Page 49 of Loched in Love

“Mmhm. I’m more than alright.” My heart melts, and when his gaze locks onto mine, his fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt, it practically comes out of my chest and my breath catches in my throat at the sight of him.

Along his forearms are rows of iridescent green scales that shimmer blue and ripple into view, as he doesn’t hide from me.

Instead, he reaches forward, using those heavily muscled and scale-covered arms to bracket my hips, pinning me softly into the mattress.

“Still too fast,” he murmurs, his voice low, a gravelly vibration that goes right to the core of where I want him.

A shuddering groan rumbles from him, and I shiver with an arch of my back.

The sensation of him atop me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and I find I love the solid weight of his body above me. I feel sheltered and cherished in a way I’ve never felt.

He must sense what I need, because his strong and knowing fingers reach down between us, raking one long digit under my panties and touching me where no man has ever touched me before.

Blue blazes from his gaze once more, as if he can’t help it as he slides my panties and bra from me, leaving me completely uncovered to his gaze.

“By the gods, Elena. You are by far and away the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, and his hands begin to tremble as he reaches out to touch me again.

He caresses his way back down my body, squeezing and kneading until I’m a languid mess against the sheets.

Lust burning in my brain, I can think of nothing else and almost cry from relief when his hand finally grazes the apex of my thighs. Urgent with my want for him, my hips come off the bed when one of his long fingers glides inside me.

“Yes,” I hiss through my clenched teeth, my fingers gripping the sheets like a lifeline.

Raw need meets pure unadulterated desire when he begins to move there.

“Och, you’re small, but oh so wet,” he says at last, like he can’t quite believe it, just before he bends to sweep me up in an earth-shattering kiss.

The kiss goes on forever, ratcheting up the ecstasy floating in my veins. Kissing Lachlan is like fireworks, a field of discovery and champagne rolled into one cataclysmic person I know I’ll never get enough of.

He twists his palm, and I cry out as he shoves me over the cliff. He thrusts his fingers inside me, and it’s all I can do to hang on as my orgasm takes me under as he holds me to him.

A guttural answering groan leaves him, but I can’t think while my whole body is on fire with pleasure. Awash in a sea of sensation, my toes curl and my back arches as I come in cascading waves that seem to roll forever while he finger fucks me to oblivion.

“Oh my god, Lachlan. That was amazing,” I finally breathe when I come down, smiling as he rains small kisses over my face.

“Aye? Feel better?” he asks, sweeping the hair from my eyes as he stares down at me.

“Aye,” I answer, feeling my skin heat anew when he kisses me again. “But it’s my turn now.”

Lachlan Macbeth

The heat of her skin burns against my palms, a stark contrast to my own body temperature that remains chilled like the depths of the sea. I brace my weight on my forearms, careful not to crush her with my heaviness, ignoring how my scales ripple openly across my arms. I frown down at her and shake my head.

“That may not be such a good idea, Elena.” She could drive a saint to debauchery and then some.

And it is taking everything in me to not fall on her like a madman.

I try to anchor myself when her thick bountiful thighs caress my own hips, and the thought enters and leaves my brain just as her sure fingers slide over my jean-covered erection.

“Fuck me,” I groan, the muscles of my throat convulsing when her wee hand strokes down me again, like she knows what she’s about.

A delighted gasp crests her lips. “That’s my plan. I just need you to take a few more clothes off,” she whines, causing my cock to leap in her palm. “Let me see.”

I try once more to take hold of my control, but she refuses to let me remain an observer. This night hasn’t at all gone to plan. I thought to get her here to safety, unaware of her predicament, and now it seems I’ve no control at all when it comes to her. Never mind that I know my cock is easily twice the size of her wrist, I’ve no way of telling this exquisite creature no, and I’m fairly sure she knows it.

Her hands slide up my chest, firm and sure, threading into my hair to pull my face down to her own. She doesn’t want my restraint anymore.

A fierce expression overtakes her, and with breathless determination, she shifts beneath me, reversing our positions until she is looking down at me, her fingers pinning my wrists to the mattress.