Page 56 of The Iron Earl
As much as it tortured him to pull his lips away from her, he did so, setting her down on the edge of the mattress. His eyes found her gaze. “Do you feel safe, Eva?”
She nodded. “Yes.” Even through the passion-fueled haze in her gold-green eyes he saw the trust, the submission. She was counting on him to take her through this—to not disappoint.
He didn’t intend to.
“Then your knees aren’t the only thing that will be going weak.”
Her eyes went wide and a shameless smile lifted the side of his mouth. He kissed her, long and hard, then drew away, his mouth finding its way down her body. One breast. Two. The valley between them that stretched down her belly. Her navel.
His lips consumed her skin, letting no morsel go untasted as he pressed her backward onto the bed. Fingers itching, he set his right hand under her leg, dragging it to bend upward as his thumb teased a line along her inner thigh. Her skin prickled under his touch and he set her calf around his waist as he drew further down her body with his lips.
His finger breached her, sliding into the slick folds. Folds that were ready for him with not the slightest flinch of pain from earlier. He found her nubbin, swirling it along the tips of his fingers.
The scent of her, the strain of her hips swiveling toward him with every swipe of his fingers nearly undid him. He forged a finger, then two deep into her, testing her tightness.
“Lachlan.” The guttural cry had everything to do with pleasure and nothing with pain.
Tight. But ready for him.
He sent his tongue to swirl on her lower belly as his fingers mimicked the motion on her nubbin and she bucked, not understanding her own body.
“Lachlan.” Wonderment flush with anxiety made her cries speed, her raspy voice cracking with the weight of what was happening to her body.
A loss of control.
He heard it in her voice, because he felt it in his own gut. He felt it deep within, a burning like no other. A burning that threatened to sear him from the inside out.
“Just hold it there, Eva. Hold it there.” His fingers stayed in place, stroking her ever higher as he straightened above her.
Watching as her head arched backward, drawing her whole body into a beautiful arc, he held himself back until the first cry of her release hit.
He slid into her.
Hard. Harder than he wanted. Softer than his base instincts demanded.
It didn’t pause her, didn’t halt the throes her body writhed in. If anything, his cock, full and deep in her, sent her body into vibrations that overtook her limbs.
“Lachlan. Again.”
The words, breathless and begging, hit him in the chest. He withdrew, slamming into her again.
Again. And again.
The rapture that surrounded his member with each stroke shook his body to the tips of his nerves.
Her legs wrapped around him, drawing him ever closer, her screams reaching to his gut and ripping it out.
Hell. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
Not flames so deep in his core.
Not ripping his insides to shreds.
But he was no force against it.
He lifted her hips, driving into her deeper than he thought possible. Immersed so far into the abyss, the hooks of it so ruthless he had no choice but to come, ferocious and hard, every fragment of him and parts unknown emptying into her in a raging explosion.
He collapsed, then rolled, dragging her still quaking body on top of his. He wasn’t breaking contact with her. Ever. Time and space and natural laws be damned.