Page 66 of Always Be an Us

I could have died by landing the wrong way.

But he saved me.

And now he’s making me so damn glad to be alive.

I feel the whisper of lips at my neck, and I jerk. My body's response is far too abrupt, contrasting with the ease of his movement. But his barely-there touch wreaks more havoc than some of my most intense make-out sessions ever did. Arousal sharpens its teeth. Declan constantly has me on the edge, waiting for the next thing he does.

He presses gentle kisses down the line of my neck, lips soft, his finger continuing to trace circles on my skin.

And then, when he reaches the base of my neck, sucking at a spot that makes my pussy tingle, he whispers, "Do you have any idea how good you feel? How good do you taste?"

As if to prove his tongue flicks out and licks back up the line of my neck. A strangled moan flies out of my lips, and I feel dampness near my upper thigh.

"Sometimes I swear it’s all I can think about." His torturous words continue against my neck. "I sit and my mind drifts and all I can think about is touching you again. Tasting you again. Being inside you again."

I moan again as he slowly suckles, pulling at my skin. I didn't know my neck was an erogenous zone, but it's acting like it. I move closer to him, the pleasure unraveling me like a slow, heady drug.

And then his hand lowers, dipping into my underwear.

I arch before he even touches my slit, and tremble when his fingers divide my pussy, one finger lazily strumming the center. A tremor starts in my stomach and parts of me feel like they are pulsing with the ecstasy that radiates through me. I hitch my breath and try not to sound off too loudly, not wanting to break the moment.

It feels like the darkness and silence have rendered a spell on us making us conveniently forget that we promised each other not to do this again.

Just this once,I tell myself, overlooking the fact that the thought makes me sound like an addict.Just one more time with him. And then never again.

Declan licks my skin again and I arc into him.

Maybe, I am an addict.

Declan certainly makes me feel like I’m addicted to him.

I lose control of my breathing again when his finger permeates my center, pushing deeper. A strangled moan wrenches out from my throat. Declan fucks me gradually while I fumble around with my hands, grabbing his wrists tightly and trying to maintain control of myself.

But I’m quickly losing my grasp on reality, on everything that isn’t this. My entire body is focused on the sensation of his finger penetrating me, scraping along my nerve endings going in and out slowly, as though trying to pull the pleasure out of me.

"Faster," I whisper, feeling like bliss is right on the horizon. Please."

"No," he says in that sultry tone. "We’re going to do it like this today. Slowly. I want to experience all of it this time. I want to see you unravel."

He says the last part like he's giving an order, and my body is helpless to obey. I'm already unraveled. He's torturing me with his touch and my entire body is on fire, slowly burning from the inside out.

"Please," I beg, and the word falls several times from my lips.

He murmurs something sexy in my ears, but not once does he stop. He keeps up the steady thrust, in and out, hooking his finger around so it can skim over my G-spot.

And then, without warning, he slides in and hits me deep.

"Oh!" Energy zaps through me, triggering a long drawn-out orgasm that seems to go on forever. I bite my lip holding back the scream that builds up in my throat. I squeeze my eyes shut and my entire body stiffens from the pressure inside me.

It's too much.

I want it to stop.

But I also want it to go on forever.

The dam bursts and pleasure trembles out of me, leaving me a shaking moaning mess.

And then finally it’s over, I release his wrists and gasp to catch my breath.

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