Beg

Lachlan

"Yes," she breathed, and with that, I claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of my desire, my hunger, my insatiable need for her into the melding of our lips. She responded with a fervor that matched my own, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck as she pulled me closer, deeper, surrendering herself to the inferno that raged between us.

As our tongues danced and dueled, I could taste the sweet nectar of her submission, the heady elixir of her desire. It was intoxicating, addictive, and I knew in that moment that I would never have my fill of her. She was my match, my equal, my obsession. And I would stop at nothing to make her mine in every sense of the word.

Reluctantly, I tore my lips from hers, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I fought to regain a semblance of control. Quinn's eyes were glazed with passion, her lips swollen and bruised from our kiss, and I knew that I had never seen a more erotic sight in my life.

"Come with me, leannan," I rasped, my voice hoarse with desire as I held out my hand to her. "Let's celebrate our...collaboration."

For a moment, she hesitated, her gaze locked with mine as if searching for some hidden meaning within the depths of my eyes. Then, slowly, she placed her hand in mine, her fingers entwining with my own in a gesture of trust that sent a surge of triumph roaring through me.

Together, we stepped out into the gathering twilight, the warm tropical breeze back to normal and wrapping around us like a lover's embrace as I led her down the winding path that would take us to the very heart of my island sanctuary. With each step, I could feel the delicious tension building within me, the need for her growing.

As we walked, I regaled her with tales of my island paradise, spinning a web of stories to captivate her senses and draw her ever deeper into my thrall. I spoke of the hidden lagoons where the water shimmered like liquid jewels, and the secret groves where exotic flowers bloomed in riotous profusion. I whispered of the legends that shrouded the island about ancient peoples.

And with each word, each whispered promise, I could see the walls of Quinn's resistance crumbling, could feel the bonds that tethered her to her past loosening as she allowed herself to be drawn ever deeper into the magic of the present.

At length, we arrived at our destination—a secluded cove where the sand was as fine as powdered sugar and the waves lapped gently against the shore. In the center of the beach, a sumptuous feast had been laid out under a canopy of silk, the flickering light of a dozen candles casting a warm, inviting glow over the scene. I'd had Sims and his few minions working all day in anticipation of this moment.

Quinn's eyes widened in surprise and delight as she took in the sight before her, her lips parting in a soft gasp of wonder. "Lachlan," she breathed, turning to me with an expression of awe. "This is... incredible."

A satisfied smile curved my lips as I led her to the thick pillows that surrounded the low table, reveling in the knowledge that I had succeeded in sweeping her off her feet, in transporting her to a realm where only the two of us existed, where any reservations about our agreement that might be lingering would be swept away. "I'm glad you approve," I murmured, gesturing for her to take a seat. "After all, I promised you what you deserve along with my truths, did I not?"

As we settled onto the silk, I began to ply her with delicacies designed to tantalize her senses—succulent fruits that burst upon the tongue in a symphony of sweetness, tender morsels of meat that melted like butter in the mouth, and exotic wines that danced upon the palate like liquid fire. With each bite, each sip, I could see the flames of desire burning ever brighter within her, could feel the invisible threads that bound us together growing taut with anticipation.

As the meal drew to a close, I leaned back against the pillows, my gaze locked with my beauty's as I allowed the full force of my hunger to blaze forth unchecked. "And now, mo chride," I purred, my voice a low, resonant growl that seemed to vibrate through the very air between us. "It is time for the main course."

I saw her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breasts straining against the sundress, the nipples erect and visible through the thin fabric. Her eyes, dark with desire, held mine as I leaned in, and she offered her lips in silent invitation. Our mouths met, and I knew we had reached a point of no return. I wanted to devour her, to taste every inch of her body.

Without breaking our kiss, I reached for the ties of her sundress, undoing them slowly, reveling in the reveal of her body. Her breasts, full and perfect, spilled out, and I cupped them in my hands, thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling them pebble even harder. I pinched one hard bud and her breath hitched before she moaned into my mouth, her hands tangling in my hair.

I broke the kiss, trailing my lips along her jaw, nipping at her ear lobe. "You like that, baby? You like it rough, don't you?"

"Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Please, don't stop."

I smiled against her skin, blowing gently, making her shiver. "I don't plan to. But first, I want to taste you."

I guided her down onto the pillows, and positioned myself between her thighs, inhaling her scent, a heady mix of perfume and arousal. I wanted to make this moment last, to draw out her pleasure, so I began by planting soft kisses along her inner thighs, hearing her sharp intake of breath.

"You're so beautiful here," I murmured, trailing a single finger along the seam of her sex. "I could spend hours worshipping you."

Her hands found my hair again, stroking gently. "Please, Lachlan, I need you."

I smiled, the sight of her glistening sex making my cock twitch. "As you wish, leannan."

Lowering my mouth, my breath hot on her sensitive flesh, I swiped my tongue through her folds, the taste of her like ambrosia. She tasted better than I remembered, and I moaned, the vibration of my voice sending a shudder through her body. I swirled my tongue, finding her clit, and suckled it gently, feeling her hips buck against my mouth.

"Oh, God, yes," she cried out, her hands tightening in my hair. "Don't stop, I'm so close."

I wanted her to beg, to plead for release, so my mouth left her sensitive bundle of nerves to lick and suck everywhere but her clit. She writhed under my mouth, silently begging me to return to the very apex of her thighs, but I was determined to have her surrender completely. I added my fingers to the mix, thrusting them into her wet heat. I curled them, finding that magical spot, and stroked her firmly.

"Please, Lachlan, I need to come," she whimpered, her hips bucking against my face.

I held her still, my fingers stilling inside her. "Not yet, baby. You have to do something for me first."

"Anything," she gasped. "Just don't stop."