Lachlan (Dangerous Doms #5) - Jane Henry Page 0,65

now. “That’s what you want, Fiona? All of me? You don’t want me holding back all the things I want to do to you?”

The carnal craving in his eyes makes me nearly whimper with need.

He spreads my knees apart with his, and his hand clamps between my thighs. I whimper when his touch sends electric vibes of need coursing through me.

“Tell me,” I beg. Maybe having him voice what he wants will help. “Tell me everything you want to do to me.”

He groans. His muscles are taut, his body vibrating with heat. I don’t know if he’s angry or aroused or both.

“I’d tie you to the bedpost,” he says in a harsh whisper. “Strip you. And lay you bare with a strap until your body was striped pink.”

My pulse spikes. I swallow hard. “Go on.”

“I’d clamp your nipples until they ached and plug a dildo in your pussy, and when you were right on the edge of climax, I’d suck your clit until you came.”

My belly dips low and a thrum of need makes me whimper. He cups my pussy and I throb.

“I’d lube your tight hole and take you there, fuck your arse from behind until you lose your fucking mind. I’d make you come and scream my name until you lost your voice and fell asleep with my come leaking from you.”

“Oh my God.” How can someone be simultaneously terrified and frantic with arousal?

He isn’t finished. “I’d blindfold you and shove you to your knees,” he grates, pressing his body to mine so I feel the length of his erection against me. “Tie your hands behind your back and make you suck me until I came. I’d hold your head back and make you swallow Every. Fucking. Drop.”

I’m heady with arousal when I whisper, “Then do it.”

“Do what?” he asks, as if he misunderstood me.

“Fucking all of it.”

It seems I don’t need to ask him twice. He releases me, only so he can lift me straight up in the air as if I weigh nothing at all. I wrap my legs around his body and he holds me to him, walking me toward the bed.

“Don’t tempt me, lass.”

“I’m not tempting you. I want all of you, Lachlan. I love all of you, not just the sensitized version. I love the filthy one. The angry one. I love every facet of you even when you make me furious.”

He lays me on the bed and bends to kiss my cheek. “And I love all of you, even when you make me furious.” His gaze narrows on me. “Even though I don’t like your cheek.”

I give him a look that dares him to punish me. To my surprise, he lifts the hem of his shirt and yanks it up over his head. He twists it into a rope and ties it around my head. My world goes dark.

“Stay right there.”

I nod but don’t speak. I underestimated being blindfolded. Deprived of the ability to see, my other senses are heightened. I hear him walking around the room. Drawers open, the squeak of a closet, his heavier breathing. He’s aroused by the prospect of his plans. I feel his heat as he draws near, his footsteps muted by the thick carpet. Something cool graces my wrists, before they’re secured above my head. I open my mouth to speak when something rough drags across my lips. He ties it behind my head. I try to speak but my voice is muffled.

His masculine scent invades my senses, his rough hands run the length of my body as he strips me. I’m already ratcheting closer to the edge of needing to climax when he palms my pussy.

“So wet for me already, lass?” he asks in a husky voice. “Are you my good girl who needs to come?”

He parts my legs and gently touches me. My hips convulse at the gentlest touch, and I whimper against the makeshift gag.

“You make me crazy, Fiona,” he says in a low whisper. “I can’t get you out of my mind.” He drags his knuckles across my breasts. My nipples harden in response. “You’re so utterly fucking perfect.”

As if to emphasize his words, he grasps my nipple between his teeth. My back arches and my pulse races. I yelp against the gag at the feel of his sharp teeth, but a second later he laves my hardened peak with the flat of his tongue, and my body melts. It seems every nerve is on fire, every muscle taut. I want to