I rub against him, trying to seek relief. Pressure builds inside of me from just him sucking, licking, and nipping at my breasts, but I’m not able to find my release.
I groan from frustration and pull on his hair.
“Someone’s impatient.”
“Someone’s about to finish this themselves if you don’t keep moving.”
His laugh fills me with a different kind of warmth than the one bubbling in my lower belly. He crawls down the bed, making a mess of our sheets as he spreads my legs wide. Our gazes stay locked as he sinks his tongue inside of me. My back arches, but his hand holds me flat against the bed as he fucks me with his tongue.
Will it always feel this good?
His chuckle sends another vibration up my body, and I realize I must have said it aloud.
“Only with you.” His fingers tease me, working in unison with his tongue as he draws my pleasure from me with each thrust. His thumb rubs against my clit, and I groan as my orgasm hits me.
Declan doesn’t stop until I lay helplessly on the bed, splayed out and waiting for him.
“You’re beautiful.” He crawls over me and cups my face. His hands shove my legs apart even wider, giving him room to settle between them.
“I could spend the rest of forever with you and it still wouldn’t be enough time to finish everything I have planned for us.”
“That’s a lot of plans.”
“Let’s start with this one first.”
I shiver as he lines his cock up at my entrance. He drags the tip back and forth, collecting my arousal with each swipe. His shuddery breath fills me with pride.
I wrap my legs around him, encouraging him to continue.
“Are you sure about this?” His voice is hesitant.
“Only if you are.”
“I don’t deserve you. Never have and never will, so long as I live.”
“You are worthy of good things.”
Our eyes don’t leave one another as his cock fills me inch by inch. We both shake as he seats himself inside of me, and his eyes screw shut as he takes a deep breath.
“Fuck,” he speaks between gritted teeth.
Fuck is right. I’m afraid he might not move again, but he seems to get better control over himself and starts to pump in and out.
With each snap of his hips, I climb higher. His movements are crazed. Uncontrolled. Primal in a way I’ve never experienced before. My head spins from all the sensations happening at once. A feeling of weightlessness takes over me, and it feels like I am having an out-of-body experience.
Declan seems to be right there with me. His eyes are pitch black as he drives into my body like he owns it, leaving bruises where his hands hold me in the right position for his pleasure. It makes me feel used in the best kind of way.
He angles me just right so his cock slides against the spot that has me gasping for air. His thumb finds my clit again, and it only takes a few slow circles to have me explode from ecstasy.
He fucks me through my orgasm until I’m writhing underneath him again. When he finally reaches his climax, he releases a groan I feel straight to my clit. His hips don’t stop moving as he comes inside of me. He drops down on his elbows, careful not to crush me as he kisses me once before laying his forehead against mine.
Neither one of us wants to move and break the moment. So we stay there until he is forced to pull out, and part of his release spills out.
“Shit.” He seems starstruck as he swipes some of his cum and uses it as a lubricant against my clit.
I sigh as a tingle shoots all the way down to my toes.
“That has to be the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.” His husky voice does something powerful to my libido.
I thought he would be done with me already, but he keeps touching me until I’m desperately reaching for him again.
The second time he enters me, his movements are slow, sweet. Loving. He apologizes for his earlier brutality with soft kisses and a reverent touch. I’ve never felt so loved in my life, and it has everything to do with the way he looks at me as he fucks me this time around.
He kisses my neck, shoulders, breasts, forehead. Not even my soul is left untouched as he whispers foreign words in my ear. I have no idea what they mean, but the way he says them sends goosebumps across my skin.
“Daisuki1.” His deep thrust makes me gasp.
“Szeretlek2.” He presses his lips against my forehead. My pulse flutters at the gesture, sending a rush of pleasure all the way to my toes.
“Ich liebe dich3.”
Our gazes connect. The way I shiver has nothing to do with his touch and everything to do with the way he looks at me.
I might not be able to recite foreign words like him, but I understand tone and body language, and whatever he says makes my heart feel so full, it might burst.
You’re falling for him.
For the first time ever, I’m not afraid of love. If this is what it feels like, I’m willing to try, consequences be damned.
1 Japanese: I love you.
2 Hungarian: I love you
3 German: I love you.
38
DECLAN
Of course, the one day that Iris takes off is the day everything turns to shit.
“We have a problem,” Rowan says the moment I pick up my ringing phone.
“What’s wrong?” I readjust my tie in the mirror.
“Yakura just showed up at my office.”
“Fuck.” I grab my wallet off the dresser and stuff my feet into my shoes.
“It gets better. Guess who came with him?”
“No.”
“Father is waiting in the lobby with him. Get over here. Now.”
I don’t have a chance to panic as I rush out the door of my hotel room. I’m quick to pull up Iris’s number and call her.
It goes to voicemail, so I dial again. She picks up on the fourth ring which is unlike her.
“Hey!” She laughs at someone talking in the background. “Give me a second.”
Someone boos, and it sounds an awful lot like Zahra. I’m hit with a twinge of guilt. Am I really going to drag her away from Zahra so she can come help me pick up after my father’s mess? It’s not her fault he keeps screwing around with our plans. And to be honest, I don’t want her anywhere near him. Not because I don’t think she could control herself, but more so because I don’t want him to use her to get to me. He has already hurt her enough.
“Miss me already?”
I open my mouth to tell her about what is happening, but I stop myself. I think back to our honeymoon and her reaction to being forced into working on her day off.
I’ve spent three years of my life making sure you’re taken care of, even if it meant sacrificing my happiness to do so.
No, I can’t make her leave now. She has already sacrificed enough for me, and it’s not her fault my father won’t stop his attack against me.
I take a deep breath and accept my choice. “I was calling to check in on you. How is it?” I press the elevator button and wait.
“It’s like the Chicago Botanic Garden on steroids. They have fifteen greenhouses. I already got lost twice!”
She sounds so damn excited, and it solidifies my plan. I can’t rip her away from her day. Not when the only option I have is to throw her into a family feud she doesn’t deserve. It’s the last thing I want for her. My father has no limits when it comes to Iris, and I refuse to subject her to that kind of abuse after everything she has been through in her life.