Page 65 of Broken Promises

“Gross.” I scrunch up my nose. “You’ll have to put clothes on tonight, so I’m not uncomfortable.”

“You’re not sleeping in my bed, Willa!” Kai shouts.

“I’m sleeping in Belle’s bed.”

“That’s my bed!” I snort at how angry he’s getting. I’m about to rile him up some more when the doorbell rings, followed by an aggressive knock.

“I’ll call security,” Belle says. Cal forced everyone to agree to a lockdown while the gatehouse was still a crime scene. They’re keeping the gates open while the authorities do what they need to do, and he’s freaked out about people being able to get in. But that also means no one we know could be at the door.

“Willa!”

“Declan?” I fly off the couch, trip over the side table, bump into a wall, and run straight for the door. I open it as quickly as I can to my husband’s panicked face. The moment he sees me, he pulls me into his arms.

“Fuck, Princess,” he sighs into my hair. His strong arms are tight around me, squeezing so tight it’s hard to breathe. Yet somehow, it feels like the first time I’ve been able to take a deep breath.

“I told you I was okay,” I say into his neck.

“I need to see for myself. I had to have you in my arms, or I was going to lose it. I almost lost it on the fucking plane over here.” He fists my hair, pulling my head back just enough to claim my lips.

“Does this mean I get to sleep in my bed?” Kai asks.

Declan ignores him, carrying me out the door and into our house. He wastes no time carrying me through the house and up the stairs to our bedroom. He tosses me on the bed and quickly shucks his jacket and shoes, followed closely by the rest of his clothes. I do the same until we’re both naked and staring at each other.

“I need to feel you inside me.”

Declan ignores me, dropping to his knees at the end of the bed and yanking me to the edge. Instead of spreading my legs like he wants me to, I sit up and hold his face in both my hands, forcing him to look at me.

“I need you to listen,” I tell him. “When my mom died, I measured time by days after her. When we went camping thatfirst summer without her, it was two hundred and forty-six days since she died. When I turned eleven, it was one thousand one hundred and sixteen days without Mom. But the summer that year, I don’t know if you remember,” I say and Declan smiles, “it was the first year my dad finally started letting us go off on our own. We hiked, swam in the lake, went to those square-dancing nights the campground held every Friday.” We both laugh at the memory of us tripping over our own feet. I stroke Dec’s cheeks with my thumbs. “That’s when I started measuring my life in moments. What I didn’t realize until recently was that those moments were you. I measured time from the moment we said goodbye until the moment I jumped into your arms to say hello again. The moments in between goodbye and hello were so small compared to the ones between hello and goodbye.”

“Willa,” Declan says, voice thick with emotion.

“I don’t know what you’re waiting for me to be ready for or what moment you think we need to be in. But I’m here, Dec. I’m here in this moment with you. I’m with you.”

Declan surges to his feet, pulling me with him. His mouth crashes into mine. The urgency and desperation in his kiss is a stark contrast to the gentle way he lays me down in the middle of the bed. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Declan in this moment.

“Please,” I moan into his mouth, trying to grind myself against him, desperately seeking the friction of his body.

“You’re beautiful when you beg, Princess.”

“Please, baby.” I watch how feral my words make him, his pupils so large they’re almost completely blocking out the green of his irises. Declan grabs my hips and thrusts, burying himself inside me. “You’re going to split me in half,” I gasp.

“No, I won’t. You were made for me, Princess. Look how well you take me.” He leans back on his heels, eyes glued to the spotwhere our bodies connect. His hips move slowly, hitting a spot so deep inside me I’m seeing stars with every thrust.

“Holy fuck, Declan,” I moan.

“That’s it, Willa. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

I dig my heels into his ass, urging him to go faster.

He chuckles, picking up his pace. “This what you wanted? Your husband’s cock drilling you into the mattress?” His dirty words and the hot kisses he places along my neck have me so wound tight I could go off at any moment. “Don’t come yet. You’ll come when I tell you to.”

“What? I can’t,” I pant. “I need to come.”

“You’re doing so good, Princess. Wait until I tell you to.” I nod at his command, frantic to do whatever he tells me to.

“Please please please please,” I mutter, begging.

“I’ve never been able to say no to you,” he whispers in my ear. Declan kisses his way across my jaw and takes my lips. “Come,” he commands. I shoot off like a rocket at his command, screaming his name as I convulse around him. He keeps a steady pace, fucking me through my orgasm before he stills with a low groan, emptying himself inside me.

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