Lachlan
“Lachlan,” she breathed, her voice catching as my thumb grazed her c**t in a particularly torturous circle, and I chuckled darkly at the way her body instinctively arched, chasing after my hand.
“You haven’t earned it yet, love,” I growled low, slipping away from that sensitive button she so desperately needed me to touch. "You either beg properly, or you'll come on my time.”
She whimpered, a lovely, desperate sound that sent a pulse of heat straight to my c**k. God, she was gorgeous like this, strung tight, just on the edge of breaking with pleasure but held back by my command—by that relentless line of control I knew she'd only surrender to one man: Me.
"Please, Lachlan," she finally gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets beside her, gripping them hard enough her knuck
