Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 32223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
And then, I just keep on kissing her.
Hard.
Chapter 6
Iona
He kisses me, and the moment his lips touch mine, it’s like the whole world explodes. Kissing him unleashes everything. It’s like years of buildup, and silly fantasies, and gasping late-night dreams come pouring out as I kiss him back with everything I have inside of me. It’s like the lock on the door I’ve kept shut for ages finally giving under the weight of my desires that I’ve kept bottled up inside.
Lachlan growls into me, making me whimper and shiver as he positively claims my mouth, kissing me fiercely like a starving man. I gasp as he pushes me back, both of us stumbling until my back hits the wall, and his big, hard body crushes against mine, pinning me there as his mouth devours mine.
His hands slide from my wrists all the way up my arms until they drift onto my body. I tremble, moaning into the kiss and losing my mind as his big hands tease down my torso, his fingers running over every bump and curve until they settle on my waist. God, I’m so small compared to him, and he’s so big and those hands are so big that they practically touch as they encircle me.
I whimper louder, an urge for more, and Lachlan reads it like an open book. His tongue dances with mine, his deep, masculine growls sending shivers of heat through my body and making my toes curl. One of his hands drifts lower and behind me, and when I feel him cup my ass through my skirts and grip it tight, I moan into the kiss.
Lachlan grinds against me—nothing held back, and nothing restrained, like he’s an animal broken free of its pen, and God help me, it’s everything I want. His hands yank at my skirts, pulling them high up my legs as he spreads them with his thigh. I moan eagerly, rolling my hips against him and absolutely drowning in this moment as I kiss him fiercely.
“My lord—”
It’s a cry for more, but Lachlan freezes before suddenly, he pulls back. My brow caves, and I try and pull him back to my lips, but he resists, a look of conflict on his face.
“We should stop,” he groans, though his hands stay where they are on me.
“I don’t think we should,” I whisper back, my fingers sliding over his tunic and gripping it tightly.
“This is wrong, Iona.”
“Then why do you feel so right?” I whimper.
Lachlan growls, and suddenly, he’s on me again making me moan as his mouth claims mine all over again. I gasp as his lips slide lower, kissing my jawline as his hands grab my waist again. I cry out as he moves lower to the sensitive skin of my neck—biting and licking as I undulate against him, wanting more.
Needing more.
The wicked, sinful heat between my thighs pulses and throbs, and as Lachlan grinds against me and spreads my legs with his, I moan as I suddenly feel it.
Him.
All of him.
And when I do feel that thick, throbbing, hard part of him pressing against me through my skirt and his kilt, it’s like the fire inside of me roars even louder and fiercer. Because for the first time, I’m feeling a man pressed against me—every part of him.
He grinds against me as he kisses my neck, his, what feels like a very big cock—though I’ve nothing to compare it to—throbbing right against my pussy, and driving me wild. His lips trail lower, nipping and sucking at the swell of my breasts, before suddenly, Lachlan drops to his knees.
I gasp, my pulse racing as his hands slide up my legs, pushing my skirt up again with them as my whole world spins around me.
“Lachlan—”
He keeps pushing though, bunching my skirt up higher and higher, until he gets to the thin, small underskirt covering me. His eyes drag up to mine, and he holds my gaze as his hands slip up under my skirts to grip the edge of my underskirt. He tugs, peeling it down and off of me beneath my skirt, until it drops to my knees. And slowly, his hands being to slide up my legs again, pushing my skirt up with them.
And this time, he’s going to see all of me.
His big hands shove my skirts up high to my waist, and when the air hits my bare pussy, I blush furiously. But Lachlan just holds my gaze, his face inches away from the heat between my thighs but looking right into my eyes. His jaw tightens, the fire roars in his face, and I can almost see him trembling, like he’s trying to hold back as long as he possibly can before seeing all of me. Like he’s trying to savor the moment.
And then finally, he cracks, and his eyes drop right to my pussy.