Page 158 of First Chance
Cherished.
Loved.
I want to kiss him for all the time that I’ll miss out on once I leave.
I bite his lip roughly, and he growls, covering my body with his.
He devours me as I open my thighs wide to make room for his hips, and my dress pools at my waist. The moment his hardness presses against my panties, I’m grinding against it, begging for it.
“You can still change your mind, baby.”
“No. Make love to me, Lochlan. And, then fuck me, all night. Please.” I gasp when he bites my neck, but then he sits up on his knees, leaving me.
He hooks a finger under the strap of my dress and tugs it off my shoulder, exposing my bare breast, and then he does the other, letting the cool night air pebble my nipples tightly.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, filling his palms and grazing his thumbs across my sensitive peaks. “I wish I had a picture of this, I’ll never be able to capture it perfectly in a drawing.”
“So, take a picture.”
He looks at me curiously until I reach to the edge of the blanket to get the new phone he secured this week. His eyes darken fiercely.
I have no idea what I truly look like, my hair is probably a mess, and I can feel the heat of the fire against my flushed cheeks, but I know that he loves what he sees, and that’s all I need to know.
He snaps a photo and I know he’s satisfied because I can feel his cock flex against me.
I take his free hand and drag it up my stomach, cupping my breast with it. “Take another one.”
He shudders a breath, squeezing my soft flesh in his hand and taking another picture.
“One more?” I suggest, pulling his hand higher, sucking his thumb between my lips. I’m not even sure if he had time to press the button before he throws the phone to the side and attacks, claiming my mouth in a brutal kiss that sends heat coursing through me.
My fingers drag the bottom of his shirt high up on his torso, until they brush across something that’s not on the side that his bruise is on.
“What’s this?” It’s bigger than my hand.
Our noses are touching as he just looks at me, silently.
“Did you get hurt again?” It’s plastic and distinctly bandage feeling.
He kneels again, not saying a word before ripping his shirt off over his head. “I’m supposed to leave this on but…” He peels the tape off his side, exposing a new tattoo.
I gasp, launching upward to look at it. It’s…
Me.
The last drawing I saw that he had laid on his nightstand. It’s simple, only the outlines of my figure, and nothing more graphic. I’m nude, but it’s not overtly sexual at all; it’s abstract and beautiful.
“Lochlan, I can’t believe…”
“I told you I didn’t want to get rid of you, darlin’. You’re branded on me, now, but you’re already burned into my soul forever.”
“You’re going to make me cry again,” I whisper against his lips, squeezing my eyes shut to ward off the tears.
“Then let me distract you.” He kisses me, pushing my back until I’m lying on the blanket again, and then he slips my dress off my body. My panties are next, he slowly drags them down my legs, leaving electricity in his wake.
The light of the fire dances across my skin as he stands to remove his pants, his eyes never leaving my naked body.
I’ll never be more confident in any decision than I am giving Lochlan my virginity. Not because it’s some sanctimonious virtue I’ve been holding onto, but because I’ll never feel safer sharing this vulnerable moment with anyone but him.
