Page 127 of Always Be an Us

My body is pressed between his and the wall, even though I have no recollection of us moving.

I rut against him wildly and then push closer. My hand moves between us to grab his cock.

"Fuck." The harsh curse flies out of his lips, accompanied by a moan when I squeeze around the base attempting to get my entire hand to circle him completely. His girth makes it impossible but I don't stop trying.

Until I'm suddenly airborne, his kiss harsher, tongue filthier.

My harsh breath sounds obscene to my ears.

My legs wrap around Declan's waist instinctively.

I don’t know what’s happening, but I sense the ruffling and a rip as my tank top comes clean off in his hands. Then lips are on my chest and my bra soon follows.

I cry out when I feel his teeth around my nipple. He nips it the same way I did his lips, before sucking it into his mouth mercilessly. I buck in his hold. His hand squeezes my ass, and it takes me a second to realize that I’m rutting against him, helplessly wanting. My pussy is an inferno and it feels like that heat has spread throughout my body. The scent of sweat and lust makes the air heavy and I can hardly breathe through my lust.

"Say no," he says again. "Stop me now. Please. I can't be gentle with you."

I don’t want gentle and I don’t want to stop him.

I'd probably die if he stopped.

I want to say all this but all that comes out of my mouth is a wanting cry.

I reach between and squeeze his cock again, pumping up and down.

His entire body jerks at the first pump and by the third pump a visible shake travels down him. And then I hear the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling his zipper being torn down.

Thank God, I chose to wear something as light and easy as my slacks today because it simply snaps off in his hands. My panties are torn away too, and maybe tomorrow I’ll think about how ridiculous it is that he's ripping perfectly good clothes, rather than giving me a second to take them off.

But neither of us has a second to spare.

I thought stuff like ripping off clothes during sex only happened in the movies and romance books, but that was before I truly understood whatdesireis.

This, this mind-altering lust that turns me into an animal...

I've never felt a desire like this before.

And Declan, as much as he infuriates me, is the only one who can rouse this kind of passion inside me.

Because I love him.

I try to bury that thought by dragging his lips to mine for another tortured kiss, but I've never been one to lie to myself very well. The feeling is there, beating in my chest despite my best efforts. It can't be denied.

I feel his cock touch my entrance and squirm against him, begging for it.

"Please." The word falls from my lips in place of a breath and Declan swallows my desperate cries once more. And then when his cock finally pushes into me, all the breath whooshes out of my chest.

And then he slams into me to the hilt, splintering what's left of my sanity.

I throw my head back. Pressure builds in my chest as he groans like a dying man. I can’t make a single sound. The cacophony of pain and pleasure has me drawn so tight that I can’t even think

"Emma." He cries out my name. "Fuck, Emma."

And then he pulls out and does it again.

My toes curl and the energy zaps through me. I can't feel anything but the peaks of pleasure bursting through me again and again. As Declan fucks me like an animal against the wall, he unleashes the beast inside me too.

I scratch his back.

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