Chapter 31
GALINA
I’ve been on dates before. Granted, they were rare, and when they did happen, there were never less than five of Papa’s men within earshot.
But it’s a lot more than a lack of chaperones that make dinner out with Lochlan one of the best nights of my life.
He ends up taking me to The Gray Docks, this incredible farm-to-table place about an hour from Hawthorne Hollow.
No prying eyes. No phantoms of the past.
Just us.
It. Is. Magical.
Not just romantic, and fancy, and expensive, and all that.
We crack jokes all night long. We order half the things on the menu just so we can try them all.
And Lochlan spends the entire dinner effortlessly slipping into this ridiculous, aristocratic British accent whenever the staff is around because he made the reservation under Lord and Lady Cavendish, “of the Kensington Cavendishes, naturally”.
Dork.
By the time we walk arm-in-arm out of the candlelit, oceanside restaurant, I’m on cloud nine.
We’re still a few miles from campus when Lochlan turns to me in the dim glow of the dashboard of his Defender.
“How are you feeling right now?”
A grin pulls my lips wide as I turn to meet his gaze. “Like I don’t want this night to ever end,” I murmur.
“Well then, how might we continue it?” he says with a wink.
Heat pools between my thighs.
“I have a few ideas,” I purr.
“In that case…” He reaches across the center column and hands me a strip of black, silky fabric. “Put that on.”
It's a blindfold.
“What happens after that?” I ask, my tone husky with need.
“Just put on the blindfold, little villain,” he murmurs.
I do so, tying it tightly around my face as he keeps driving.
Eventually I lose track of where we are, but the salty smell in the air when he stops the car and opens his door tells me we’re near the water.
His strong hands help me out before latching around my elbow and waist, guiding me forward.
My heels echo slightly on…wood, maybe?…but I have no idea where we are.
I shiver with excitement when he pauses to unlock what sounds like a heavy, rusted metal door when it squeaks open.
“Wait here a minute,” he murmurs into my ear, his hands skimming my waist. I can hear him moving around the space, my pulse ratcheting higher.
A tingle electrifies my skin when I feel him move behind me again.
“Ready?” he growls softly.
He undoes the knotted silk and then slips the blindfold away.
Holy shit.
We’re in Lochlan’s “lair”: the old harbormaster’s office down on the pier. Candles flicker and gleam everywhere, flames dancing on every surface and shelf. But what catches my full attention is the bed against the far wall, completely covered with black roses.
“You didn’t specify a color, so…”
When I turn to stare at him, my mouth hanging open, Lochlan shrugs.
“I made an informed choice with black. No thorns, either.”
My pulse skips as I struggle to find words.
“You had something very specific in mind, Galina,” he growls quietly. “The prince, I’m not sure I can do much about. But the bed of roses…”
Holy. Fuck.
He did it. He took my insane, ridiculously over the top fantasy and not only made it real, but better than I could ever have imagined it.
His brow furrows as he cups my stunned face. “None of this means you have to do anything you don’t want to or aren’t ready for. But I wanted to show you—”
I cut him off by slamming my mouth to his and kissing him more fiercely than I ever have. Then I grab his shirt, yanking him close as I moan softly into his lips.
“I want you,” I blurt with choked need against his mouth. “I’m ready. And I want you.”
His jaw splits into a panty-melting smile.
“I suppose I could put on the mask. I mean, I can’t vouch for the validity of The Ghost Prince’s princely claims. But if a royal title is what gets you going—”
I punch him in the chest and kiss him at the same time.
“No mask,” I breathe against his lips.
“Good.”
I gasp when he lifts me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his hips and a whimper catching in my throat as I kiss him madly.
Lochlan carries me across the room and gently sets me down on the edge of my bed of roses as our tongues tangle.
When he finally manages to extract himself from my embrace he sinks to his knees in front of me, skimming his hands over my thighs.
Then he takes his time.
He slips off one of my shoes, then the other. His lips trail up my calf, licking and kissing the backs of my knees before dragging his mouth higher. His fingers slip under my skirt, tracing up my thighs before they slide into the lacy waist of my panties and start to peel them down my legs.
My skirt is next, leaving me sitting naked from the waist down as he slowly undoes each button of my top before slipping it off my shoulders. Then my bra.
“You know, if you stay totally dressed while I'm like this, I’ll have some complaints.”
He grins roguishly as he slips between my knees and opens my legs wider. “Is that a fact?”
“Oh, I will definitely be taking the survey afterward and sharing my thoughts,” I say with a giggle.
Lochlan chuckles, then deftly unbuttons his white dress shirt, shrugs it off and tosses it to the side.
I pull a dramatic face. “Boo,” I pout. “Not a single bonus Ghost tattoo? Just the regular Lochlan ones? How disappointing.”
He moves over me, forcing me onto my back as I lie on the soft black roses beneath me.
“I promise you, baby,” he growls, his mouth inches from mine, “that’s the last time you’re disappointed tonight.”
He moves back between my thighs, running his hands over them and pushing them wide apart as his eyes lock with mine, his mouth hovering an inch above my slick pussy.
When his tongue drags up my lips, I forget how to breathe.
When he traces slow circles with the tip over my swollen clit, I lose the ability to speak.
When he takes the throbbing nub between his lips and sucks gently, I go to fucking pieces.
Lochlan’s big hands slide up under my thighs to my ass, lifting my hips from the bed as he sinks his tongue into my pussy.
I moan loudly, gasping and twisting as he tongue-fucks my pussy and then wraps his lips again around my pulsing clit.
His hands slide back down my thighs, and I whimper when he suddenly shoves my knees back to my chest, spreading me wide for his eager tongue.
Holy fuck…
“That's it, baby,” he growls against my pulsing pussy as I shudder and whimper and tremble under his tongue. “Melt for me like a good girl. Let me see how fucking wet this pretty pussy gets for my tongue.”
He sucks on my clit again before his tongue slides down through my lips. He pushes it deep inside my pussy before he slowly drags it lower, then lower still.
My face caves in pleasure, and my breath hitches sharply when his tongue dances in a slow little circle around my asshole.
“Lochlan…”
He tongues my ass with languid, teasing licks before he moves back to my pussy, centering on my clit and boring down on it with his swirling tongue. I moan desperately, clawing at the bed, the roses and his hair as he keeps my legs pinned all the way back and spread while he devours me.
My legs tremble. My thighs shake. My nipples tighten to aching peaks as my brow crumbles and my jaw goes slack.
“Lochlan!” I choke. “I’m going to—”
“Let me taste your cum, baby,” he groans into my pussy. “Give me all your sweet cum. Show me how my good girl comes apart for my fucking tongue.”
“FUCK!”
My head rocks back as his lips fasten around my clit and suck. His tongue swirls and dances and bats back and forth across the throbbing bundle of nerves as my whole universe compresses into a fiery ball of pure white energy.
Then it explodes.
I cry out, my entire spine arching from the bed as my fingers clutch his hair tightly. Lochlan groans into my pussy, his tongue dancing over my clit as I thrash from one orgasm straight into another.
I’m still shaking when he slides up my body, naked now, and so fucking hard.
His thick cock drags up my thigh as he nips and bites and sucks and licks his way up to my mouth.
I whimper as I kiss him fiercely, tasting my cum and my pussy on his lips.
His cock pulses and throbs against my center as I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” he rasps into my ear. “And you're going to look me in the eye when I do.”
His hands slide under my ass again, lifting my hips as he nudges the fat crown of his cock against my opening. A ragged whimper scrapes from my throat as he starts to sink into me, his thickness slipping through my wetness.
“Look at me, little villain. Look at me when I make you fucking mine.”
Our eyes lock as one of his hands tightens on my hip while the other slides up to wrap around my throat. Time freezes as I drown in the piercing blue of his gaze, my nails poised against his skin. He lowers his face to mine, our foreheads pressing together before he crushes his lips to mine.
At exactly the same moment, he buries every single inch of his cock in me.
Holy. Fucking. FUCK.
My body spasms on the bed as a ragged cry of pleasure and pain rips from my throat. My eyes fly open, and all I see are his, boring right into me.
Flaying me open. Shattering any and every last wall I have as he grinds his cock deep inside me.
“Mine,” he breathes against my lips before capturing them with his. I moan, feeling the pinching sting of penetration swirling with the aching need of desire and pleasure. He’s so fucking big I swear I can feel him in my throat as my walls stretch to the limit around his thickness.
Lochlan doesn’t look away or even blink. His eyes stay locked on me and only me as he slowly rolls his hips back. I don’t even recognize the whimpering little sounds I hear as me, reveling in the delicious friction of his fat cock sliding out until just the head is inside.
“Look at me, baby,” he murmurs, his ab muscles flexing as he grits his teeth.
Like he’s savoring me.
“You’re doing so well,” he groans as he starts to sink back in.