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Her sleek cunt is dripping with arousal, and I revel in the sensation of both her holes clenching around me. My other hand steadies her at the hip before sliding down to her clit. My thumb massages the sensitive nub, pinching it lightly as her moans grow louder. My grunts echo hers, rough and guttural.

“Fuck, Viviana, you’re a fucking goddess,” I growl, fucking her harder.

“Come for me, Vi,” I commanded, my voice hoarse from the sheer effort of holding back my release.

I circle her clit faster, pinching it harder, my finger plunging in and out of her ass in a steady, unrelenting rhythm. My thrusts become feral, more aggressive as the room fills with the wet sound of her arousal, our skin slapping together, her cries, and my grunts. There is nothing else in the world right now—just us, our bodies, our screams, and our shared need for release.

“Oh, Declan, harder,” she begs, her voice desperate.

I oblige, my thumb working harder on her clit as my thrusts turn utterly wild. The cacophony of sounds—her moans, my grunts, and the slap of our bodies—drives me to the brink.

“Oh God!” she screams into the pillow, her body convulsing as her orgasm takes her. I feel the electric pulse of her release around my cock, and it nearly pushes me over the edge. Pressing my finger deeper into her ass, I pound her harder, dragging out every last second of her climax.

As her trembling subsides, I remove my finger from her ass and her clit, grabbing her hips with both hands. My movements are primal now, pounding into her like a feral animal. Her moans push me closer, her walls tightening around me like a vice.

“Fuck!!” I roar, my release surging into her in hot, thick waves. Her hips pressed into me as her walls milk every last drop, pulling me deeper into her. My muscles burn, feeling as though they’re about to tear through my skin. My neck snaps back, and my eyes roll into the depths of my skull. My cock pulses inside.

Fucking hell.

Chapter 16

Viviana

Waking up, my entire body feels deliciously sore. I smile into the dim light filtering through the main bedroom window. I heard Declan get up earlier, but I pretended to stay asleep. Honestly, I have no idea how to react after what happened last night. I need time to process everything—my feelings if I even have any beyond lust.

There’s no denying the overwhelming physical attraction I feel for him. Declan is as dominant in day-to-day life as he is in bed—though in bed, that dominance is taken to another level. The way he took my body and the care he showed to ensure I felt pleasure the entire time... it was unexpected.

I noticed his restraint—the way his muscles tensed, veins pulsing in his arms and hands, his entire body coiled with control.

The deep growls that reverberated from his chest seemed to make his tattoos come alive, dancing to the rhythm of his thrusts. Just thinking about

it now makes my core ache for him again. I need an icy cold shower before I lose my mind.

Feeling somewhat refreshed after the shower; I make my way to the living room. Declan is there in a perfectly tailored black suit that accentuates his broad shoulders and toned arms. His brothers are with him, looking equally sharp. The second I walk in, their conversation halts, and the air shifts.

“Morning,” Connor is the first to acknowledge me, his smirk revealing far too much. I feel heat rush to my face. Damn it, he probably heard us last night. I can’t deal with this. Not now.

I nod briefly at him before turning on my heel and heading toward the kitchen, but I don’t make it more than three steps before a strong hand grabs my arm. Declan spins me around, pressing me against the wall in the corner of the hallway.

Before I can say anything, his lips crash into mine. His arms cage me in as his tongue claims every inch of my mouth, devouring me with a hunger that makes my knees weak. I gasp for air as his intensity overwhelms me. He pulls back slowly, his piercing eyes locking onto mine.

His arms remain braced on either side of my head, forming a muscular, unyielding cage around me. My body betrays me entirely, screaming for him. My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might break free of my chest, desperate to reach him.

“You weren’t going to say good morning?” he asks, his lips just an inch from mine. His warm breath brushes against my skin, and the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth makes me bite my bottom lip in response.

“You guys seemed busy. I didn’t want to interrupt,” I manage to say, though my voice sounds hoarse, as though I’m still drunk on the pleasure of last night. God, I need to get a grip on myself—or at least on my pussy, because she’s clearly running the show right now.

“Right,” he murmurs, his dangerously beautiful smile widening. That smile sends a jolt through me, melting any coherent thought I have left. “I’ll be gone until dinner. Wait for me in my room, alright, firecracker?”

God, why does his voice have to sound so menacing and sexy at the same time? My legs feel weak, my body melting like hot chocolate left out in the sun. Every word he says seems dirty, flirtatious—or maybe I’m just so horny that everything sounds suggestive now.

“Viviana,” his voice snaps me back to reality, low and amused. He’s still staring at me, his head tilted slightly, like he’s caught onto something I wish he hadn’t. Did he notice? Am I blushing? No... maybe not.

“Vi, are you even here?” His finger lightly pokes my forehead, and a teasing grin spreads across his face. The tip of his tongue glides over his bottom lip, and I swear the air between us crackles.

“I—I…” I stammer, shaking my head like an idiot. Now I know I’m blushing. My cheeks are burning, and I hate how obvious it must look.

His grin deepens, full of mischief and heat. “I’m thinking it too, firecracker,” he whispers, leaning in until his breath brushes against my ear. Then his teeth nip at my earlobe, sending an electric pulse straight down my spine, leaving my knees ready to give way.

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