Page 43 of Sinful Empire (Mount Trilogy 3)
When I step toward the bed, I lower her down like the precious gift she is, but this softness won’t last. The adrenaline from the last few days isn’t something I can force out of my system.
I need to fuck my woman. Own her. Bury myself inside her until we both scream.
Somehow, some way, she knows this.
Keira’s voice is strong and pure when she speaks. “I can take anything you have to give. So, you better give me everything you have.”
A growl rumbles up from my throat and I rip my suit coat off my body, flinging it away. Keira attacks me with the same fervor. Buttons fly as she tears open my shirt, and my hands go to my pants, stripping them away until I stand naked before her, ready to shred her clothes like she did mine.
But Keira holds up a single finger, pointing at me. “If all you had in the world is what you’re wearing right now, I would want you just as badly. Love you just as much.”
I don’t know how to say the words, because I never have in my life, but for her, I’ll learn.
Soon.
“I need you. Now.”
Keira
Lachlan turns into an animal, tearing my silk nightgown off my body. As his mouth ravages mine, my fingernails dig into his shoulders like they did that first night on the dining room table.
The feelings are just as intense this morning, but stem from a completely different emotion. He uncurls my hands from his shoulders and presses me back against the bed to kiss a path down my body, careful of my healing injury. He still sports a bandage, but he makes no indication that he feels any pain.
He drops to his knees before he pushes my thighs apart. “Already wet for me.”
I open my mouth to reply, but what comes out is a moan instead as his lips close around my piercing. Such an unfair advantage, and one I’ll never complain about.
Lachlan makes me scream over and over until my fingers are buried in his hair, tugging him up to my face. When his lips meet mine again, they taste like me, and I love it.
“My turn.”
He shakes his head. “Fuck no. Can’t wait.”
He grips my hips, positioning his thick cock at my entrance with a fierce, possessive expression on his face. He doesn’t hesitate, and I don’t want him to.
One stroke. That’s all it takes for him to fill me. He powers inside me over and over until his face contorts with pleasure and my inner muscles clamp down on him.
“I love you, Lachlan Mount!”
Mount
I’ve lost track of how many orgasms Keira’s had, but when she passes out limp beside me, I pull her body against mine and cover us both. We might not have gotten to have our wedding night, but I’ll make it up to her.
I’m still stuck on what she said. Hell, what she screamed.
“I love you.”
I’ve never known what the fuck the word love means. When you’re raised without it, never feeling it, it’s not something that makes any logical sense.
I already knew I would take a bullet for her. Die for her. Live for her.
If that’s love, then maybe I’m finally starting to figure it out. There’s no doubt I understand at least one part of it—I never want to lose this. Lose her.
I sure as hell never want to see her blood on my hands again. Ever.
She curls closer into me and I press a kiss to her temple, holding her tighter.
“They’ll never touch you again.”
