Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
When brunch finishes, Lachlan excuses us so he can show me to our room. Refusing to let me help with the luggage, he carries both upstairs to the guestroom we’ll be sharing. The room is beautifully decorated in cream and powder blue. There’s a large king-sized bed in the corner, and the coziest looking reading nook I’ve ever seen under the window—complete with several fluffy pillows. Lachlan mentioned going out tonight for the bachelor party with all the guys, and since I didn’t want to be that woman who prevents him from having a good time, even though the idea of me being here without him makes me feel sick, I told him he should go. Well, now I know exactly where I’ll be tonight. Relaxing on that comfy bench, reading my book.
Lachlan sets our bags down and closes the door behind us, then pulls me over to the bed and sits me down on the edge, separating my legs and stepping in between. He grips my chin and lifts my head, so I’m looking at him. “Do not let that bitch get in your head,” he commands, his voice taking on an edge I’ve never heard from him before.
And then his mouth is crashing down on mine, his tongue pushing through my lips and swirling against my own. The rough way he kisses me leaves my head spinning. My body heating. My insides sizzling.
He pulls me into a standing position, ripping my shirt off my body, reaching behind to unclasp my bra. We’re ravenous, both of our hands working in a frenzy to remove every article of clothing from each other’s body.
Lachlan drops to his knees and pushes me back onto the bed. His hands grip my knees and spread my thighs. His tongue delves between my pussy lips, licking and sucking on my clit. It feels so good, I release a heady moan, one that quickly reminds me where we are.
But I don’t care because when Lachlan’s mouth is on my body, everything else fades away. The entire world around us could be falling apart, but as long as he’s touching me, I wouldn’t even notice. I wouldn’t even care.
And then his fingers are inside of me. Pushing in and pulling out. In and Out. In and Out. Deliciously slow and deep. A complete contrast to the way he was just devouring me with his mouth. Craving his roughness again, my hips push down on his fingers, meeting them thrust for thrust.
I can’t get enough of him. Of the way he gives me all of him. Every ounce of himself is mine for the taking.
His pace picks up, pushing in deeper, harder, hitting that magical spot inside me. The man knows my body better than I do at this point. And with another thrust in, I’m exploding around him. My legs trembling. And then my entire body goes limp.
He doesn’t even let me come down from my climax before he’s dragging me up the bed and placing me on top of him. I have no clue how I’m supposed to ride him with numb legs. His fingers grip the sides of my ass, and he lifts me up and onto his stiff, pierced cock. He’s so deep this way, my back arches. He grabs my hands and places them on the back of the headboard, on either side of his head. My body jerks forward, my heavy breasts going right into his face. He catches one with his mouth, sucking on the hardened peak. All the while, he continues to fuck me from the bottom. Powerful thrusts that have him in me so deep it feels like he’s in my stomach.
Every. Piece. Of. Him. Is. Mine.
My legs finally get some of their feeling back, so I take over, riding him, trying to show him through my movements how much I need him. When he notices, his hands travel from my hips to my breasts, massaging and kneading them. And then his thumb hits my clit, flicking the swollen nub, and I detonate, coming so hard, my hands fall from the headboard, and my body slumps forward. My face nuzzles into the curve between his neck and shoulder, and Lachlan’s face does the same. He kisses and suckles on my neck as he spills his warm seed into me.
I should probably get off him, so we can get cleaned up. I can feel his cum running out of me, but I can’t move. I don’t want to. I’ve come to the realization that Lachlan has imbedded himself within me. I’m no longer just me, I’m a part of him. When I’m with him, I feel beautiful, wanted, loved. I feel whole. He took all the broken pieces and somehow managed to put me back together. And then it clicks. There’s no way he found all my pieces. I know for a fact Rick took several of them with him to the grave. Which means there’s only one reason I’m complete. Lachlan replaced all the missing pieces with his own. The puzzle is only complete because he took pieces of himself and gave them to me. And I know the second we pull apart, I’ll no longer feel as put together. I don’t just love him, I need him. He completes me. Without him, I’m not whole. I’m not me.