Chapter 15 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.