Page 56 of One Hot Chase

I bite my lip, suddenly shy despite our current position. But the hunger in his gaze emboldens me. "I want you. All of you. Now. Buried inside me so deep it almost hurts."

A wicked grin spreads across his face. "Your wish is my command."

In one fluid motion, he sheds his shirt, revealing that gloriously muscled chest I've been dying to run my hands over. I reach out, tracing the defined lines of his abs, reveling in the way his muscles flex and stiffen under my touch. Declan's breath hitches, and I feel a surge of feminine pride at the effect I have on him.

"Like what you see?" he teases, his voice husky.

"Mmm, very much," I purr, running my nails lightly down his chest. "But I think you're still a bit overdressed for the occasion, don't you?"

"We can't have that, can we?"

In a few quick movements, Declan stands and sheds his remaining clothes. My whole body grows warm and liquid as I take in the full sight of him. He honestly is the most magnificent man I've ever seen, all lean muscle and golden skin. My gaze travels lower, and I lick my lips in anticipation.

Declan skims his gaze over my naked form, sprawled across the bed. "Time to ramp up the eroticism, love. All the way up as far as the scale will go."

In an instant, he's on me again, his hot skin pressed against mine from chest to thigh. I gasp at the contact, so sensitized from his touch that it's painful---in the best way. His mouth lands on that sensitive spot behind my ear as his hands roam my body.

"God, Bree," he murmurs against my skin. "You drive me absolutely mad."

I arch into him, desperate for more friction. "Then do something about it."

With a wicked grin, Declan slides down my body, peppering kisses along the way. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he looks up at me with smoldering hunger in his eyes. "With pleasure."

The first swipe of his tongue against my most sensitive flesh sends shockwaves through my body. I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair as he works his magic. Declan's talented mouth explores every inch of me, teasing and tasting until I'm a writhing mess beneath him.

"Declan," I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Oh God, don't stop."

I feel him smile against me before he redoubles his efforts, his tongue circling my clit with expert precision. When he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just so, I nearly come undone right then and there.

"That's it, love. Let go for me."

His words, combined with the exquisite sensations he's creating, push me over the edge. I shout his name as waves of pleasure crash over me, my body arching off the bed. Declan doesn't let up, working me through my orgasm until I'm trembling and oversensitive.

When I finally come down from my high, I open my eyes to find Declan hovering over me, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Enjoying yourself, darling?" he purrs, and his cocky expression makes me want to pounce on him.

I manage a breathless laugh. "You could say that. But I think it's my turn to return the favor."

Before he can react, I flip us over, straddling his hips. The look of surprise on his face quickly morphs into one of hunger as I scrape my fingernails down his chest.

I bite my lip, letting it slide free little by little. "My, my, what do we have here?"

Declan grips my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he groans. Slowly, torturously, I kiss my way down his body, savoring every dip and curve of his muscled form. When I reach his impressive erection, I look up at him through my lashes, relishing the way his eyes darken with anticipation.

"Sabrina, you don't have to---"

I silence him with a long, languid lick from base to tip. His words dissolve into a guttural moan that makes my clit pulse and my inner muscles tighten. Encouraged, I take him into my mouth, reveling in the way I can feel the tip of his dick nudging the back of my throat.

"Bloody hell," Declan gasps, his fingers clenching the sheets and his teeth locked. Harsh sounds emerge from him.

I hum in satisfaction, the vibrations making Declan's hips buck involuntarily. His reactions spur me on, and I lose myself in the taste and feel of him. I alternate between long, slow licks and quick, teasing flicks of my tongue, delighting in the way his breathing grows more ragged with each passing moment.

"Christ, Bree," he groans. "Your mouth is fucking incredible."

I look up at him through my lashes, never breaking my rhythm. The sight of him---head thrown back, muscles taut with tension---sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, using every trick I know to drive him wild.

Just when I think he's close to the edge, Declan's hands tangle in my hair, gently pulling me off him. I make a noise of protest, but the look in his eyes silences me.

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