Page 46 of Declan

Why do I need to hold back? Declan is my husband, after all—a kind of fake husband, but that’s beyond the point now. He saved me, kept my father at bay, and even let me back into the old room. I’m an adult woman, damn it! Why can’t I just let go?

Without a second thought, I grab his shirt and pull him toward me, pressing my lips to his. He freezes, hands gripping my shoulders, then pulls back slightly. “I don’t think my balls can handle much more teasing, firecracker,” he mutters, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“I want you to fuck me, Declan,” I blurt out, hardly recognizing the purr in my voice. Declan’s entire demeanour changes. His eyes darken with desire, muscles tensing as he leans in.

“Are you sure, Viviana?” he murmurs, searching my face.

When he finds his answer, he grabs the back of my head, kissing me so hard I whimper, his tongue dominating my mouth. His hand moves to my top, pulling it over my head.

He glances down at my pink bra, a wicked grin on his face. “Pink?” He chuckles darkly, his eyes fixed on my chest, hungry.

“Go to hell, Irishman,” I retort, pulling him close, my hands unbuttoning his jacket and tossing it to the floor. I do the same with his shirt, and the sight of his chiselled chest nearly makes me purr.

Every muscle is carved like a statue, tattoos moving with each breath. I press kisses to his chest, and he groans, his muscles flexing as the heat between my legs intensifies.

I continue to kiss his chest, moving south slowly as my fingers move to his belt. He catches my wrists; I look up at him, and a chill runs down my spine. His eyes look fiery, and his face looks like the devil itself. Licking his lips, he pulls me up, bending me over his shoulder, and I draw in a ragged breath.

“What are you doing?!”

“There is no fucking way I’m getting interrupted again,” he grumbles wickedly as he strides to his master bedroom, closing the door with a small kick.

He throws me to the bed. “Take your jeans off,” he orders, staring straight into my goddamn soul like he is about to suck it out of me. I do as ordered; removing my jeans, I sit in bed with my underwear. “Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he mutters slowly.

He crawls over the bed until he is on top of me; he kisses me hard, violently; his kisses are demanding and dominant, making my entire body freeze momentarily under him.

I try to clench my legs, but he stands right in the middle of them; it takes all my strength not to grind on his leg again! His hand grabs my neck with enough force to make me lift from the bed as his other hand unstraps my bra with a medical precision that makes me think how experienced he is at this.

He pushes my throat to the mattress, and his mouth immediately travels around my hard nipple; he licks and kisses, but then he goes right to my peaks and gently bites it. My back arches to his mouth, and I let out a soft hum. his tongue twirls on each of my nipples as I feel one of his hands wrap around my panties before he tears the lace fabric in two, sending it to the floor.

His hand cups my entire pussy, my wet, dripping pussy.

“Oh God,” I whisper, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as pleasure bursts into me.

He chuckles darkly, “No God here, firecracker, just the fucking devil.” He groans, his hot breath on my nipple, as his thick, tattooed finger enters my wet pussy; he slides right in and curls it immediately, and I scream out his name, “That’s better.” His voice is laced with a primal, deep hunger.

His finger feels so good inside me as he pulls it in and out, stroking my clit in small, slow circles with his thumb. I move into him, needing more; I need to feel all of him. I want to be filled up with his cock.

“Please, Declan,” I beg him; his lips crash into mine, biting my bottom lip; he inserts another digit, stretching me more.

“Just because you are being such a good girl,” he purrs in a rough voice as I shiver, feeling my white heat pour into his fingers.

His lips are still on mine as he swallows every hum and whimper, I let out; my orgasm is so close I can taste it.

He moves his fingers faster.

“Can you take another firecracker?” he asks while leaving small kisses and tiny bites all over my neck.

I whimper, my back arching slightly, “Yes…”

I feel his other digit at my entrance, teasing me, his fingers circling my entrance slowly, making a little pressure but not entering me as his thumb starts to put more pressure on my clit,“Declan,” I purr his name, begging him as I move my hips to force him to get in me.

He stares into my eyes; those eyes are enough to almost tilt me over the edge; there is a menacing twinkle in them, something raw and animalistic.

“Look at me, Viviana,” he demands, licking his bottom lip. I do as he orders; I stare at his eyes, panting hard, trying to control my breathing.

When I finally start to stabilize my body, his three fingers plunge into me hard, and I scream in pleasure.

He begins to thrust into me, finger-fucking me without any mercy as his thumb circles harder and faster on my clit, my arousal dripping into my thighs, down my ass; I’m panting for air, he curls his long, thick fingers, touching something inside me, and an explosion of pleasure rips through me.

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