Submission

Lachlan

When she surrendered and her plush lips hit mine, I moaned into her mouth with relief. My entire body tensing with want. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I held her against the wall, reveling in the feel of her soft body against mine. I could feel the rapid tattoo of her heart against my chest, and the sweet scent of her perfume filled my lungs. I burned with the same desire; my body strained to the breaking point.

My lips drifted back up to nip the lobe of her ear before I whispered. softly in her ear, "I want to show you how much I burn for you, leannan. Let me explore every inch of you." My hands began their journey, tracing the contours of her body, up her arms, and down her sides, burning a trail of fire along her skin. I felt her shiver in response, and a low growl rumbled in my throat as my cock hardened even more.

Her eyes widened as I reached down and slowly drew the single strap holding up the dress down her shoulder revealing the creamy expanse of the top her full breasts. I took a moment to admire the flawless skin, the swell of her breasts contained within a delicate lace bra. I reached out, my fingertips grazing her nipples pushing against the silky cups. Her sharp inhalation had her nearly spill from the barely there silk.

"So beautiful," I whispered, my voice rough with emotion. "I need to see all of you."

I slowly slid the zipper down her spine, reveling in the way her eyes drifted closed as the cool air caressed her bared skin. The garment fell away, and I stepped back to admire her in all her glory. I could see the swift rise and fall of her chest, and the flush that spread across her cheeks. She was exquisite—a masterpiece I wanted to devour.

Reaching around her again, I quickly flicked open the clasp holding the silk fabric that stood between me and her dark pink nipples. As I trailed my fingertips around her breasts, the stiff peaks hardened further under my touch. Quinn moaned, her head falling back as I took one taut nipple between my teeth and gently tugged. I looked up at her, enjoying the way her throat bobbed, and her lips parted.

"Mmmm, delicious," I murmured, my hands continuing their exploration.

The storm outside seemed to mirror the one raging within me. Lightning flashed, and the thunder clapped loudly, as if approving of our forbidden union. I felt her hands move as well, running over my shoulders, along my chest, tracing the contours of my muscles under my shirt.

"Take it off," I commanded, stepping back in anticipation of her compliance.

Her eyes dragged open and met mine, her desire reflected in her blue orbs. Biting her pouty lower lip, she refocused on the small V opening of my button up where my tanned skin peeked out. I stayed perfectly still although the need to rip my own clothes off and drive myself into her warm, wet heat was almost overwhelming.

I waited despite my cock pushing against my pants becoming painful, needing her to be an active participant and to obey my order. The need for her submission strong within me. Without speaking, I took a step back, removing myself from easy reach. My lips quirked up with satisfaction as she moved, her fingers dancing over my buttons, deftly slipping them from the buttonholes until she was slipping the cotton from my shoulders.

The fabric joined the discarded mess on the floor, and I returned my attention to her body, running my hands up her sides, and cupping her breasts. I thumbed the stiff peaks, and Quinn moaned, arching into my touch.

"You're driving me wild, leannan," I growled, impressed and moved by her ability to affect me so profoundly.

Her breath hitched before she breathed, "What does that mean?"

"What?" I asked distractedly, my lips busy exploring the hollow of her throat, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck, relishing in her shivers. I smiled against her skin as her breath hitched in anticipation as I moved inexorably toward her chest arching into my hands. I greedily feasted on her breasts, circle her stiff peaks with my tongue using the edge of my piercing to pinch until she cried out. The heady rush of her taste on my palate wrung another groan from my throat.

"Leannan? Is that Gaelic?" she brokenly whispered.

I tried to focus on the question, but Quinn's hands were in my hair now, holding me close, moaning encouragement as I devoured her flesh. I switched from one breast to the other, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses in my wake. Her fingers tightened, tugging gently on my locks, as a low growl rumbled in my throat.

"Sweetheart," I ground out, falling to my knees in front of her, my tongue licking my lips in anticipation as I gazed at the small scrap of silk that hid the apex of her thighs from my eyes.

I paused, taking in the sight of her, the flush that spread across her cheeks, and the way her eyes dared me to continue. I met her gaze, and slowly ran my finger along the delicate trim, tracing the outline of her curves.

"Please," she begged, her nostrils flaring and her pink tongue licking her lips swollen from my kisses.

I needed no further invitation.