Page 57 of Declan

“Lemon,” I blurt out, cringing internally, waiting for him to laugh.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he hums against my skin, the vibration sending a jolt straight through me.

“Lemon,” he repeats, his voice low, whispering the word into my ear. His breath is hot and teasing. Slowly, he rises, his presence towering over me.

I’m trembling again, but this time it’s not from nerves. It’s pure, unbridled anticipation.

His hand begins to massage my butt cheeks. “Count them like the good girl you are,” his voice sounds more primal, like a feral animal preparing to attack.

As I nod, his hand connects with my sensitive skin. I move forward, a screech leaving my mouth as a sting forms on my left side.

But something must be wrong with me because instead of feeling like I should turn and kick his head, I feel my arousal grow, my breasts becoming hypersensitive. He clears his throat, and I remember! Shit, the counting!

“One!” I say into the fabric under me.

“Good girl,” he growls animalistically. I can feel his legs tense. He massages my ass again, and another slap follows, then another.

“Three, four, five,” he alternates from my right cheek to my left, and I feel my skin burning, my core clenching, needing more, needing him inside me. I count them to ten before tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

His hand caresses the strings gently as he stops, giving me time to take control of my breathing. I know this will hurt for days, but I think that’s the point; he wants to mark me, and honestly, I want him to do it. But I will leave my mark on him, too.

“Are you okay?” His hoarse voice fills with need, making me stiffen for a second. I nod, and he adds, “Use your safe word if you need.” As I’m about to answer, I feel his cock at my entrance, along with his finger sliding over my wet clit, coating his hard length. I’m so wet, and the only thing he did was spank me. I never thought I would be into this kind of kink.

His tip enters an inch, and my eyes roll back. “Please, Declan,” I beg him, trying to push my pussy into him so he can reach that spot inside me that is crying for him.

“Easy there, firecracker. So needy for my cock, aren’t you?” He pulls out, and I whimper at the loss of him. Turning my head to look at him, I’m met with a grin that could rival the devil’s and the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen. His pupils are blown wide,so black they resemble the new moon, hidden behind a veil of storm clouds. The shadows seem alive, dancing behind his gaze like spectres in the night.

There’s so much darkness there—an endless abyss of pain, control, and something primal. But with it, there is an unmistakable and searing lust. It burns through the void, sharp and consuming, pulling me in like gravity.

Declan holds my hips with both hands, gripping deep into my flesh. Without warning, he thrusts into my wet pussy. I scream out as he grunts and curses, sinking his face into the curve of my spine. He stays still for a moment, and I can feel his chest moving as his breathing regulates.

“Fuck, Vi,” he grunts. Straightening up, he begins to move in and out slower this time, and I feel every inch of him inside me, his girth stretching me more than I ever have. The pleasure of it sends sparks over my spine into my mind, reaching the depths of my soul.

“Count,” he commands in a husky voice. His hand slaps my cheek as he continues to thrust slowly.

I lost count! Oh, for fuck’s sake, I can barely remember my name! “Nine?”

He chuckles. “Fine by me.”Slap, “It was eleven, firecracker.”Slap“Keep counting.”Slap

“Thirteen!” A whimper escapes me as his thrusts increase speed. He rotates his hips, hitting that spot that makes my toes curl, and I moan. My blood is pulsing to my core, the wet sounds of our bodies and the slaps filling the room.

“Fourteen,” shit! This is starting to hurt. My ass feels bruised, but at the same time, there’s an edge growing inside me—a need to come so hard it hurts. I grind into him, and he slaps me harder, his other hand gripping my hip to keep me in place. I breathe into the mattress, trying to restrain the urge to scream out his name like I’m praying to the Devil.

“Fifteen.”Slap“Sixteen.”Slap“Seventeen.”Slap“Eighteen.”

“You are such a good girl.” He thrusts harder into me, pulling out and slamming back in so hard that my body tilts forward. He pulls me back to him again.

He slaps me once more, and I count. Then his hand slams into my skin so hard that tears fall, and I yelp in pain. He turns me around, opens my legs wide, and thrusts in, pressing his hand on my belly while moving in and out. “I can feel myself under my hand, fucking you.”The pressure he creates with his hand makes my orgasm build faster. His thumb circles my clit, and I can feel my hot arousal dripping down my ass.

He stares at the point where our bodies connect like we were made to be this way forever. His body blends into mine with perfection, like the moon in the night sky.

“Come for me, Viviana,” he grunts, his thrusts increasing as his hand still presses on my belly, keeping me in place. I stare at him—he is sexual perfection.

His muscles are so taut, trembling as he fights to hold back his release. His tattooed hands press into my belly, veins popping with each movement.

His dark, messy hair falls over his face, covering part of his eyes as he tilts his head back. I can see Adam's apple moving with each swallow and grunt he curses out.

“Declan,” I whimper as my release comes closer. My back arches and my legs press against his ass, pushing him even deeper.

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