Page 84 of Declan

“Open wide,” I order, my voice firm. “Let me show you who owns who.”

Her chest rises and falls faster, the rhythm of her breathing betraying her anticipation. I reach for the thin strap on her shoulder, pulling it down with deliberate care.

Her nipples are already hard, a silent invitation. My fingers brush over them, circling softly before I give them a sharp pinch. She arches her back, a soft whimper escaping her lips, and I feel a surge of control.

My other hand slides her dress higher, revealing more of her to me. I let my fingers explore, finding her beautiful cunt, already slick with desire. The wetness clings to my skin as I part her lips gently, my thumb brushing her clit in slow, teasingcircles. Her hips begin to move against my hand, her moans filling the room like a melody I can’t get enough of.

I pull her chair closer, spreading her legs wider, taking in the sight of her glistening heat. She is stunning, open and vulnerable in a way that makes my chest tighten with need. Leaning in, I let my breath ghost over her, and she shivers.

“I’m going to savor every inch of you until you scream my name,” I warn, my voice low and rough. My tongue darts out, licking her in one deliberate stroke. Her taste is intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and raw desire that leaves me craving more.

“Declan, God,” she breathes, her hips rising instinctively.

“Not God, firecracker,” my tongue enters her hole, moving in and out, and she cries out louder, holding herself on the arms of the chair.

I suck every inch of her slick heat; my other hand moves around her pebbles, pinching them the way I know she likes, a mix of pain and pleasure dancing in her eyes.

My thumb moves harder on her clit, her arousal dripping into my mouth, and I feast like a starving beast.

Fuck, I need her. I need all of her, more than I’ve ever needed anything. She is my lifeline.

I feel her legs trembling, her walls clenching tightly around my tongue. Looking up, I watch as her head tilts back, her lips parted in a breathless gasp.

Her hand flies to my hair, fingers tangling as she pulls me closer, grinding against my mouth, her body shuddering under the weight of her release.

Her body radiates heat like a volcano, her skin flushed and burning under my touch. I lick her harder, faster, my tongue and thumb working in perfect rhythm. She screams my name as her orgasm crashes into her like a tidal wave, her body writhing uncontrollably.

I don’t let up, sucking and savouring every shudder, drawing out her climax as I drink in every drop of her ecstasy.

I’m so fucking hard right now, and it’s taking all my power of control to keep it together.

As she comes down, her face softens into a state of bliss, her breathing still uneven. I can’t help but chuckle, moving up until our faces are inches apart.

Her tongue darts out, licking herself off my lips, and I capture her mouth in a hard, heated kiss, my tongue plunging inside as if staking a claim. When I break the kiss, her eyes lock onto mine, dark and heavy with desire.

Reaching for the table, I grab the bottle of wine. Her lips curve into a knowing smile, her breath hitching as I bring the bottle to her lips. She parts them slowly, inviting me in, and I tilt the bottle just enough for the ruby liquid to cascade into her mouth, spilling slightly down her chin and over her bare breasts.

The sight of the wine dripping down her skin ignites something feral in me. I lean forward, licking the trails of crimson from her chest, my tongue circling her hardened buds before I take one between my teeth, biting just hard enough to make her tighten around me.

The tang of wine mixed with her heat is intoxicating, a sinful taste of heaven I’ll never get enough of.

I get between her legs, collecting her arousal; her eyes pop open, curiosity in her face; spreading her arousal around the neck of the bottle, she releases an “O,” and I chuckle.

“Don’t you want to be fucked?” I press the neck of the bottle into her entrance, and she moves up trying to avoid it.

“By your cock, not that thing,” her panicked voice makes me even more feral for her.

I hold her hips down and press the bottle more, just an inch in; the cold glass in contrast with her warmth makes goosebumps on her skin, and she whimpers.

“Declan, wait,” she begs, her eyebrow raised.

“Trust me, firecracker,” I kiss her thighs and move the bottle inside her, her back arching, my thumb begins to draw circles on her clit, the bottle going in and out, fucking her, her eyelashes flutter, her eyes close.

“Eyes on me; I want to see you being fucked by the bottle, Viviana.” I move the bottle faster, making sure to hit that spot inside her that makes her toes curl. “I own every inch of you and will fuck you as I want,” my voice husky, my balls feeling heavy almost in a painful way.

“This feels so…” She pants, her voice hoarse with pleasure, “So fucking good.”

I smile, not taking my eyes off her. She looks like a goddess, her hair cascading over her shoulder, her flushed cheeks giving her an ethereal glow. Her body arches and convulses, her core dripping.

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