Page 73 of The Eagle's Vault

As Declan unbuttoned my jeans, I released my worries and focused on the present moment. Everything else faded away, and Declan was all that mattered. He kept looking up at me, his gaze so intense it felt like he could see right through me.

As soon as my jeans were unzipped, Declan’s fingers curled around the waistband of my underwear. He paused for me to bridge so he could slide everything over my hips. My panties were drenched, my clit aching for his touch.

His eyes roamed over my body. “Are you ready, baby?”

“More than ready.” My stomach and half my body clenched. Flings guaranteed good orgasms, right?

With a grin, Declan lowered his face between my thighs, his breath hot against my most intimate parts. His fingers found my slick folds, and he explored me with gentle strokes. As his tongue joined in, teasing and flicking at my clit, I gasped, gripping the sheets beneath me. The sensations were exquisite, every touch a new revelation of pleasure.

“That’s fantastic.” My hips involuntarily lifted to grant his mouth more access.

He didn’t respond with words, but his actions spoke volumes. His tongue delved deeper, swirling around my clit before dipping inside me, then returning to that sensitive spot again. It was a dance of pure ecstasy, and the pressure built within me, growing stronger with each skilled stroke.

I neared the edge of climax, and he kept going, thrusting one, then two fingers inside me, hitting that magic spot only my vibrator knew. Finn never listened when I told him how to find—Stop thinking about him, Leigh.

Finn didn’t care to know.

But Declan? With Declan, there was pleasure. And it was all mine for the taking.

“I’ve been dreaming about your fingers since we met.” My voice barely registered in my ears over the pounding of my heart and my rough breath. “They’re so—oh my god! I’m going to—”

He redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers moving faster and more insistently.

I reached the peak, and finally the dam broke with a cry. “Declan!”

His fast strokes switched to forceful laps, while my thighs clamped around his head, keeping me strung tight until I crested the wave and every bone in my body turned to jelly.

He pressed one more kiss to my trembling thigh before meeting my eyes. “You liked that?”

“Yes. Very much.” I panted, my breath coming in ragged gasps. My body convulsed from an aftershock, but I wanted more of Declan. Not just sex with a random Italian man, I wanted to connect with Declan Ramsay. Wanted to explore our bodies and push our boundaries together.

That was wrong. This was supposed to be a one-time thing. He wanted to protect me, and I didn’t want that. He lived in a different country than me, so there was no future. His team flaunted the rules of law. I barely knew him.

But the way he dialed into my body and cracked everything open was more than I could have hoped for.

How could the sex be that good with a man who was so wrong?

My thoughts raced, running on some bizarre autopilot. I flung off my bra and left the bed to find my discarded pants, fishing out a condom from the pocket. Who cared if it was wrong when it felt so good? “Ready for round two?”

He grinned, his eyes filled with a playful hunger that made my stomach flutter. “You came prepared for your grand Roman adventure, didn’t you?”

“Guilty,” I admitted, heat rising in my cheeks. “Care to help a girl out?”

“More than happy.” He slipped out of his lounge pants, and I stopped breathing. He was gorgeous, all tanned skin and toned muscle, standing with the same confidence he always did. His cock stood tall and proud, accentuated by the dips above his pelvic bone. A bead of moisture gleamed on the tip, inviting me to take a taste.

I wanted to do more than just taste; I wanted to devour him whole.

My eyes roved over his body, drinking in every dip and curve like it was the first time I’d seen a naked man. “Lay back. I want on top.”

He did as I asked, watching intently as I unwrapped the condom and rolled it over him, the air charged between us.

I straddled him, positioning myself above his thick cock, and paused. I would set the pace. I would dictate the depth and angle of each thrust. And as I lowered myself onto him, the glorious sense of power and freedom screamed through my entire body.

“So fucking wet.” Declan groaned, his hands gripping my hips as I moved. “You feel incredible.”

“God, Declan, so do you.” I ground against him, searching for the perfect friction.

He sat up, his mouth searching for mine. Our connection intensified, the heat threatening to consume me. We moved together, a layer a sweat collecting between us, the sound of slapping flesh and moans filling the room.

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