Page 19 of Always Be an Us

Immediately hunger roars to the surface of my mind. I damn near feel my hands shake with the need to touch and caress and feel the softness that is hinted underneath her dress.

Emma glides to me, her blue eyes flashing in the relative darkness of the room. She brings a fresh scent with her, as though she just finished swimming in the lake in the middle of the storm. But her hair isn't wet, neither is her body. I also detect hints of lavender as she stands below me, her face upturned to me.

There’s a question in her eyes as the lids fall lower, in sultry invitation. Her lips part, and a breath passes through them before her tongue swipes once over the bottom lip.

And just like that, my hunger roars out of control.

I take a step, closing the distance between us, wrapping my hands around her waist, and hauling her onto my body. I groan as her body presses flush against mine, the sensation of indescribable bliss thrumming through me. Her hand lands on my chest, and I’m pretty sure she can feel my heart trying to beat out of it.

My eyes slide shut, savoring it all.

"Declan." Her whispers are in the air around me, and I open my eyes again. She’s staring up at me, her lips swollen begging to be kissed.

I bend and capture it in mine.

I taste her need in the way she responds to the kiss, wantonly sucking my lips into hers. She opens wide for me, and I dive right in, my tongue invading her mouth.

I groan.

She tastes like ambrosia, an addiction that possesses my body and forces me to capture her hair in my hands and press closer. I don’t even have any thoughts of moving but suddenly, my leg pushes in between her legs, and her heat is pressed against my thigh.

"Fuck." I rip my lips away for a second, before diving back for another, long, heated kiss, not bearing to be apart from her for a single breath. She moans into my mouth. Her sweetness magnifies with each second, and I lose a little bit of my mind. My hands travel down her back to her plump ass, squeezing it in my palms. She makes a choked sound, her finger clutching at my shoulders and trembling as I scrunch her dress up trying to get to the skin as fast as possible. I’m not as careful with it as I should be and I hear ripping.

It’s like the last snap to my sanity and I end up tearing the dress off her lower body, the thing giving away in my hands like a cobweb.

And then I palm her soft ass, unable to believe someone can truly feel that good.

This can’t be real, I think as desire throbs through me, my cock hardening to the point of pain.No one can be this perfect. No one can render me in such a starved state.

My breath builds up in my chest, and I finally tear back my mouth so I can breathe.

I stare down at her eyes for a second and then bend, to lick up the side of her neck like a crazed man.

Yep. She is sweet.

One of my hands moves from her ass to the front between her thighs. She’s naked there and I palm the tuft of curls over there, slowly rubbing up and down, unveiling the moist center. Fuck, she's wet. She has leaked down her thighs already. Her legs tremble and she wraps her hands around my neck, holding on for dear life.

"Declan," she whispers my name again.

I straighten and stare down into her eyes, softly kissing her as I part her pussy with my fingers, lightly strumming the engorged nub. She gasps and I do it again and again, varying each touch, savoring her trembling responses. And then when I add just a hint of pressure and speed, her mouth falls open and refuses to close.

I thrust my finger inside her and she gasps. I curl it, hitting the top of her g spot, and rub down and her body shakes. Her eyes roll over.

She’s close. I can feel it.

And fuck it I’m close too. Getting her off is driving me to the edge and at the rate it’s going we just might come at the same time.

"I’m going to come," she gasps as though I couldn't tell from her response. "I’m going to– "

Suddenly another door in the room flies open and I see him from the corner of my eye. A large, hooded figure with a bloodstained glove strides into the room. He has an old-fashioned pistol in his hands and then he lifts it, pointing it at us.

Instinctively, I jump in front of Emma, shielding her with my body, but it feels like I'm moving in slow motion.

I hear her scream and then a loud explosion before pain explodes in my side.

My eyes fly open and I jerk up in bed, running a palm down my body. It takes me a second to breathe. It takes me half a minute to calm down the flight or fight response induced by the dream, and I run my hand over my face as I wait for it to subside.

Reality comes to me in bits.

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