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“Not to be killing the mood,” he says with a wince. “But I don’t…have anything.”

I snort, running my hand down the tight muscles of his stomach to give him a squeeze through his underwear. “I’d say you have a lot of something.”

“Devil woman,” he groans, his lashes fluttering. “You know what I mean.”

It dawns on me. “Oh.Oh. You mean condoms?”

“It’s been…a while since I’ve done this. Haven’t had the need for them.”

I realize I’m stroking him through the thin cotton, unable to resist touching the hot, hard length of him. Needing to feel it against my skin. He grunts when I slip my fingers under the elastic, wrapping them around his cock and squeezing gently.

“I…have an IUD,” I tell him. “And I was tested three months ago. I was negative.” I feel a single drop of precome beading at the head of his cock, and I smear it around as his gaze goes hazy. “You?”

“Six months,” he says hoarsely, nodding. “Haven’t been with anyone since.”

“Neither have I.”

His mouth goes slack as his eyes drift closed, thrusting gently into my fist. “I can’t promise you I’ll last long in that pretty cunt of yours with nothing between us.”

I hook my other arm around his neck, pulling him down to me as my hand on his cock is trapped between us. “I have faith in you.”

“Makes one of us,” he mutters.

But his lips are already finding mine, and his hands are already shoving at the last barrier between us, freeing the hard length of him so that it slides thick and warm across my belly. He thrusts against me as if on instinct, his big body shuddering as I let my legs fall open.

“Want you,” I urge, nipping at his bottom lip. “Please.”

I feel his hands on my hips, reaching to cup my ass, holding me open as he makes space between my legs. There is a decadent slide of skin as he strokes through the still-wet mess he made of me with his mouth, his breath huffing against my mouth as hefinallynotches against my entrance.

He pulls back, and it’s there now, that glow in his eyes, faint but noticeable. “Look at me.”

And I do, holding his gaze as he slowly starts to press inside me. I feel all of him, every hard press of his thick cock as he slowly works it deeper—and with every inch gained, his eyes burn a little brighter. Some part of medelightsin the idea of him losing control. ThatIcould make him do that.

When he’s as deep as he can be, and I’m so full of him that I feel overwhelmed with it, I see a flicker of something primal in his gaze as he stares down at me, something that sparks and flares when he slowly rotates his hips,savoringme again.

“Och, you feel…” His throat bobs with a swallow. “Like a dream.”

He meets me easily when I curl my hands over his shoulders and pull him flush against me, my lips kissing everywhere I can reach—his jaw, his cheek, the sensitive shell of his ear—my voice husky when I whisper, “Move.”

That first thrust makes me feel like I’ve touched a live wire,sending a current down every inch of me as I gasp in surprise. Lachlan’s hands grip me—one burrowing beneath me to hold me tightly against him as the other molds to my hip—and I can feel the warmth of his breath against the hollow of my throat as he buries his face there before doing it again. And again. Andagain.

“Fuck,” he growls, his hips finding a steady, rolling rhythm that sets off a tiny shower of sparks every time he bottoms out. “You’re practically leaking for me, aren’t you, Key?” And he’s right, I’ve never been so wet. I can’t seem to muster up a shred of embarrassment. Not with how good he’s making me feel. “Aye, you’re going to make a mess of my sheets.” His voice is harsh and deep, his accent getting thicker. “I ken they’ll smell of you for days. I want to sleep with the smell of your pretty cunt and remember how tight you squeezed my cock when I fucked you.”

I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling a steady, familiar pressure building inside with every stroke. His teeth sink into my skin, the sting at my shoulder making me only burn hotter as my mouth falls open in surprise. His tongue is there immediately, soothing the mark he’s most definitely left behind, and I can feel our bodies growing slick against each other as he starts to move faster.

“That’s it, love,” he coos. “I can feel you getting wetter. Getting so fucking tight. You gonna come for me?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, clinging to him. “Keep going. Right there. Don’t—ah.”

I jolt when I feel a sharp, piercing sting against my hip, and Lachlan immediately goes still—pulling back and blinking as if coming out of a daze. I can feel him throbbing inside me as if desperate to keep going, but once he notices my expression, blinking down at where his hand still clutches my hip, a look of horror passes over his features.

He scrambles away from me so quickly, I barely even have time to register what’s happened; one moment he’s between my legs and on the cusp of giving me what felt like the most spectacular orgasm I’ve ever had, and then the next he’s pressed against the headboard, looking a little green.

“Key,” he says hoarsely. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

I blink in confusion, following his line of sight and finally noticing the thin cuts along my hip, a slow trickle of blood escaping them.

“Wha—” I sit up, pressing my fingers to them. “The hell?” My head snaps up, my eyes finding his fists clenched at his sides, noticing for the first time the sharp-looking black claws protruding from the ends of his fingers. “Whoa.”