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With a swift movement, I pull her flush against me, one hand tangling in her hair as I claim her mouth in a searing kiss. She responds instantly, her body melting into mine as she parts her lips, inviting me to go deeper.

I break away, trailing kisses down her neck as I slowly back her toward the bed. "Now, fair Sabrina, it's time to unleash our naughtiest, most secret desires, and we won't stop until dawn breaks. No running away this time. You belong to me tonight."

Chapter Nineteen

Sabrina

Whew, somebody get me a fan. Declan Wilde burned me up just from the way his voice sounded when he swore we would unleash our naughtiest desires. And when he vowed we won't stop until dawn breaks, I nearly fainted. No joke. I have never fainted in my entire life, but I seriously could do that tonight. I knew Declan was a sex god, but tonight he's like a human hot pepper---the kind that's so hot it could melt your brain.

No running away this time, fair Sabrina. You belong to me tonight.

Okay, I can admit I got a little spooked when he said that. But I want him so badly I can't think straight, and nothing will stop me from being with him tonight.

Tomorrow...who knows.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, but it's no use. Declan's eyes are locked on mine, blazing with an intensity that makes my knees weak. He takes a step closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body.

"Nervous, love?" he murmurs, his words dripping with lust.

I manage a shaky laugh. "Me? Nervous? Please. I eat nervous for breakfast."

His lips quirk up in that infuriatingly cocky smirk. "Is that so? Well, I hope you saved room for dessert."

Before I can come up with a witty retort, his hand is on my waist, pulling me flush against him. His other hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing softly across my skin. "Last chance to run, Bree."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding so loudly I'm sure he can hear it. "I'm done running, at least for tonight. I want this. I want you."

Before I can take another breath, he crushes his lips to mine. The kiss is everything I've been fantasizing about and more---passionate, demanding, and exhilarating. My hands find their way to his hair, fingers tangling in those lush, dark locks as I pull him closer.

Declan groans into my mouth, the sound as decadent as the man himself. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When we finally break apart, both gasping for air, I feel dizzy with the need to take him inside me.

"Bloody hell, Sabrina," he pants, resting his forehead against mine. "You're going to be the death of me."

"Well, if you're going down, I'm coming with you."

Declan lifts me off my feet, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "You most certainly are coming with me---over and over."

He starts walking us toward the bedroom, suckling my earlobe and fondling my breast at the same time. This man has impressive skills.

"Think you can handle me?" I ask, while I grow slicker and hotter by the second.

Declan's answering chuckle vibrates against my skin, though he doesn't respond to my question. As we cross the threshold into the bedroom, I gaze deeply into his eyes, amazed by how effortlessly he carries me, his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips. "I intend to explore every inch of you, fair Sabrina. And yes, I can handle you. Just wait and see."

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I tighten my grip on him. Before I can formulate a witty comeback, Declan lowers me onto the bed, his body hovering over mine for a brief moment before he settles on top of me. The weight of him, the heat of his skin, the intensity of his gaze---it's all overwhelming in the best possible way. I reach up, tracing the strong line of his jaw with my fingertips.

His hands explore my body with a delicious urgency, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I arch into his touch, desperate for more. When his fingers find the zipper of my dress, I hold my breath in anticipation.

"May I?" he asks, his voice an erotic growl.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Slowly, torturously, he unzips my dress with sure, strong fingers. As he pulls my dress down inch by inch, I struggle for breath, so aroused that it's almost painful. My panties are damp, and my nipples have pearled. When Declan pulls my undies down in a leisurely manner, I want to shout at him to hurry the hell up. But I won't. I love this delicious torture. As Declan peels my bra away, I shiver---partly from the cool air hitting my skin, but mostly from the way his eyes devour every inch of me. His gaze is so intense, so hungry, I feel like I might combust on the spot.

"Bloody hell," he breathes. "I love your body, Bree. You're even more beautiful and sensual than a Greek statue of Aphrodite."

Before I can come up with a clever retort, his lips are on mine again, and coherent thought becomes a distant memory. His kisses trail down my neck, across my collarbone, leaving a tingling path in his wake. When he reaches my breasts, I gasp. His tongue swirls around my nipple, teasing and tasting, while his hand kneads my other breast. The dual sensation sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

"Declan," I moan, arching into his touch. "Please..."

He lifts his head. "Please what, love? Tell me what you want."

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