I stalked her like this fucking animal, so damn hungry for her, so insatiable for the need to feel her under me. She stopped, the wall forcing her to cease escaping. She braced her hands behind her, her chest rising and falling almost violently.

She was aroused, her pupils dilated, her breasts pressing against the material of her shirt every time she inhaled. I lowered my gaze to her throat, saw her pulse beating hard, fast. She was nervous, but I had no doubt she was wet for me, so fucking soaked.

“Tell me you want this, that you want me touching you, owning you … making you mine.” I kept my focus on her. Her lips were slightly parted, the air moving fast and hard between them.

“I want you,” she whispered.

I was only a foot from her, the sweet scent of her desire making me drunk. My cock was so fucking hard, this lead pipe between my thighs. Hell, the tip of my shaft was wet with pre-cum.

“Tell me how much you want this,” I demanded slowly, my voice low, thick. I needed—wanted—to hear her admit she wanted this, that she wanted me. I was aching to hear those words come from her mouth. I had no doubt she’d surrender to me, be mine in every way.

I stepped closer, my chest right up against hers now, her breasts pressing into mine every time she breathed. I was good at picking up body language, how others acted, what they were thinking by the way they reacted to me, to my presence.

And I could see that my presence made her wet, needy.

I reached out and ran my finger along her bottom lip, pulling the lush pink flesh down. I lifted my gaze and stared at her face. The sound she made was a little bit of pleasure, maybe even uncertainty.

I lowered my hand, sliding my finger along the collar of her shirt, wanting to tear the fucking thing from her, just tear the material from her body.

Then do it. Make her feel good.

The anticipation and excitement of what I was about to do raced through my veins. I needed this—her—so damn badly I could taste it. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours,” I said on a groan.

“I want you,” she said, her words heated, whispered.

I went for the button of her pants and had them undone and pushed down her thighs a second later. She made this noise that turned me on even more.

“Take all of it off. All of it.”

She obeyed me instantly, and my cock jerked at that knowledge, at the fact she was so receptive to me.

Once she was naked, I didn’t stop myself from doing the same, getting out of the irritating garments that hid me from Layla. I needed to be just as naked as she was, needed her to see how much I wanted her. I wanted her to see how ready I was.

She was breathing so hard, her large breasts rising and falling, her nipples hard, puckered from the air and her arousal.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

She licked her lips and nodded. I was surprised she’d understood me. My voice was so hoarse, so guttural that the words had sounded distorted.

I was in front of her seconds later, letting my fingers skim over the bare flesh of her belly, along the slight indentation of her navel.

“Ask me for it.” I desperately needed her to tell me she wanted this, to show me verbally how much she needed me.

“I need you, Lachlan,” she whispered.

Fuck, I’d never get tired of hearing her say that. All these filthy fucking images slammed into my head, all the things I wanted to do to her, do with her. I touched her softly and swirled my finger along her belly button as I stared into her eyes.

I wanted to be her reality.

“I want this.” Her eyes were so big, so expressive. “I want to be with you in every way.” She reached up and gripped my biceps, her nails digging into my arms, the sting feeling so fucking good. I clenched my jaw, a deep sound of pleasure leaving me.

“I want you to be my first.” She swallowed, the sound audible, her breathing harsh.

“I’ll be your only, Layla.”

She was a virgin, and I’d be the one to claim her cherry, to own it. No other man would ever know what she felt like, would ever know the sounds she made when she was stretched and filled.

I ran the tip of my nose up the arch of her neck, inhaling the scent of her, feeling like some primitive, wild fucking animal for what I was doing, for how I felt. The little moan she made, her little inhalation of air, speared right to my dick and had my balls drawing up.

I wanted to fill her up with my cum, make her so full of my seed that I could see it slipping from her sweet pussy.

“Kiss me,” she begged, whispered.

I slammed my mouth down on hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth, fucking her the way I wanted to do between her legs. While kissing her I slid my hand along the back of her knee, her skin so smooth.

I bent slightly, lifting her leg, urging her to wrap it around my waist. And fuck, when she did that and I felt her wet, hot pussy press to my cock, the fucker jerked in response. I grabbed her ass, squeezing the lush mounds, pulling her closer to me.

I wanted to be a virgin for her, wanted to say she was my first, too. But even if I wasn’t, I hadn’t been with a woman in years. This felt so fucking incredible.

I wanted my mouth on hers, on her flesh, on her pussy. I wanted to lick, to lap up her cream, to drink it until I was drunk. I’d never get enough of her, never stop wanting her.

And because I was so far gone with my need, I didn’t stop myself from getting onto my haunches, her pussy now right in front of me. Her legs were slightly parted, and all I could smell was the sugary scent of her.

She was ready for me.

I bet she was so pink between her thighs, nice and primed, her clit engorged and ready to be sucked on. I wanted to lap at her right now, but instead I rose back up, needing to look into her face when I finally touched her pussy.

I slipped my hand between her legs and placed it right over her cunt. I couldn’t help myself. “You, this…” I added just the smallest amount of pressure right on her pussy so she knew exactly what I meant. “This will be mine, only mine.” She was so wet for me, making my fingers soaked, making me soaked, hungry for her. “No other man will have you, will know how you feel … will know how you taste.”

“Oh. God,” she gasped out, rising on her toes, her mouth parted.

“I want to lick you, taste and devour you until my lips are numb.”

“Lachlan.” She whispered my name so softly.

I ran a finger up and down her center, gathering her pussy cream. I pulled my hand up so she could see just how wet the digits were, so she could watch what I was going to do.

I licked those fingers until they were clean, swallowing the oh-so-sweet flavor of her, memorizing the flavor, imprinting it in my body.

I’d make sure Layla knew what she meant to me, what it meant to be mine.