“Aye,” I tell him. “Of course I did.”
Wordlessly, we undress, the clothes falling to the floor in a heap, but our movements are slow and deliberate. It feels as if we’ve waited this long, there’s no need to rush what’s to happen. He takes my dress off, and I help him with his t-shirt. When we’re bared, I run my hands along his sculpted shoulders and powerful arms. I shiver when he lowers his body to mine.
Skin to skin.
“I can feel your heartbeat,” I whisper.
“I can feel yours.”
He buries his face in the crook of my neck and breathes me in.
“No protection, Lachlan,” I whisper. His eyes meet mine and his brow furrows. I shake my head. “I won’t get pregnant. Been on birth control for ages to keep things regular.”
“Bloody hell,” he whispers, his voice husky and affected.
“What?”
“I didn’t let myself think of my first time with you. But now that we’re here…” his voice trails off and he shakes his head. “I want this moment to last.”
I give him a sly grin. “I have every confidence that you can last.”
He’s grinning back when he kisses me again.
“I want to be bloody sure you’re ready for me,” he mutters. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
But I know from what my friends have told me there’s no way to fully prevent it hurting. Still, he tries, and I love him for that. He kisses my mouth and my neck, my shoulders and breasts, until I’m panting for him. It feels like I’ve been waiting for him for years, for this intimacy and connection with the man I know I love.
It isn’t until I’m trembling with need that he finally takes the head of his cock and gently glides between my legs. His own body shakes with the effort of holding himself back.
“Don’t worry about hurting me,” I tell him.
“I’ll always worry about that,” he whispers back.
“Maybe I want to be hurt by you.” The kind of hurt that brings ecstasy. I can feel the sting of his punishment and cut of his teeth on my skin, and I shiver with awareness. His latent power and utter restraint’s an aphrodisiac.
He sighs and whispers in my ear, “Rinneadh tú a bheith liom.”
You were made to be mine.
I open my legs, welcoming him in, even as I brace for the flare of pain that will come when he enters me.
“Relax,” he whispers in my ear. I let his breath wash over me, and release the tension in my body. “Good girl. That’s my very good girl.”
I warm at the praise as he gently nudges my entrance. Excitement trills though me when he gently glides in. He stretches me slowly, and it hurts, but at the same time, as our bodies connect and pulse and vibrate with need and awareness, it feels as if he’s putting me together, like we’re meant for this moment.
I expected to feel a tearing, I expected to bleed. I was prepared for anything but this, this moment of utter connection and purpose defined. Lachlan and I were designed for this, like the very first human beings on earth. Imperfect, fallible, but created for one another.
I wrap my arms around him as he gently rocks his hips.
“Y’alright?” he whispers in my ear.
“Never been better,” I murmur back. I want to memorize every detail of this moment. Skin to skin, heart to heart, our breathing mingled. So full I ache, while I yearn for more. His low moans of ecstasy when my pussy hugs his cock. His mouth meets mine as he lifts and strokes, each thrust a fraction firmer than the one before.
I’m moaning in his mouth when my body keens with pleasure. He holds me to him like I’m precious, thrusting in me with purpose. My pulse races with every thrust of his hips, my fingers digging into his muscular arms and powerful back. My mouth parts as I near release and his movements quicken.
“I love you,” he says on a groan as spasms of pleasure grip me.
“I love you,” I whisper as I climax. Ecstasy fills me at the sound of his own moans of pleasure. We chase our pleasure together. As one. He rocks his hips and I grip him tightly. My breathing hitches, and he groans with ecstasy. I close my eyes, lost to sensation, cradled in his warmth, riding waves of pleasure.
Finally, when we’re spent, his movements slow until he stills. He holds me and whispers in my ear, “Mine.”Chapter 14LachlanI never let myself imagine what this would be like. In her.
Fierce possession seizes me now that I’ve claimed her. After we made love for the first time, I held her to my chest. Cleaned us both up, thankful her first time wasn’t bloody and painful like it could have been. Somehow, it’s like the universe knew she’s had her fill of hurt and her first time with me should be blissful. She fell asleep with her head and hand on my chest. I held her for a long time, basking in the glow of owning her fully. Of knowing she was safe.