Page 258 of Inferno

“Please, sir. I need you.”

With the adrenaline pounding through my veins and the heat of his touch as his free hand wraps around my throat, I’m so close to falling apart for him.

“What do you want, exactly, Charlotte?” he asks.

“I want you to make love to me. I want you to come inside me and not let a drop come back out. I want to be marked from the inside as yours.”

His brow arches and he licks his bottom lip with a grin.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you clenching around my fingers. So needy for me. So fucking perfect,” he groans as I roll my hips against him.

“Look at you, baby. Coming apart for me, and we haven’t really started.”

The admiration, laced with pure hunger, only fires me up further.

“You. Declan. Only ever you.” I tell him, looking into those blue eyes.

He releases his grip on my neck and slides his hand up my arm, being careful of the rope burns as he laces his fingers through mine.

“Hold onto my shoulders, it’s going to be fast, hard, and rough, baby. We need to get out of here. I’ll worship you once we get home, I promise.” He nips at my neck as my arms float down and I grip onto him.

“Deal,” I whisper.

He chuckles and sinks his fingers in deeper; my eyes flutter closed and I suck in a breath.

“Good. Because it wasn’t a question. Mine, remember?”

Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I am his. And soon, we can have the future I once dreamed about. The one I even started writing about.

Our‘what if’is no longer a fantasy. It's our reality.

I glance over his shoulder and set my sights on Vlad. His black eyes glaring at me, the vein on his forehead pulsing as he grits his teeth.

“Slut,” he screams, but his insult bounces off of me.

He can’t get to me now. Not his words, his actions. He is dead to me, and soon to the rest of the world.

“Ignore him. You’re my slut, though.” Declan winks, and I giggle.

“I’ll get you screaming and your blood pounding, you won’t even be able to hear that fucker.”

I nod, rolling my hips harder against his hand.

As he removes his fingers, he brings them up between our faces and rests two of them on my lips.

“Taste what daddy does to you,” he whispers, and I melt, parting my lips for him.

He slides them on my tongue, and I close my mouth, sucking them clean.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come in my pants if you carry on. I’ve never been so goddamn turned on in my life,” he groans as he withdraws them with a pop from my mouth.

I shake my head and grin mischievously.

“Not today, I want all of it in me.”

He grunts as he gets to work unbuckling his belt frantically.

“Be careful, heartbreaker. Keep talking like that, I’ll have no choice but to fuck a baby into you.”

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