Page 5 of The Bodyguard’s Innocent Obsession (His Obsession #3)

It’s like a dam breaks inside me. Every bit of self-control snaps and I surge forward. My arms go around her, and my mouth finds hers.

She moans against my lips. It’s a high, soft, needy sound. A sound that tells me everything I need to know about how desperate she is.

I cup her cheek with one hand, deepening the kiss. She tastes so good, better than I ever imagined. So sweet. Her body presses against mine, all soft curves and smooth skin. My dick throbs, rock hard against her stomach.

Unable to wait a moment longer now that I’ve started, I grab the shirt and rip it open, hearing the remaining buttons pop and clatter on the floor. Arabella gasps, her breath warm and sweet on my lips.

Holy shit. She’s naked underneath. Even as I pull back just enough to rake my gaze over every sexy, curvy inch of her body, I make a mental note to never wash those sweatpants again.

Not when she’s just been wearing them for the last hour without anything between the material and her sweet little cunt.

My hands find her tits, and her gasp turns into a low moan. God, they’re perfect. Round and full and firm, just the right size to fill my hands. Her nipples are hard, pressing against my palms, and when I tweak them, she whimpers, arching into me.

My control slips even further.

I pick her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and clings to me, our mouths coming together once more.

When I lay her on the bed, the covers rumple beneath her, and I’m struck with the sudden urge to wrap her in silk sheets. To see her spread out in a bed fit for a real princess. To dress her up and strip her bare and worship her the way she deserves.

But right now, there’s no time. All I can do is tear off my shirt and kick off my pants, leaving the Glock within easy reach, before covering her body with mine.

Fuck. My chest presses against her tits. Our legs intertwine. My cock lines up with the hot, slick heaven between her thighs, and I rut against her like a wild animal, unable to help myself.

My cock slides back and forth against her clit, her wetness soaking the belly of my hard flesh. When I shift just right, my swollen head catches on her entrance.

“Lachlan,” she breathes, her fingernails digging into my back.

Fuck. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold back.

I slide my hand down her side, gripping her hip. She’s so soft, so pliant, trembling under me. I kiss her again, hard. Claiming.

I can’t believe she’s letting me do this. Letting me touch her.

But that doesn’t stop the need clawing its way up inside me, urging me on. I grind against her. She feels so damn good. Her scent envelopes me.

But she doesn’t feel nearly close enough.

I need to be inside her. I need her cunt gripping my cock. I need to hear her scream my name as she comes all over my dick.

And I’m about to go fucking insane if I can’t have it.

My mouth leaves hers and trails across her jaw, down her throat. The taste of her skin is sweet, like sugar. She gasps and bucks beneath me, and my fingers dig into her flesh.

“You want me, princess?” I growl against her neck. “You want my cock?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “God, yes.”

Good. Because there’s no fucking way I can hold back.

I’m already halfway to the brink, my dick throbbing and pulsing between her thighs. And when I shift just right, her legs spread wider, and my tip catches on her entrance again.

But this time, I can’t stop.

I push into her.

Her pussy is so wet, so tight, that it takes a second to get the head in. But then her lips stretch around me, and I push harder, groaning, nudging against the resistance of her virginity.

Her breath stutters and she lets out a soft, hurt noise.

My heart squeezes and I lean in, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her jaw, trying to distract her from the pain.

“Relax, princess. Let me in. Let me take you.”

Her chest is heaving, and her fingers dig into my arms. Her teeth are buried in her lower lip. But after a few moments, the tension slowly eases from her body, and she melts beneath me.

“Lachlan, please...”

I groan and push in farther. There’s still resistance, but her tight heat gives way to my girth, inch by inch, until I’m buried inside her, as deep as I can go.

The pressure of her cunt clamping down around me is almost enough to make me come. I pause, gritting my teeth. Breathing hard. Giving us both time to adjust.

“Fuck, princess. You’re so tight.”

“It’s so... I’m so full.” Her hips squirm and her walls flutter around me. “You feel so big.”

My chest swells with pride, and I capture her mouth in a searing kiss. My fingers tangle in her hair. Her tits are smashed against my chest, and her hips lift, begging.

When I can’t stand it any longer, I start moving.

I fuck her slow and deep. It’s so intense. She’s so tight, so perfect, and the way she feels beneath me has my balls tightening already, eager to spill their load inside her.

Her head’s tipped back, lips parted, and I watch her face, drinking in the sight of her. Her skin’s flushed. Sweat glistens at her temples. Her hair’s a mess around her head, and her lips are swollen from my kisses.

So fucking beautiful.

And all fucking mine.

“Fuck, princess.” I groan, grinding my pelvis against her clit with every stroke. “This cunt’s so good. It’s all mine. Nobody else is going to fuck this tight pussy. Only me.”

“Only you,” she whimpers, and hearing those words from her is almost enough to send me over the edge.

I speed up, pounding into her. Our skin slaps together. The bed creaks. My thrusts get rougher, faster, deeper. Her cries are loud, and I know she’s too far gone to be concerned about anyone else in the neighboring rooms hearing her.

Her fingers dig into my arms and her legs tighten around my waist. Her inner muscles start clamping down around me.

“That’s it, princess. Come for me.”

Her orgasm hits her. She cries out, throwing her head back, and her cunt squeezes me tight, pulsing around my cock.

I thrust into her hard, deep, over and over. She’s writhing beneath me, crying out my name. Her orgasm triggers mine, and with a low growl, I empty myself inside her. Spurt after spurt of hot, thick come fills her up, and her whimpers grow higher and louder.

“That’s it, princess. Take it all. Take my cum. Milk it from my cock with your tight little pussy.”

The words are dark and possessive, but I can’t control them. They spill from my lips in a growl.

I’m marking her. Claiming her. Making her mine.

Her cunt grips me and squeezes every last drop from me, until I’m spent and she’s limp beneath me, shuddering through the aftershocks.

Slowly, I pull out.

She whimpers, and I kiss her, trying to soothe her. Then I lie down next to her, pulling her close.

She curls into me, and we lay there together. Silent, but both aware that this changes everything.

Because now, there’s no turning back.