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My own hammers against my ribcage at his words, and the boldness of it and the heat of his skin leaves me breathless. I look straight into his emerald eyes and the gravity of everything we’ve survived rushes through me. There’s no doubt left in me.

“Elena, will you be my mate?” he asks, his gaze full of fear and vulnerability as he looks down at me.

“Yes,” I breathe, the word carrying the weight of my words. “I want to be yours.”

Lachlan’s expression softens with a fierce and burning devotion, his gaze never leaving mine as he bends to kiss me. His lips don’t leave mine as he gathers me into his arms and lifts me effortlessly before taking a few steps toward the center of the cavern, hearing coins slip and slide beneath his weight moving out from under us.

He makes quick work of removing my clothes and wastes no time before settling me amidst the glittering gold. “You are breathtaking, and now I get to make you mine in truth.”

Chapter 27

LACHLAN MACBETH

Elena’s breath is coming in choppy and uneven gasps against my neck, the sweet sounds bouncing off the high stone vaults of my cavern ceiling have my hands trembling.

She said yes.

I grip her hips and pull her to me gently, spreading her legs as I coast my hands across her thick, luscious hips and rounded belly. I could stare at her for hours, but right now I need to touch and taste, and feel.

For more than three hundred years locked in that moat, my body accustomed to only the cold waters and stone around me. Now, every meet and slide of our skin feels like a brand that reminds me that I’m alive, that I’m free, and Elena is here in my arms and real.

I’ve wanted her for so very long.

Gods be good, she takes the very breath from my lungs with her beauty.

Slowly I pull back, my gaze burning as I search hers for a hint that I may need to ease her fears, but I find only want and hunger that matches my own. I gaze down into her soulful blue gaze and realize when it comes to Elena, I may never have enough.

Her being here is a balm to my wounded soul, and I’ll not take her for granted for the world. I glance down at her pert nose and luscious frame and how my fingers itch to touch her and claim her. She’s perfection like this.

Her short hair is a pale streak among the gleaming shiny gold of a million doubloons long forgotten, and I stare in awe. I know in my heart of hearts I could see the world for another thousand years and not find anything half as breathtaking.

I kiss at her soft lips, liking the way she groans and moans in my mouth as I send my hands searching over the depths and folds of her body, learning every crevice and watching which makes her tremble at the touch.

I give her lower lip a hungry little nibble before moving down to her throat and back again, sweeping her into a greedy, possessive kiss. She arches her back, moving into my touch and my cock thickens nigh unto painful.

I reach up and toy with her nipples, rolling them through my fingers and tugging at them to gain her reaction, but keep them moving, touching everywhere.

When her breath turns raspy and she’s shuddering with every stroke of my hands, I bend and press light kisses of my lips against her hips and thighs before making my way up her beautifully thick curved body. She has more curves than waves in the ocean, and I mean to pay homage to each and every one with my tongue.

I dip my head and pull one hard nipple into my mouth, smiling to myself when she arches, sending waves of gold tumbling. “My wee flower is sensitive, is she?” I ask, and swipe my tongue down, enjoying how her fingers go instantly to my hair and tug as a needy mewl breaks her lips.

Before she can protest, I lean down and swipe my tongue and lips across the clit of her sweet cunt, causing her to cry out. The sound crashes around the cave and an appreciative rumble peels from my throat as I smile against her bare pussy and lick along the seam of her, lathing my tongue against her heat as she moans my name.

“Does that feel good, Elena?” I breathe against the heart of her, tightening my hold on her thighs when they suddenly wrap around my skull.

“Oh god, yes. Lachlan, it feels so good,” she replies, and I lean down to give her more, as much as she can bear.

I grip her thighs and squeeze them as I bend and lick her dripping pussy. I catch her gaze with my own as I wrap my tongue around her clit and suck until she’s flushed and her mouth opens on a soft O of shock. I feast on her and flick my tongue, swirling and fucking her with my mouth before I sink one finger into her, curling until I reach the spot I know will having her screaming for me.

She writhes against my hand, lost to pleasure as I pump into her tight pussy and she grinds against my face as her orgasm builds. She arches into me as I eat her, and as my fingers stroke her deep and slow, my gaze is locked on hers. I twist my tongue, working her as she bucks into my face, coating my beard with the scent of her. I reach up and pinch one taut nipple, and she detonates.

She bucks against my face with the force of her orgasm and throws her head back, her hands balling into fists full of gold. Elena’s screams echo through the still cavern like thunder clapping, sending shivers quaking along my back with how wanton and pleasure-filled they sound. I lap at her sweet cunt as she shudders against me.

“That was so… that was amazing.” She breathes hard, her grip full of coins as her bountiful chest heaves with exertion.

I chuckle as I look down at her, rubbing soft soothing circles across her limbs, kissing everywhere I touch, ignoring how my hard cock stands on end as if begging for her attention.

“Aye, and it’s not over yet,” I murmur into the soft swell of her belly that makes me ache to stroke and touch her.