Page 29 of Playing with Desire

It was pure madness, and there was nothing he could do to stop the wild beast in him as he took her far more roughly than he’d intended, his tongue and cock filling her, again and again, while she willingly gave herself over to his darker inclinations, accepting everything he had to give.

And fuck, he couldn’t get close enough. Deep enough. The need inside him was rising, amplifying, drowning out all else when he’d never needed a damn thing in his life before her. And selfish bastard that he was, he wanted to ruin her for any other man, even knowing he could never be the one she deserved.

He shuttled in and out of her body, grinding against her clit, the hard, fast, slick slide of his flesh against hers finally taking them both to the edge and tipping them over. Unable to move because of the restraints, Summer moaned softly against his lips, and with her pussy fluttering around his cock with her third orgasm, her release sent him straight into a wave of ecstasy that gathered up inside him like a cyclone, dangerous and all-consuming.

The storm unleashed, destroying the last of his control in ways that only this woman was able to do to him. The climax that had been brewing at the base of his spine shot through his balls and sped up the length of his cock like white-hot lightning, and with a hoarse shout, he buried himself to the point that he pinned her to the bed completely, and in a few powerful, jolting thrusts, he came inside her with a ragged groan he felt all the way to the depths of his soul.

Chapter Nine

Ashort whilelater, after releasing Summer from her wrist and ankle cuffs and removing the last of the toys, they each made a quick trip to the bathroom before returning to the bed. Now naked without the lingerie, Summer automatically cuddled up to his side, her head resting on his chest. With her body lethargic after her triple orgasm, she closed her eyes and sighed contentedly.

Smiling, he slid his arm around Summer to give her a more comfortable crook to snuggle into, wondering how he’d becomethatguy who indulged in postcoital intimacies. When it came to women, he’d always liked his space, which was one of the reasons he didn’t do relationships.One and donehad been his motto for more than a decade, and it had served him well. Once he’d gotten what he needed from a female, he didn’t stick around, and he didn’t double-dip.

Yet here he was, breaking all the strict rules he’d lived by since joining the military, all because one guileless woman had gotten under his skin and he’d been desperate to havemoreof her. Now, after a week of having her in his bed, he actually enjoyed the way she curled up next to him, like the sweet kitten he called her, or how they’d wake up at daybreak with their bodies spooned together before he gently pushed her onto her stomach for a long, slow, leisurely morning fuck that satisfied them both.

And it would all come to an end in two weeks. There was no changing what they’d agreed to, even though he already suspected it was going to be hard for them to part ways when the time came. For Summer’s emotional stability, as much as his own mental clarity going into his next mission, the clean break was necessary, even if the thought made something twist painfully in his chest.

Feeling Summer’s steady breaths feathering across his skin, Declan was certain that she’d fallen asleep, but then she lifted her head and gave him an impish smile.

“Know what I’m in the mood for?” she murmured.

“Me?” he teased.

“I’m always in the mood for you,” she said and affectionately brushed her lips over his. “But what I want right now is a hot fudge brownie sundae.”

He chuckled, having learned that Summer enjoyed sweet treats, and especially chocolate. Earlier this week, she’d baked brownies for him and Rick and had picked up a jar of hot fudge, ice cream, and whipped cream at the store, which meant indulging her request was as easy as them walking to the kitchen.

“Your wish is my command, kitten,” he said, because she was so easy to please.

Grinning happily, she slid out of bed and donned one of his T-shirts and panties just in case Rick came home early, while he pulled on a pair of sweatpants. He followed her to the other room, enjoying the light bounce to her step, along with the whimsical part of her personality. She was so untouched by the monstrosities he saw on a regular basis, so bubbly and effervescent compared to his more jaded demeanor, and he never wanted those traits of hers to change. Never wanted his less-than-ideal life to tarnish hers.

Reaching the kitchen, she switched on the light and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard. While she put a few of the brownies in the dish for them to share and warmed up the hot fudge in the microwave, he retrieved the vanilla ice cream and can of whipped cream from the freezer and refrigerator. Once the sundae was layered, she picked up the whipped cream and turned toward him.

“Want some?” she asked, her features mischievous and her finger on the nozzle as she gave the can a shake.

He found it impossible to resist that frisky gleam in her eyes. “Sure.”

“Open wide,” she told him.

Giving in to her playful side, he parted his lips, waiting for her to squirt a quick dollop, except she kept going until the white stuff was overflowing and he couldn’t close his mouth. He grabbed her wrist to stop her from adding more, and she giggled at how ridiculous he must have appeared nearly choking on a mountain of whipped cream.

“You look like you’re frothing at the mouth,” she said, so satisfied and amused with herself while laughing at him once again.

He managed to swallow half of the sweet cream, then released her hand to curl his fingers around the back of her neck, taking her by surprise as he pulled her face up to his and kissed her with what was left in his mouth. She gasped at his unexpected and playful retaliation, then moaned as he deliberately smeared the sweetness around her lips, which he then licked off.

“You are so goddamn naughty,” he growled, though he was grinning at her.

“I know,” she admitted impishly. “But I love seeing you have fun and hearing you laugh. I get the feeling you don’t do nearly enough of either when you’re on assignment.”

Her comment was too accurate. With what he did for a living, genuine laughter and authentic grins were few and far between, and Declan had to concede that it felt nice just to play around with her and not be so serious all the time.

He shook his head, and while she grabbed two spoons from the drawer, he carried the bowl to the table, putting it between his chair and hers for them to share. After enjoying a few bites of the dessert, she glanced at him inquisitively.

“What do you do in the military?” she asked softly.

The unexpected inquiry took him off guard. For the most part, he’d deliberately avoided any personal conversation about himself, because he didn’t have happy stories to share. His current life and the career he’d chosen for himself were dark and grim and ugly. The things he’d seen and done had left mental and emotional scars that he constantly had to keep from pulling him down into a deep, black pit of depression and despair.

That’s why he liked being with Summer. She was goodness and light and kindness. She made him forget all those gruesome memories and made him feel like he lived a semblance of a normal life when he was with her. And the last thing he wanted to do was taint her with what his job description really entailed.

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