Maker, I loved this man.
“Careful, lass,” he growled over his shoulder as my hand ran down the material of his dark jeans, my eyes widening at just how goddamn hard he was. I barely had skimmed over his jean-covered erection before he was pulling the bike to a complete stop. Oops. Guess he was a bit more on edge than I realized.
“Declan!” I let out a small surprised noise as he lifted me up from behind him and placed me on his large lap so that I was straddling the massive man on his motorcycle, my face flushed with a need that had been growing for far too long now.
“I told you to be careful,” he mused, a low rumble breaking from his throat as his one hand wrapped around the back of my neck and the other grabbed at my hip, pulling me flush against him. I let out a small needy sound as my hips rolled naturally against his hard length, absolutely loving the feral sound that broke from his throat.
“Please, Declan.” I nearly was begging. “I need you. I love you and I really fucking need you.” Honestly, I think the more I had sex, the more turned on I got. Because right now I was fucking drenched, and god did I need him.
“Turn around,” he demanded sharply, his eyes sparking with an almost electric energy. I turned, immediately pushing myself flush with his hardness, his teeth biting down on my neck in a move that was far more animalistic than I could have imagined.
“Lass,” his voice was dark and rough, “how wet are you? I want to pound the fuck into you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Pretty fucking wet,” I whispered on a small moan as he pushed up my dress, his fingers running up my thighs to my small black thong, a low growl breaking from his throat. The rain that had been falling the past few minutes had soaked our clothes, but somehow it made all of this so much dirtier. I loved romantic fucking moments, but this was hot as hell, and my breaking point on waiting had officially been met.
“This is all that’s been blocking me from claiming your sweet ass all day?” he snarled, snapping the material as I squeaked, surprised at his feral edge. Declan was so chill, but as the sky thundered above us I realized all the passion he had tried to keep hidden from me.
“Declan,” I moaned as his hot, rough fingers grazed my wet pussy, my eyes fluttering shut as he cursed, sliding one finger inside of me while rolling my clit with his thumb, my head falling back against his chest to look up at him. His lips were demanding as he kissed me again, making me feel as though this was some dream.
“I want you to come for me, lass,” he demanded sharply. “I want you to come on my hand like a good girl before I fuck you raw, until you are screaming my name so hard, they hear it back home.” Oh sweet fuck.
I cried out his name as I climaxed, tightening around him. His dirty words had my breath escaping me as he bit down gently on my shoulder, my entire body squeezing around his fingers, a shaking sensation rolling over me.
“Fuck I need you,” Declan snarled, standing up and pulling me with him so that I was leaning forward, my hands wrapped around the handlebars and my back arched so that my ass was pressed right against him. I could feel how thick and hard he was, and as he twisted my hair tightly, I let out a small moan of his name, my wet heat feeling far too empty right now. I could feel my need for him intensifying tenfold.
“Goddamn it, you are so fucking sexy,” he said nearly to himself as I looked back at him and found his jeans undone, his hard and—holy shit—large cock in his hand as as his vibrant eyes met mine, coming up from my ass.
“Tell me you want me to fill this tight pussy up, Narc.” He tugged my chin forward, kissing me hard as if trying to convince me. Something he totally didn’t need to do since I was one hundred percent on board.
“Please,” I begged. I cried out as a hard smack on my ass had my toes curling, heat beginning to flush over my entire body.
Rain began to fall on us harder as his hot, hard length pressed right against my opening before sliding home. My mouth opened as fire seemed to explode through me, a thunderous energy seeming to build between our magic and bodies.
“Holy fuck, Declan, you’re huge.”
He chuckled dangerously as he finally slammed completely home, balls deep, making my eyes roll up in my head. My back arched as his fingers tightened on my waist, my entire physical being begging for this man to fuck me like he was goddamn mating me. I wanted him hard and fast, and he delivered, his hips colliding with mine again and again. I cried out, tears of pleasure welling in my eyes as the sound of our skin hitting filled the space.
His magic tightened around me as I felt myself begin to shake, leaning forward and pushing my ass back even more. I moaned out in relief as he smacked my ass again, his hand then coming around to play with my clit, making my thighs begin to tremble. My entire head was in a delicious haze, and I let go of everything going on. I let go of all the previous stress and just gave myself to him fully. As if recognizing it, he went harder, pulling me further against him so that I felt like we were being melded into one.
“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” Declan bit down on my ear as I felt another climax rearing up, his pace growing faster and more reckless.
“I love you,” I gasped out as I tumbled over my peak, my orgasm creating a nuclear explosion. I let out a small surprised sound as he literally flipped me over, sliding back inside of me as he fucked me on the bike, my chest arching into his as his eyes flashed between gold and green, my hands gripping his hair tight enough he groaned.
“I’m going to come, lass,” he panted as I found myself arching into him, urging him deeper as he finally let out a roar of my name, his climax hitting him as lightning and thunder cracked in the sky, making the moment feel that more unearthly.
Holy hell.
“You can say that again,” he murmured, his head tucked against my neck as I squeezed my legs around him, loving how deep he was buried inside of me. I let out a small laugh as it began storming, and Declan pulled away slightly, his toned stomach contracting as he pulled out, his hard length making me shiver.
“We made a storm baby,” he winked as I let out a laugh. Because yes, yes we did.
“We are going to be stuck in this storm if we don’t get out of here,” I teased, not in any rush, because frankly I would stay out in the rain with him any day.
His hand came up to my jaw, and his kiss was soft this time. “I love you so goddamn much, Narcissa.”
Blushing, I followed him up in our kiss, my dress falling back into place as he held me against him, my heart settling as I felt everything, all my connections fall into place. I held tightly onto him as he just held me back for a few minutes, both of us completely absorbing one another’s affection. If you hadn’t caught on yet, Declan was a total goddamn softie cuddler, and it was possibly one of the million favorite things I loved about him.
“We really should get back,” he chuckled. “They are going to kill me.”
“Why?” I asked, alarmed.
He just offered me a quick smile as he settled me back on the bike, making sure I was wearing his jacket. Honestly, it was a struggle to not fall asleep on our way home, but the curiosity of what he meant had me staying awake despite the subtle exhaustion. Or not so subtle.
As we pulled up to the house, my eyes ran down the street to where I could see the media crowding the mayor’s home, covering the investigation going on there. More than that though, I could see my grandma playing on the porch with Benjamin. Little adorable Ben. His bright blonde hair was far more golden than it had been when he was covered in dirt, and he was looking far healthier. His small amount of speech was seemingly normal for his age, but he was obviously a fairly quiet kid. I didn’t blame him—I wouldn’t know what the fuck to do if I’d been attacked like he had. My chest warmed, knowing that wherever he ended up, he’d always be part of this family.