Page 111 of Declan

She bites her bottom lip, raising her hips as her hand grabs my shaft, positioning it at her entrance. “Oh really?” she says, slowly sitting down, groaning as my cock stretches her walls.

“Fuck,” I groan as she begins to ride me. A soft moan leaves her lips, her hands resting on my chest. My muscles tense under her touch.

“I hated your guts when I saw you,” she says with a hint of amusement. “But I still thought you looked hot as fuck in that black tuxedo, Mister Callaghan.”

It takes all my restraint not to turn her against the mattress and fuck her hard after what she just said, but I can feel she’s getting off on the control she has now. I dig my fingers deeper into her ass and make her ride faster, my cock twitching with every move she makes.

“I know, firecracker,” I murmur, my eyes locked on hers. Her eyes roll back as she closes them. I reach for her neck, feeling her pulse on my fingers as I grip her harder.

She moans louder, her breathing quickening. My other hand cups her breast, pinching her hard nipple. “Come for me, Viviana,” I groan, feeling my balls recoil. The pleasure strikes melike a bolt, making my abs tighten as she drags her nails across my skin.

“Fuck,” she moans, and I pump into her harder, my grip tightening on her delicate neck. She trusts me completely, and it makes me feel feral. My finger slides from her nipple to her wet, warm clit, pressing hard. She cries out as her orgasm crashes into her.

Her back arches, and I hold her in place, thrusting harder, prolonging her pleasure for as long as I can. Her walls milk my cock so hard that I groan, my orgasm hitting me with the force of a thousand storms. My warm liquid fills her again.

“I want to fill you up, Viviana; you’ll be dripping me all day! Fuck,” I grunt out, my head snapping back into the mattress as her body crashes into mine. Holding her tight, our breaths come fast and ragged. I press a kiss on her forehead. “I fucking love you.”

We enter the restaurant, and the server leads us upstairs to a private floor. It’s just us. The candlelight bathes her in a soft glow, making her look almost magical in her elegant black dress. Her high heels make her legs seem endless, and her black hair cascades over one shoulder like a silken wave.

“This is fancy,” she whispers, glancing around. “And thank you for the… privacy.”

It’s been a week since the Alek trial. However, she still gets anxious in crowded places, especially around people from the Consortium. So, I reserved the entire upstairs floor just for us.

“You look beautiful, firecracker,” I say, my fingers threading through hers over the table.

Her soft smile melts my heart like I’m a lovestruck teenager, and for once, I don’t give a damn. I love that she makes me feel like this.

I nod to the waiter, who brings our drinks—white wine. I raise my glass, unable to take my eyes off her. The more time I spend with her, the more I want her. The more I need her.

I fuck her more than once a day, and when I don’t go looking for her, she comes to me, driving me insane. She wants me as much as I want her, and she’s not afraid to show it. My beautiful firecracker.

When the food arrives— pasta with mushrooms—her eyes light up. She doesn’t even wait, diving into the dish immediately and letting out soft moans of pleasure with each bite.

“This is amazing,” she murmurs between mouthfuls, and I chuckle, watching her enjoy it.

We finish eating, and I realize my hands are sweating. For fuck’s sake, why am I nervous? There’s no need for it. I already know the answer… don’t I?

Fucking hell.

I stand, and her gaze lifts to meet mine. Her sweet smile and bright eyes are so full of life—so different from when I first saw her.

I think back to that day at Giovanni’s gathering when I was asked to choose one of them. The hatred in her glare. The hurt when her father didn’t fight for her. The way she looked at me walking down the aisle like I was the enemy.

But it was her defiance, her fire, that made me fall in love with her. She is the strongest woman I’ve ever met.

I take a step toward her, towering over her as her brows furrow slightly. It takes all my control not to laugh. Then, I lower myself to one knee, and her eyes widen.

“Oh,” she breathes, her hand flying to her chest.

“I told you I was going to do this right,” I whisper. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the box and open it, revealing the ring: white gold with an oval black opal.

“Ohh!” She squeaks, her eyes fixated on the ring as tears well up.

“Viviana,” I begin, my voice as soft as I can make it. “My life changed forever the moment I saw you in that room, throwing drinks one after the other.” I wink.

She chuckles, her face turning red.

“I knew I had to have you,” I continue. “At first, I thought I wanted to make you bend to my will, but the truth is, you made me want to bend to yours.

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