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Lachlan freezes, his gaze locking with mine. His throat bobs as he swallows hard, his jaw shivering with the sheer agony of restraint.

"Look at me, Viv," he rasps, his voice breaking on the syllable. "Tell me to stop. Tell me right now, or by God, I will take you until neither of us can walk."

I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back, and pull him down. "Don't you dare stop."

He drives inside me in one smooth, agonizingly slow push.

The breath leaves my body in a ragged groan. He’s huge. He stretches me completely, filling every empty space until the pressure borders on pain, hot and full and perfect. I dig my fingernails into the thick meat of his shoulders, my head tossing back against the pillows.

Lachlan buries his face into the crook of my neck, his entire frame trembling as he seats himself balls-deep inside me. A guttural noise vibrates in his chest.

"Too tight," he groans against my skin, his hips stuttering. "Fuck, lass, you're squeezing the soul right out of me."

He begins to move, and I think I might die with the pleasure of it.

Slow at first, withdrawing until only the broad head remains inside before sinking back in with a deliberate thrust that lifts my hips off the sheets. The motion is unbearably delicious, made even better by the slick slide of my own climax.

Picking up the pace, his thrusts turn hard, deep, and punishing. The heavy slap of his skin against mine echoes through the bedroom alongside our ragged breathing. Every time he hammers into me, his cock hits a spot so deep inside me that stars burst behind my eyelids

"You're mine," he growls into my ear, his Scottish accent thick and slurred with lust. His teeth graze the delicate skin over my jugular, scraping lightly, testing the flesh. "Mine, Vivienne. Tell me."

"Yours," I cry out, pushing my hips up to meet every brutal roll of his pelvis. "I'm yours, fuck⁠—"

He groans, the sound completely animal, and slides a heavy hand down between our bodies. His thumb finds my swollen clit, circling it with firm, ruthless pressure while he continues to pound inside me.

The heat coils instantly in my belly, sharp and frantic. I'm climbing the edge again, clawing at his back, my heels digging into his thighs.

"Lachlan, I can't—I'm going to⁠—"

"Come for me, love," he roars, slamming into me with a desperate, reckless speed that rattles the massive headboard against the stone wall. "Come around my cock with that perfect, tight cunt."

The world shatters.

My cunt snaps tight around him in a blinding, pulsing clamp. The living brand on my wrist blazes with searing heat, flooding my veins with a burst of cold, electric magic that matches the fire burning between our hips. I scream into his shoulder, biting his skin to keep from losing my mind as the climax rips through me.

It pushes him over the edge.

Lachlan stiffens, his hips driving deep and locking there. His head rears back, a deafening, gravelly roar tearing from his throat as he unloads inside me. I feel the thick, hot pulses of his release painting my insides, wave after heavy wave, his muscles locking tight.

He stays buried deep inside me, shuddering violently, his teeth pressed hard against the hollow of my throat. He doesn't bite—I can feel the shudder of pure agony running through his jaw as he forces himself to pull back, his lips pressing a bruised, frantic kiss to my neck instead.

We collapse together into the wreckage of the sheets.

The room is quiet, save for our ragged breaths. Lachlan’s heavy weight crushes me into the mattress, but I don't care. I wrap my arms around his broad, damp back, sinking into the warmth of his skin, his perfect smell.

Honey and rain, pine trees and night forest.

He rolls slightly to the side, taking me with him, tucking my head securely beneath his chin. One massive arm locks around my waist, anchoring me flush against his chest, refusing to let even a sliver of air between us.

I lie there in the warm quiet, my body humming with an exhaustion that feels clean and complete.

My mind spins through the haze.

That was not normal sex. Not even close.

And more importantly… he didn't bite me. He wanted to—I felt his teeth pressing against my skin. But he held back.

I blink through the dim light toward the nightstand across the room.