Page 61 of Declan's Hope

Fire crept up her body at his slow perusal. Then she burned up when he took himself in hand—gripping the base of his cock and stroking up and over the head, then back down again. Her hips squirmed with each long, slow stroke as his intense stare touched on every uncovered part of her and his breathing grew heavy.

She licked her lips pulsing with the need to surround him—to run her tongue over every veiny inch of him.

"Don’t tempt me," he grumbled, letting himself go and reaching for her hands. He tugged her up. "Arms over your head." It didn’t occur to her to complain at his command as she complied and he pulled her top over her head. She was too intrigued with what he’d said before that.

"Tempt you?" she asked, lowering her arms and shaking out her hair.

"You’ll put that tasty little tongue on me soon enough," he muttered as she reached behind her to undo her bra. "You can count on it."

"I can?" She ducked her head and eyed it as he pulled the lax straps down her arms and off before dropping her bra over the side of the bed. All she would have to do was—

"But if you’re curious." Then her eyes widened when he swiped his finger over the beaded tip of his cock. His wet finger held her entranced as he brought it to her lips, until she lifted her head and met blue heat from his gaze when he pushed it past her lips. His own lips parted on a quick breath when she hummed and licked the untried flavor flooding her mouth from the invading digit.

She smiled around his finger at his grumbled, "Tease," before he pulled it away. "I can’t have that when I’m on the edge." He pressed her to lie back on the bed before reaching over to his nightstand and opening the drawer. She liked the idea she had him on the edge. He’d had her at that sharp point enough. Then the smile still hovering around her lips fell when Declan pulled out a square packet.

"Oh…"

Declan glanced up from where he rolled the condom down his length. Then a devilish grin kicked up on one side of his mouth. "On second thought." He moved between her splayed thighs. "Teasing might be fun." A moan rose up inside her as he ran his covered cock along the outer lips of her pussy—the brush of it tickling the fine hairs. Then another moan left her—one of frustration—as she frowned at him when he scooted away.

"Let’s see how you like it," he murmured, lowering his body to lie between her thighs. Oh, god, he was going to do that again. Anticipation wasn’t the word for what she knew was coming. She settled her hands in his thick, black hair when he brought his face to her waiting core and his fingers spread her open.

The first touch of his tongue was light over her clit—barely there. But it was electric, and enough to send a low cry from her as her hips rose to chase after his mouth.

"Mmm…"

Then he tasted her lower, dipping inside her body where she had no doubt he’d found her more than wet. A lot could be said for a warm tongue. And his was—

"Ahh…"

Dear lord, she’d said he gave good neck, but she might have to modify that to say he gave good…

Would it be called head?

Whatever the correct term, she whimpered at the licking and sucking he did all around her opening, before he rasped his tongue over the spongy flesh below her clit. She wriggled and tugged on his hair, hoping to get him to where the building ache had gotten to the point of pain. But he didn’t take the hint. Instead, the man currently torturing her speared his talented tongue back down into her depths.

What was he doing down there?

"Declan Carter," she moaned. "If you don’t—"

"Don’t what?" His head lifted, then he taunted her with a slow lick over his lips.

"I need…"

She couldn’t say it with him eyeing her so intently. Nor when he swiped a hand over his mouth, crawled up her body, and gave her nipple a long lick that nearly had her eyes crossing.

"I know exactly what you need, baby."

His warm breath blew over her damp nipple before he took it into the hot cavern of his mouth. Her back arched on its own, while his hand glided down her body to her core. What his tongue hadn’t done moments before, his fingers did—spreading her wetness up and over her clit.

Her heart hammered away while he thrummed the little bundle of nerves with the rough pad of first one finger, then two, while his teeth nibbled over her nipple before sucking it deep. Her body tensed, lifting into his touch as he massaged the hood, enhancing her pleasure, before sliding back down and starting all over again.

Everything inside her vibrated while her hips worked to keep up with his fingers and her legs shook with each stroke. It was almost too much, but not enough at the same time. Her pulse pounded in her ears, nearly drowning out her coarse breathing, while her body strained to find relief from the building pressure until finally, finally…

"Declan!"

It all burst free, sending her consciousness soaring and tendrils of heat running up from her core to every nerve ending she possessed—leaving her shaking and panting as her body bucked and heart raced. Declan continued to lave her nipple while gathering her wetness and rubbing her clit with quick, hard strokes. Then as she came down, he slowly gentled to soothing circles until she let out a long sigh and relaxed back onto her pillow.

"Mmm…" One of Declan’s long, thick fingers slid effortless inside her.

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