Chapter 35 Needs

• Soreness all over my body greeted me as the first rays of dawn filtered through the cabin windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the tangled sheets and our entwined bodies. I smiled slowly, allowing my fingers to graze the intricate Celtic tattoo that wound around Lachlan's tan arm. I reveled in the warmth of his body as consciousness gradually returned and the memories of the night before came flooding back in vivid detail.
• Lachlan's hands on my body, his touch igniting a fire that had seemed to burn hotter with each passing moment. The feel of the soft leather restraints around my wrists, the delicious surrender as I yielded control to him. The exquisite blend of pleasure and pain as he pushed me to new heights of ecstasy with the giant dildo and the flogger. My begging and screams echoing through the cabin now making my skin reddening with embarrassment as I remembered them.
• Even with the embarrassment of my wantonness, I couldn't control the shiver that ran down my spine and the wetness that immediately gathered between my legs as I recalled the raw, primal passion in Lachlan's eyes, the way he had claimed me, body and soul. It was as if he had reached into the deepest recesses of my being and ignited a part of me I never knew existed—a part that craved his dominance, his control, as much as it craved his love and acceptance.