel of him filling me so completely.

One of his hands knots into my hair and pulls as he slips in and out of me seamlessly. While I wasn’t anticipating this rawness, it’s welcome. The sweetness of making love wouldn’t be wanted right now, not when my emotions are still high, my anger still on the cusp of exploding.

This, with the tiniest hint of roughness, or at the least most Lochlyn ever shows, allows that anger to harness as something else.

His thrusts turn harder, faster, and the slap of skin on skin becomes louder.

“Fuck, Loch. So good.” Whines are embedded in my words, and I need more, so much more.

His fingers tighten in my hair, pulling me up so my back is flush against his chest, moisture making our skin slip against the others. Both hands cup my breasts, taking my nipples between his fingers.

My head tips back against his shoulder, and I wrap my arm around his neck.

One hand moves to wrap around my throat, keeping me against him and tilting my chin so he can close his mouth over mine.

All of my senses are overwhelmed as he thrusts harder. I have to separate my lips from his so I can suck in air and moan as I tighten around him, my legs shaking.

“Fuck, Shay. Fuck.” His voice is tight and pained, and he gives two short jerks inside me before he slows and stills. He rests his forehead against my shoulder and heaves a few heavy breaths before pulling out of me, grabbing his shirt and cleaning me up.

With a quick scoop, I’m in his arms and he kneels on the bed, scooting us to the top and lying down with my head firmly on his chest, his arms around me.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I didn’t mean to scare you. There’s a lot going on with everything, and some things are falling through the cracks. I’m so sorry and ashamed that even includes you at all.” Tenderness laces his words.

“It’s okay.” What else am I supposed to say in this moment? I can tell he means it. That just doesn’t mean it won’t happen again, and I’m certain it will.

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