Page 52 of Taking A Chance

He makes quick work of getting his pants the rest of the way off and stands back up, giving me a full view of his naked body.My god.The light from the street filtering in casts long shadows on every curve and ripple. He’s so much more muscular than I allowed myself to notice. The veins in his arms strain as he reaches for the item he’d pulled from the drawer.

“Do you trust me?” he asks. I nod, unsure at this point if my voice will even work if I try. Declan runs a bit of material between his hands. It looks silky, like a scarf or a tie perhaps. “Put your hands up between the bars of my headboard.”

Oh my god.For a split second, my body panics. But the next thing I know, my hands are up, clasping a bar, impatiently waiting for what’s about to happen next.

He dips forward, wrapping the length of the fabric around one of my wrists, then the bed, and finally, the other wrist. Somehow, he knows exactly how tight to make it, so that I’m definitely not going anywhere but not in pain, making me think it’s not the first time he’s tied up delicate wrists.

Declan’s eyes meet mine, and he presses kisses to my lips before coaxing my mouth open, taking it fully. He hovers over me, barely touching me. His chest grazes against my nipples and my back arches, pushing my body toward his.

“Cora,” he whispers, trailing kisses over my collarbone.

“Yes,” I say. It’s not even a question.

“I don’t want this to be a one-time thing,” he says. “I don’t want you to hate me anymore.” His hand slides down, palming my breast, causing me to moan.

I shake my head back and forth. “No,” I breathe. “Definitely not a one-time thing.” I arch again, pressing further into his hand. “I don’t hate you.”

He bends down, pressing the flat of his tongue to my other nipple, the one not covered by his hand. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I moan. “God yes.”

His teeth press into my skin as he gives one deliberate, slow suck. “Are you positive?”

“Yes,” I beg. “Declan, please.”

His mouth and hand leave me, his weight pressing back on his heels. I watch him through hazy eyes, like I’m fucking drunk. He rips open a condom and rolls it onto himself. My eyes can’t look away as I watch his every move.

“Please, what?” he asks, his weight coming back down against me. This time, he positions himself so his dick is pressed against my center. One tiny maneuver and he could be inside me. My body is writhing.

“Fuck me,” I beg.

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A momentafter she murmurs the words, I’m inside her, filling her slowly, inch by delectable inch. I watch her head press back into the pillow, her eyes rolling and closing. God, she looks good like this.I want to make her look like this every day.

My mouth covers hers, muffling the unfiltered noises coming out. I press my body against her, rocking back and forth, dragging out of her slowly and pushing back in. Cora hooks her heels over my legs, pulling me into her. She fights against the silk tie binding her hands, and I like that too.

“Do you feel good?” I whisper, pressing my cheek to hers, my lips close to her ear.

“Yes,” she moans, her one-word answer coming out strained, spurring me on. My pace increases, as do the noises coming from her.

“Please,” she begs. “I want to touch you.”

I reach up and tug on the fabric, letting her hands free. Because, if I’m being honest, I want her to touch me too. Her hands go to the hair at the nape of my neck, before scratching down my back. Her fingertips dig into my flesh, but it doesn’t hurt. If she scars me, I’ll consider it a victory.

Cora clings to me as I palm her ass.God, she’s perfection.Desire personified.I bury myself deeper inside her, desperate to make her feel good. She feels amazing. It’s taking so much concentration not to come before she does. Her thighs squeeze against me and I raise up, pulling her feet over my shoulders.

From this angle, I can look down at her, at everything. She cups her own tits, squeezing and massaging.I’m about to lose my mind.

I press the pad of my thumb to her clit, easing into a circular motion as she cries out. Her thighs start to shake against me and I know I’ve almost got her.

“I want you to feel good,” I say. “I want you to come for me.”

As if my words drive her over the edge, her body stiffens and shakes. “I’m coming,” she whimpers.

I continue to press into her over and over again, through her orgasm. She tightens around me, the sensation driving me wild. Everything is building as I thrust again and again. I’m right on the edge when she digs her fingernails into my forearms, her teeth sunken into her bottom lip.

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