Whipped (Hitched #2)(22)

When his lips touch mine, I'm ready to take him in. To taste him and feel him and f*ck him so very hard, but he pulls away as my body aches for more. "Not yet," he whispers, slipping the blindfold off me. "One more room."

I crawl through another pillowcase and into a kaleidoscope of color. Soft music begins playing and this room is entirely covered by floor pillows and soft blankets. Colorful Christmas lights are strung from every possible location, making the whole room feel like a magical land in another world.

Lachlan kisses me again, deeply this time, urgently, and lays me back on the pillows, positioning himself over me. "We've come to the end of our third date, Vi."

"So we have," I say, gazing intently into his too-blue eyes.

"And now, I'm going to make love to you like you've never been made love to in your life."

My body shivers with the promise as his lips fall to my neck. I feel his breath as he whispers. "After tonight, you will be mine, and I will be yours."

His words scare and excite me in equal measure. He's claiming me with every breath, with every touch, with every romantic gesture. And in the process, he's changing me. I feel the shift—slow, nearly imperceptible, but there nonetheless.

I'm not the same Vi I was before I met him.

But I can't think too deeply about these things because this gorgeous man is sliding his hand up my thigh and over the silk panties I'm wearing. His thumb brushes against my * through the thin fabric, teasing without giving me any real satisfaction, as he uses his other hand to bring my wrist to his mouth. With gentle pressure, he kisses the inside of my wrist, then bares his teeth, letting them skim across the tender flesh. I moan in unexpected pleasure at his expert teasing of an often-ignored erogenous zone.

I'm ready to be naked and spread before him, but he has other plans. He's intent on building up the tension in me to excruciating degrees. Letting go of my wrist, his mouth finds my collarbone, trailing soft brushes of his lips down my chest, flicking a tongue over a hard nipple through my nightgown, his hands now gripping my hips. I gasp. "Lachlan, you're killing me."

He looks up, a sly grin on his lips. "Babe, you ain’t seen nothing yet."

Turns out, he's right. As he works his way down my body—so very slowly—he finds spots to tease and torture that no man ever explored before.

"Turn over, babe. And take off your clothes. All of them."

"This seems imbalanced. You're still in jeans and a shirt."

"I'll be naked soon enough. Now turn over. Trust me. You want to do what I tell you."

I peel off my nightgown before I turn over, giving him a full few of my breasts. His breath hitches, and I smile teasingly and shimmy out of my underwear, giving him glimpses between my legs as I do. If he's going to torture me, I want him to feel the pain too.

When I finally lay on my stomach, the soft blankets cushioning my naked skin, my body coils in increased tension. I don't know what he's going to do. I'm not in control. I'm not the one wielding the power. It scares me. And excites me. I breathe deeply, trying to relax as I anticipate what he might do.

He starts gently, hands running over my shoulders, my back, down to my ass. First with a light tickling of his fingertips. The contact sends shivers over my body. When he increases the pressure, gripping my ass harder as he massages me, I moan. His hands feel amazing, and my hips naturally arc into them, greedy for more.

He lightens his touch again as his hands run down my legs, stopping behind my knees. Then I feel his warm breath against my skin, followed by the gentle touch of his lips as he caresses the skin. I know this is a sensitive spot for women, but I've never had anyone explore my body this way. I'm hooked on how it feels. When his tongue flicks out, teasing my flesh, I moan, my leg flexing in reflex.

He works his way down my calves to my feet, rubbing, massaging, bringing pleasure to every inch of my body.

When he moves back up my legs and places his hands over my ass, spreading my legs until I'm fully exposed to him, I begin to shake from need.

He lifts my hips with strong hands, and then his tongue teases my * from behind. The erotically-charged position and act nearly sends me over the edge, but he stops before I can come.

"Not yet, babe. Let it build." His voice is husky, and I can tell he's exercising a lot of self-control as well.

The knowledge brings me pleasure. "Someday it'll be your cock in my mouth, and I'll remember this."

He laughs. "I certainly hope so."

And then he is silent, his mouth once again working magic between my legs, hands gripping my ass. He takes me to the edge over and over, stopping before I can fall. I want to fall. I want to fall so f*cking bad.

He flips me over then, my body still quivering with how close I am to coming. While I watch, he strips off his shirt, exposing a body sculptured from marble and the wet dreams of every woman alive.

When he pulls off his pants I nearly come without his touch. He is huge. Hard. Glorious.

"I want you to come on my cock, babe. And then I want to f*ck you all night long." He slips on a condom, and I spread my legs.

Oh God. Yes. With one hard thrust, he is deep inside me, and I am coming hard, flung off the side of that particular mountain in an instant. My body clenches, muscles spasming in final blissful release. He holds himself still inside of me for a moment and then thrusts deeply, repeatedly, holding my hips as he f*cks me the way I've been dreaming he would since the night in his dressing room.