The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,159

obsessed with. It was a home for my dick, the space I loved occupying more than any other. Every woman was different, perfect in their own way. But she was far above the rest. I loved every single feature of her body, worshiped it.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head when she felt me stretch her apart. “Crewe…”

I loved it when my woman said my name. It made me feel more like royalty than my noble blood. My hand snaked into her hair, and I looked into her eyes as I watched her writhe for me. A woman’s pleasure wasn’t the highest priority on the list, but with London, I wanted to make sure the sex was even better for her than it was for me.

That was probably why she fell in love with me to begin with.

Never in my life had I shared my universe with another person. I had my men and my guards, and I had Finley, who’d been part of my life longer than my own parents. But there was never a real partnership. Even Ariel wasn’t someone whom I connected my soul with. When Josephine and I were engaged to be married, I still didn’t feel this way.

With London, she felt like family. She filled the hole my parents’ death had left behind. She shared my world and made it a better place. When I walked into our private quarters, I could truly be myself. I didn’t have to be the scotch king anymore.

I could just be a man.

The fact that she fell for me despite her difficult situation only told me what we had was real. Only something stronger than lust could bring us together like this. Only something true could get London to look at me the way she was looking at me right now.

Her hands glided up my shoulders until they dug into my hair. Her fingertips were either brutal or gentle, clawing at me or caressing me. She rocked her hips in tune with my thrusts, taking my cock just as I was giving it. She breathed into my mouth as she enjoyed me, her hard nipples rubbing against my chest.

There was nowhere else in the world I’d rather be than here. “So fucking beautiful.” I would never get over the fact that she was mine. A lot of beautiful women had graced my bed, but they had nothing on this woman. I could stare at the corner of her mouth forever because even that small part was absolutely perfect. I was obsessed with her body, but I was also obsessed with her soul.

Her eyes melted like chocolate in the summer sun. Her nails dragged down the back of my neck to my shoulders, and she clawed her way into my muscle, her hips still working with mine. Her lips were parted, and her small teeth could be seen. “I love you so much.” She pulled me harder into her like she wasn’t getting enough of me.

I didn’t think twice before the words came out of my mouth. “I love you more.” We never had the long and annoying conversation about our future, and I started to suspect it was never coming. London was happy where we are, happy with where we stood in the middle of time. She wanted me every day until our days on earth were gone.

She kissed me and breathed into my mouth at the same time, her excitement palpable. Her ankles locked together around my waist and her nails scratched my skin.

I realized it was the first time I was truly happy. The feeling was so foreign I didn’t recognize it. I couldn’t remember the last time I was happy. Maybe I’d never been happy all my life. I thought Josephine made me complete, but I quickly realized that was just a short-term high. What I had with London was special. If I met her in a bar on a night out, we probably would have ended up the same way. She didn’t need to be my prisoner for us to fall for each other.

It was meant to happen.

We sat together at the table on the balcony, getting a great view of the castle and the hills beyond. It stopped raining yesterday, so the sun was out. It was still chilly, so London wore black leggings and a loose sweater. Even in the bulky clothing, she still looked eye-catching. Her slender neckline and petite shoulders reminded me of everything that existed under the fabric.

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