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Lachlan still looks like he might be sick. “I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry.”

“What?” My nose scrunches, glancing back down to the scratches—if they’re even worth being called that—and frowning. “It’s nothing, Lachlan. It just surprised me.”

He shakes his head, his eyes wide. “I hurt you. I lost control. I told you this would happen. I told you that I—”

“Hey, it’s okay,” I tell him, scooting closer even as he flinches. “I mean it. It’s fine.”

“Ihurtyou.”

I want to sympathize with what he’s going through right now, and I do, to some degree, but my body is still very amped up and confused as to why it was robbed of that spectacular orgasm, and frankly, missing out on it because of a few scratches seems ludicrous.

I crawl over to him before he has a chance to slither away, straddling his waist and gripping his hair in my hands so that I can force him to look at me. He still looks like a kicked puppy, so I give his hair a sharp tug, sharp enough that he hisses with it.

“Did that hurt?”

He narrows his eyes. “It’s not the same.”

“No?” I lean into him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. “And that?”

“I see where you’re going with this,” he huffs, “but it’s different. I could really hurt you.”

“You won’t,” I assure him. “I know you won’t.”

“You don’tknowthat.”

“No I don’t,” I tell him, leaving kisses up his throat. “But I trust you.”

I feel his fingers tentatively sliding over my hips—clawless now—and despite the sudden stumbling block, I can also feel the stiff length of him against my stomach, and my stomach flutters at the knowledge that he’s wet because ofme. Because he was inside me. Honestly, that thought is way more important to my lizard brain right now than a few scratches.

“You should be more afraid, Key,” he sighs, his head falling back against the wood as I tease the spot behind his ear with my tongue. “More cautious.”

“Maybeyoushould belesscautious,” I counter, rolling my hips so that my pussy glides over his erection. “I’m not afraid of you.” I press my teeth to his earlobe, nibbling it until he shivers. “Besides,” I hum, continuing to tease him with my teeth and tongue. “It’s kind of hot.”

His fingers grip my ass, pulling me against him until there’s no space between us. His head turns so that his mouth can find mine, his tongue plunging inside as he seems to lose himself again, if only a little.

“I never want to hurt you,” he mumbles against my mouth.

I kiss him gently, pushing up on my knees and reaching betweenus to guide him between my legs, hearing his sharp intake of air as I start to sink back down. “Then don’t.”

“Fuck, Key.”

His face crushes to my chest; my hands are in his hair and his are gripping my hips tight as he starts to thrust up into me—losing himself to the sizzling energy that seems to surge between us. I close my eyes and give in to it myself, focusing only on the way he fills me, theheatof him as he plunges deep inside over and over.

I can feel my orgasm roaring back to life, can feel it cresting higher with every slide of his cock against that sensitive place inside that has my vision blurring and my heart thudding hard inside my chest.

“Come for me,” he grates, a command and a plea all at once. “I want to feel that perfect cunt come all over me.”

It might be the first time Lachlan has ever told me to do something that I don’t immediately feel the urge to contest. Not that I even stand a chance to. It’s too late for that. My body lights up, my head falling back and my mouth opening on a wail as I fall over the edge. Lachlan keeps fucking me through it, making it seem to go on forever until my body feels like one giant exposed nerve, like every touch sets me off all over again.

“That’s it,” he gasps, his hips falling off rhythm. “That’s a good lass. Feels so good inside you. You’re going to take everything I give you, yeah? Every”—his words come through gritted teeth now—“fucking”—I can feel the way his cock bucks inside me, setting me off anew—“drop.”

Lachlan grinds me on his cock when he comes, a harsh shout falling from his mouth as he shivers against me, as he twitches inside. I can feel all of it—the heat of his come, the flex of his cock—and I stare at the ceiling without really seeing it, still gasping for breath.

The lights above us start to flicker—the bulbs going out just to spark back to life—almost as if in time with the trembling of my body. I watch it happen in wonder, still struggling to catch my breath. They keep up their flickering, each light returning somehow brighter than before, finally growing so bright, they start to hum. The noise climbs higher and higher, and then a suddenpopsounds all over the room—every light in Lachlan’s place burning out all at once.

Dazedly, I slowly regain awareness of Lachlan’s forehead resting against my neck, my fingers starting to card through his hair as if they have a mind of their own.

“Did you break my house?” he rasps against my skin.