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I’ve wanted this for so long.
And the sense of victory—of mind-blowing relief—burns away the last lingering shadows of pain.
“I’m good,” I murmur. “Really.”
Lance nods, and his lips find mine with that same burning intensity with which he first kissed me. Heat pools in my core,stoking my arousal as he slowly starts to rock inside me. And while it’s almost too many sensations at first, quickly that fades into a pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known before.
“This feels so good,” I moan, my fingers digging into the thick muscles of his back as I ride the waves of pleasure that seep through me.
“So good,” he groans, his hips picking up the pace.
And as he takes me with fierce passion, it’s all I can do but let him. I never knew a man could own my body so completely. But I love how he feels like he’s everywhere all at once—his lips searing kisses into my flesh, his powerful hands roaming the curves of my breasts and hips, his cock filling me again and again and again.
He thrusts relentlessly inside me, and I come more than once, one orgasm swelling into the next as he seems to ignite my desire even before the last one’s done.
“God, I want to make you come all night,” he groans, his hand grasping my hip, holding me in place as he pounds inside me, thrusting despite the vise grip my pussy has around his cock.
I mewl a response, unable to form words as my third climax ripples along his length, my clit pulsing in rhythm with his powerful penetrations.
“But I don’t think I can hold out.”
He grunts, the sound both carnal and animalistic, and I know without having ever heard it before that he’s on the brink of coming as well. The thought of him coming inside me brings my excitement to a fever pitch, and I sob with the intensity of it. Wet anticipation gushes out, mingling with my juices from all the times he’s brought me to climax.
A soft snarl rips from his chest, and his hips jerk forward, near violent and erratic as he seems to lose control. And when I clamp down around his iron length, I feel him explode inside me.
Warmth floods my veins as he throbs, and I throb with him, coming once more at the realization that Lance is coming inside me. I can hardly believe how right it feels to be with him. Tangled so inextricably in his arms.
We still together, breathing heavily as the aftershocks of my orgasm squeeze his softening length. And slowly, tenderly, he eases out of me. Collapsing back onto my bed, he stares up at the ceiling, and after a moment’s hesitation, I join him.
Resting my cheek against his chest, I press my ear over his heart and listen to its steady beat.
“That was…amazing,” I murmur, contentment seeping out through my limbs and relaxing me completely. So completely, it takes me a moment to notice he doesn’t respond.
And while his arm is wrapped around my shoulders, I’m suddenly intensely aware of how still he’s become.
“Lance?” I ask, rising up on my elbow so I can look at his face. My stomach plummets when I see his troubled expression. “What’s wrong?” I breathe.
With a heavy sigh, Lance sits up, sliding back until his shoulders find my headboard, and his signature scowl folds his heavy brow. “I made a mistake,” he says, his eyes refusing to meet mine. “I shouldn’t have had sex with you.”
15
LANCE
What the hell is wrong with me?
I just slept with Killian’s little sister, the woman Killian trusted me to protect. I took advantage of her vulnerability and Killian’s faith in me to be honorable and respectful of Quinn. And now I’ve gone and had sex with her.
Seriously, what is wrong with me?I must be immeasurably broken to have so completely violated the trust of people I consider as good as family.The Kings have been nothing but good to me, and how do I repay them?By having sex with Quinn when she’s clearly struggling and still traumatized.
“This won’t happen again,” I promise her, struggling to meet her eyes as I swallow the guilt that rises like bile in my throat.
“Why not?” she asks, hurt and confusion flitting across her face as she pulls the sheets up to cover her body—her still bruised and recovering body.
Fresh guilt twists in my gut, and I’m two seconds from making a break for it. But Quinn deserves a conversation. An explanation. I owe her that at the very least. “Killian would be furious if—” I swallow convulsively. “When he finds out.”
“And why the hell should it matter what Killian thinks?”
I glance sidelong at Quinn to find her cheeks a deep shade of crimson in her fury. “Because Killian’s like my brother. I have no right to be looking at you at all. Let alone touching you.” I close my eyes, grinding my teeth as my choice of words sends a vivid memory flooding into my brain—of the pleasure I felt at exploring Quinn’s beautiful body, every silken inch of her feminine curves.