Page 23 of One Hot Chase

Her eyes open, those mesmerizing green orbs locking onto mine. The intensity I see there nearly unravels me. Sabrina's gaze is a mix of vulnerability and desire, and I feel something shift inside me. This isn't just about physical pleasure anymore. There's a connection forming between us, something I can't quite name but desperately want to explore despite having known her for less than two days.

"You're beautiful," I whisper, my voice husky with emotion.

A hint of a smile plays on her lips. "You're not so bad yourself, Sir Hot Stuff."

I chuckle, loving how she can inject humor into even our most intimate moments. It's part of what draws me to her--- that sharp wit, that playful spark. I slow my movements, savoring every sensation while I continue pushing in and pulling out. Her juices dribble onto my bollocks. She arches her back, lifting her tits, moaning hungrily as I press those succulent globes to my chest. As she glides her hands up my back, she traces invisible patterns on my skin, leaving trails of invisible fire in their wake.

"Declan," she gasps, "I need..."

"What do you need, love?"

"More," Sabrina breathes, her tone both a demand and a plea. "I need more of you."

I'm only too happy to oblige. I increase my pace, driving into her with renewed vigor. While I drive into her with more force, the room fills with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. The aroma of her desire for me wafts around us. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I groan at the exquisite sensation.

"Like this?" I ask, my voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. I can't hold out for much longer.

"God, yes," she gasps as she throws her head back.

I can feel her trembling beneath me as her inner walls pulsate around my cock. She's close---fuck, I am too---and I'm determined to push her over the edge first. So, I slide one hand between our bodies to find her clit, and I massage that sensitive bundle of nerves with my thumb.

Sabrina's eyes fly open, a look of surprise and pleasure crossing her face. "Oh! Declan, yes, make me come."

I rise onto my straight arms and pound into her.

The bed thumps and creaks and scraped across the wood floor amid her desperate cries and my snarling shouts. The moment she comes, I give in and pummel her twice more as waves of electric shocks barrel down my spine and directly into my cock. I unleash everything I have until I'm completely done.

Reluctantly, I pull out of her body. I'm still struggling to breathe normally, but I manage to get rid of the condom before I lie down beside her.

Sabrina's chest is still heaving. Her cheeks are rosy red too.

I stroke her arm delicately with my fingertips. "Have I done you in, pet?"

Sabrina turns her head to face me, a playful glint in her eyes despite her breathlessness. "Done me in? Hardly. I'm no wilting flower."

"Yes, I'm keenly aware of that fact."

She props herself up on one elbow, her strawberry blonde hair falling in messy waves around her shoulders. "Mm, thank you so much for that. You are phenomenal in bed---and on the sofa."

Not sure I appreciate her gratitude. It sounds dismayingly like she's dismissing me. Does she think I'm a gigolo? I force a chuckle, trying to mask the unexpected sting of her words. "Well, I aim to please. But this wasn't just a casual fling for me."

Sabrina's eyebrows arch slightly, a flicker of something---surprise? uncertainty?---crossing her face. "Oh? And what exactly is this then, Sir Declan? You're the one who seduced me in a bar and refused to tell me your name."

"Yes, but I, ah, changed my mind before we left the Beaufort Bar." I pause, realizing I've stepped onto precarious ground. We've known each other for barely two days, yet I feel a connection I can't easily dismiss. "I'm not entirely sure what this is, but I'd like to find out. If you're amenable, that is."

She tilts her head, studying me with those captivating green eyes. "Declan, I..." She bites her lower lip, abruptly seeming anxious and almost vulnerable. "I'm not great at this whole relationship thing. I've been burned before and can't go down that road again."

"But you're searching for your perfect catch, aren't you?"

"Well, um, yeah. That was the idea."

I reach out and tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger on her cheek. "I'm not asking for a relationship, Sabrina. Not yet, anyway. I'm just saying I'd like to get to know you better. Maybe take you out on a proper date?"

Sabrina hesitates for longer than I'd like. But then she leans into my touch, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "A proper date, huh? What did you have in mind?"

"Well, we could start with dinner. There's this little Italian place I know in Covent Garden. Fantastic pasta, even better wine." I grin, tracing my thumb along her jawline. "And if you're feeling adventurous, we could take a moonlit stroll along the Thames at night to see the Illuminated River. It's an art installation that lights up some of the most iconic structures."

"That does sound nice."

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