Page 62 of Declan's Hope

"I want you ready for me," he murmured against one breast, before moving to the other one and showing it the same attention he had the first.

She bit her bottom lip at his shallow thrusts until he added another on his next push into her body. "Ahhh…" He went deep and her body bowed up at the wonderful sensation of fullness. But she needed more. "Please, Declan," she whimpered. "I’m ready."

He stilled. Then she shuddered when his fingers left her body, before he lifted himself higher over her, bracing his arms on either side of her head.

Hunger filled his gaze raking over her face—along with a deeper need she thought she understood. It was a need she felt within her own heart.

A need to have and give everything.

"Watch me," he commanded on a low growl while folding his arms and taking her face in his hands. He held her head in an unmovable hold while his stare kept her transfixed and his cock brushed against her overly-sensitized clit.

Her lids fluttered. It shouldn’t feel so good or fill her with such need after coming so hard. But that didn’t seem to matter to that small, greedy piece of flesh begging for more.

His fingers dug into the base of her hairline. "I said, watch me." She focused once more on his eye and the sweat dotting his brow. His harsh breath blew across her lips and she whimpered as he dragged his cock away from where she was so close again.

And then he was there.

"See what it does to me when I take you," he panted out as he pushed into her ready opening. Her eyes widened at the stretching. It didn’t hurt, not after how his fingers had prepared her. But it felt oh, so different from his fingers. Then she winced as he went a little deeper. She wasn’t a stranger to the size of his cock, but holding his girth in her hand and having it pushing inside her were two different things.

Completely.

"Move with me." He withdrew ever so slightly, and then pressed in again. She met him with a roll of her hips. "That’s right," he groaned. "Take me." A pained expression crossed his features as he went even deeper—stretching her more. Filling her. Making her his.

Although this joining of their bodies wasn’t what made her so. She’d been his forever. This just made it more real—the act sealing them together as one.

He withdrew almost all the way and she moved with him, so when he slid in again she took everything.

"Hope," he murmured, holding her stare as their bodies took over. And somehow, the physical pleasure she found with him wasn’t the most important thing happening between them.

It was how his one eye stayed trained on her, searching her own gaze, as he tenderly stroked over her hair and his cock surged inside her. It was how she absorbed the gamut of emotions playing over his face—from intense desire to a fervent satisfaction. But above all else, something more important shone out from his blue gaze.

Love.

It was that look of love that captivated her—and one she held onto with all her might. It grew brighter as the rhythmic meeting of their bodies had her climbing toward that precipice again.

Declan’s lids finally dropped as their moans of pleasure filled the room and he ground against her with each hard thrust—his hips pumping and pumping until with a low grunt he pressed into her hard and went rigid. The foreign sensation of his cock pulsing inside her matched her clit blooming into another orgasm—a quiet one that sent a profound sense of peace and belonging through her.

"Mine," Hope murmured, running her hands over the slowly relaxing muscles of Declan’s back.

Declan’s lids lifted, the languorous blue lighting on her lips before his mouth descended to capture them in a whisper-soft kiss. His arms went behind her shoulders and he held her close, then said low against her mouth, "I think that’s my line." Then he kissed her again before slipping from her body and rolling to his side. "But I like hearing you say it." His lips pressed against her forehead. "I’ll be right back," he said, before turning away from her and leaving the bed.

"All mine," she murmured while watching his tall form disappear into the bathroom.

Moments later he reappeared—sans the used condom—then climbed back into bed and pulled her around until her back was to his front. His hard front.

How in the world is that possible?

"Now," he said, stroking a hand down her arm. "About tomorrow—"

"I’m going in," she said, sending her gaze behind her. The frown he sported wasn’t unexpected. "It’s my job."

His deep sigh brushed over her cheek. "I’m not going to win this argument, am I?"

"Nope." She met his stern eye. "You did what you had to do yesterday. And I need to do what have to tomorrow."

"Fine."

She turned back to her side and grinned at his put out grumble.

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