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His voice was pure satisfaction.

He slowed only when the last tremor finally worked its way through me.

I sagged against the mattress, breathing hard.

Lachlan straightened behind me, one hand closing possessively around my hip as he raised my ass higher.

I managed to turn my head enough to look over my shoulder.

He was smiling down at me.

But it wasn’t the teasing smirk I knew or the hungry satisfaction I’d seen when he wanted me.

There was something different in his face now.

Something almost boyishly pleased beneath all that hard masculinity, as though watching me fall apart in his hands had given him exactly what he wanted from the world.

My heart squeezed painfully.

I wanted to put that look on his face over and over again.

Lachlan wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked it twice, his attention fixed on me.

The hunger in his expression sent another wave of heat between my legs.

He leaned over me and dragged the head slowly across my clit.

I moaned.

Instead of entering me, he dipped lower, coating the head of his cock in the wetness between my folds before sliding back up to my clit.

Again.

And again.

Each time I thought he was finally going to push inside me, he returned to my clit.

“Lachlan,” I whined.

“Patience, Mouse.”

My fingers twisted into the blanket while he continued torturing me with the same slow pressure until my hips started moving on their own, trying to catch him.

A quiet laugh came from behind me.

“Greedy.”

“You’re doing it on purpose.”

“Aye.”

No remorse whatsoever.

He dragged his cock through my wetness once more, but instead of lining himself up with my pussy, he slowly slid the slick head higher.

I realized where he was going a second before he reached the tight hole between my cheeks.

I gasped.