Page 57 of Possession

My tongue plunged into her mouth, stealing her breath, her taste, her moans. Our lungs together, expanding and contracting as we walked backward toward the bed. The train still vibrated the foundation of my room. The chaos of the light, the sounds, and her quiet plea—this wasn’t my nightmare, it was Paige, and she was showingmewhat it was like to feel again.

I lay her back and pressed her into the mattress as she pulled at the buttons of my jeans and I quickly undid hers. I slipped her out of her shoes and the rest of her clothing, pushing off mine as well. I stood at the end of my bed fully naked as the train finally passed. The moon poured in from the half-opened blinds and bathed her nude form in an eerie, white light. I had to close my eyes.

This is fucking real.

“Declan?”

Without opening my eyes, I said, “Is this what you want?” My voice was gravelly and craving.

“Yes.” It was just a breath and my eyes opened, no longer feeling vulnerable.

Her arms were at her sides, bent at the elbow, and her hands covered her stomach. The blonde waves of her hair fanned out around her head, absorbing the light and creating a halo. It spilled over her shoulders and breasts. Her lips were swollen from my kiss, her chin and nose rubbed red from my beard.She wasn’t a phantom. She wasn’t a perverted piece of my homemade fiction, she was here, warm and waiting. My eyes lowered, lingering between her legs. She was bare and she shuddered under my stare. I trailed my eyes along her thighs, the alabaster color was flawless, nothing marring the surface of her skin. I swallowed as I thought of how my fingerprints would look on her inner thigh.

Paige sat up, and moved to her knees, bringing us eye to eye. I wrapped my fingers around her waist with my left hand and brought my lips to hers. She whispered my name as I slipped my other hand between her slightly parted legs.She was slick against my fingers, and the familiar feel of her body made me groan. Her hands grasped my shoulders as if she was already bracing herself for the fall. I teased her sensitive skin and she shivered against me. Our mouths moved easily together. Instinct, teeth and taste, sound and sensation. I nearly came when she dropped one of her hands and wrapped it around my cock. My hand bruised the skin of her hip as I grasped her tighter, sliding two fingers deep inside her.

Her legs began to shake and she leaned into me for support. Her hand was working me into a frenzy, bringing me closer.

Breathe.

Closer.

Breathe.

She was riding it out, breathless, telling me not to stop and speaking my name in soft sighs. Her nails dug into my shoulder as shebecamefeeling, as she gasped and whimpered and came on my fingers. Her eyes locked on mine and her hand stilled around my length, leaving me aching and raw for her. Paige’s kiss was aggressive as I eased my hand from between her legs and settled it onto her hip. She nipped my lip as a small aftershock rocked her against me. I growled into her mouth as I brought us both down onto the bed with a gentle crash. She was pinned below me as I raised myself up onto my forearms so I could see her face.

Her eyes swirled with bits of green, her chest was red, her lips ruby, and her climax was still present along her goose pimpled skin. “I forgot how colorful you look after you come.” My smile quirked up on one side as her blush deepened further.

She bit her lip as she lowered her hands slowly down my chest, her nails leisurely moving past the line of hair on my stomach. She brushed her thumb over the head of my dick before guiding me between her legs. “Do it again.”

“Do what?” I asked.

“Remind me who I am.” She moved her hips beneath me and I was gone to over nine years of waiting as I pushed inside her.

A growl rumbled in my throat as her body welcomed me. My stomach clenched as she took me in, and a thick relief washed down my spine as the color of her eyes turned that unique color of blue. That color was reserved for me, and only when we were connected like this. I didn’t blink as the azure waters with honey around the rims brought me home.

His eyes turned a shade darker as he’d slipped inside me. He watched me, holding me with his stare. His jaw was tight, his control steady as I breathed him in with a kiss. He brought his hand to my cheek and whispered into my ear. His taste lingered on my tongue. My name on his lips, his teeth on my neck, his smell of citrus mixed with sex, he stroked each sense as his slow movements started to become powerful.

I slid my hands down his back, feeling the raw muscle stretch and burn beneath my fingertips. I rested my hands just below his waist pulling his backside harder against me, pushing him, and feeling him all the way to my core. His groan turned to a growl as he raised up onto his arms just enough to roll our bodies together as one. I sat astride him and, for the briefest of moments, a glimmer of insecurity flickered, and I raised my hands to cover my breasts. He lifted his hands to my wrists, gently lowering my arms as I leaned forward and my palms covered the large black cross on his sternum.

“You don’t ever have to hide from me.” His voice was rich and filled with a decadent command.

I wasn’t used to the intense way Declan looked at me as I traced my thumb along the edge of the cross. Clark’s eyes had always been shut, butthisman, he gripped my hips, eyes wide open, lifting me, pulling me forward, and then bringing me back down, filling me with feeling, again and again, with each forceful thrust. I gasped as he opened me, moved me, and created something new inside me. I’d forgotten, I’d shoved it all away, but now I was giving myself over to the resurrection.

“Oh, God.” The two words spilled loudly from my shaky lips as he cupped my breasts with strong hands. He rocked his hips, hitting me deep within, in just the spot I needed to feel every bit of him.

His hands skimmed the curves of my body, settling around my rib cage, feeling every one of my breaths, and with each drive of his hips, my breathing hitched and became uneven. My thighs began to tremble on either side of him as he dropped one of his hands between my legs, his fingers touching me, bringing me just to the edge of reason, and that delicious building ache spread into my stomach, and my muscles tensed as I came closer to falling. The room was full of plush purple light, suggestive sounds, deep breaths, whispered whimpers, and skin touching skin. My eyes were on his when my climax hit. His jaw clenched and his brows furrowed, but he never dropped my gaze. My eyes almost closed as that ache ebbed through me in ripples, and I cried out, unable to hold it all in. Unable to harness the incredible, and overpowering wave. He found his release inside me, shuddering below me with a gritty growl.

I moved my hips, pulling him in and then out one more time, and he groaned, stilling my hips under the dominant grasp of his fingers.

I leaned down to kiss him and he brought his hands to my face. His fingers pressed along my hairline, and he paused. For a few seconds, he just looked at me. His forehead was beaded with sweat, his lips were parted, and his eyes were molten as he pulled me in for another kiss. I was thoroughly out of breath as I broke away from his lips and our connection as I collapsed next to him on the bed. My cheek rested against the left side of his chest, and my right hand covered the cross as his fingertips drew long, slow, shiver-inducing lines along my arm and hip.

We rested in a peaceful silence at first. My fingers trailing down his stomach and back to the cross a few times before I said, “I’ve blamed myself for so long, never thinking I was worth more than what I had, waiting for God to grant me some sort of reprieve, and just when I thought that final piece of myself had faded away, he gave me back to you.” I raised up on my left elbow and reverently kissed him on the chest right in the center of the cross.

He brought my right hand back to the tattoo and I felt each inhale and exhale—he lived just below the ink.

“You’ve always been there, you’re right here, in each breath. You belong to color… to me. This… this is the only religion you need.”

His lips found mine before I could speak, before I could say I loved that, loved him, everything about him was my favorite thing, but as he eased me onto my back, his body, his muscle, his heat covering me again, all I wanted to do was show him.

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