Page 57 of One Hot Chase

"As much as I adore your talented mouth," he growls, pulling me up his body, "I need to be inside you. Now."

He flips us over, pinning me beneath him again. I gasp at the abrupt shift, my body thrumming with anticipation. Declan's eyes lock onto mine as he positions his cock at my entrance. Damn, he's big. But I can't wait to feel all that manliness filling me up.

"Last chance to back out, love," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Not a chance in hell of that happening. I want you. All of you."

With a groan that sounds almost painful, Declan pushes inside me slowly, inch by delicious inch. I gasp at the stretch and fullness, my body adjusting to accommodate him. When he's fully sheathed inside me, we both pause to savor the intense connection for a moment. I can no longer form words, overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling me so completely. When he starts to move, setting a languid, torturous rhythm that has me arching beneath him, I beg him to go deeper. His strokes are powerful and purposeful, hitting all the right spots with each thrust.

"Faster," I plead, my nails raking down his back. "Harder, please, harder."

His expression becomes pinched, and his lips flatten while his nostrils flare with every exhalation. "As you wish, love."

The words emerged as a growl that turns me on even more.

His pace quickens, his hips lunging forward and back, forward and back, with a newfound urgency. The room echoes with the sounds of our passion---breathless moans, fervent whispers, the wet sucking of our bodies colliding, the slapping of skin against skin. I match him thrust for thrust, move for move. I drag him down for a searing kiss, our tongues tangling and our bodies moving in concert as if we've become one. When we finally break apart, gasping for air, I can feel the familiar tension building low in my belly.

"Declan," I pant, "I'm close. So close."

He shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. Suddenly, I feel like the tether that's been holding me to the earth is about to snap, and I'll fly out into the universe the second I come like a comet streaking through the solar system.

"That's it, Bree," he murmurs, his voice strained. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone."

His words, combined with the exquisite friction of his body against mine, push me over the edge. I cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me, my body arching off the bed. Declan doesn't let up, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he strives for his own release.

"Sabrina..." He buries his face in my neck. "Bloody hell, you feel amazing."

I can feel him trembling above me, so close to the edge. As I run my hands down his back, my nails lightly scraping his skin, I whisper, "Come for me, Declan. I want to feel you lose control."

With a guttural shout, Declan finds his release, his hips jerking against mine as he empties himself inside me. As we lay tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts still racing, I can't believe the intensity of what we just did. Declan's arms are wrapped around me in a loose embrace, and his chest rises and falls rapidly against my chest. I've never felt so completely satiated, so utterly cherished.

Declan rests his forehead on mine. "That was...mind-altering, body-shattering sex."

"I suspect we just broke at least three laws of physics."

He hits me with a devasting smile. "Only three? I'd say we shattered at least a dozen, love."

I roll onto my side, into his waiting arms. As I drink in the sight of his tousled hair and flushed cheeks, I feel an odd warmth blossoming in my chest. "Is that a challenge? Because I'm pretty sure we could aim for a baker's dozen if we really put our minds to it."

"In that case..." He hoists himself up onto his straight arms, gazing down at me. "It's time for the naughtiest bits, darling."

Declan slides off the bed, kneeling to grab something from one of his bags. Then he jumps back onto the mattress, clenching several silk scarves in his hand. "Are you ready for this, Bree?"

I grin.

Chapter Twenty

Declan

Sabrina lies there, spread out on the bed, looking even more beautiful and sensual. She wants to try something different with me, something beyond the missionary position. What we've done so far has been extraordinary, but I have even more scandalous plans for her body. So, I toss the scarves onto the bed and climb onto the mattress, crawling forward until I'm on all fours with her body beneath me.

"How do you feel about bondage, Bree?"

"Never tried it. But I'd love to experiment with you in any way you want."

I grin wickedly, my heart racing at her eager response. "Oh, darling, you can't imagine what you're in for. But you will enjoy it, I promise."

Though I've never done this before, I have no trouble performing my task. I take one of the silk scarves and gently wrap it around her wrist, securing it to the bedpost. Then I repeat the process with her other wrist, my fingers lingering on her soft, creamy skin. Sabrina's tits jiggle, thanks to her heavy breathing. She keeps her gaze on me the entire time.

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