Page 225 of Inferno

His rough hand reaches up, and he steals the ice, popping it in his mouth and giving me a wink that electrifies me.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch intently as he uses his mouth to run the ice along my core.

“Oh, my god,” I cry out.

He pushes my thighs up, spreading me wider and holds me firmly in place. I’m panting, my head almost spinning from all the sensations.

“I need to be inside you, fuck,” he grunts as he sits back, spitting the remaining ice cube on the floor.

I let out a squeal as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, rushing us to the en-suite.

“Declan!” I giggle, kicking my legs as he strides into the walk-in rainfall shower and turns it on. Sliding my body down his front, he slams my back against the tiles and I pull on the collar of his shirt as the water heats up, cascading over us.

“You have too many clothes on,” I say against his lips before he slams them over mine. I grip his throat and squeeze my legs around his waist tighter.

“I. Don’t. Care. I just need you,” he grunts, and I roll my hips against the bulge in his pants.

A spark lights his eyes as he pulls back, using one hand to free his cock.

He leans back and rips his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him before grabbing my face and coming back in for ferocious kisses.

His dick rubs against my entrance, and I moan in anticipation.

“Please,” I say between kisses.

“I love it when you beg for my cock. Now do it louder, so I’ll never forget how it sounds. Etch yourself in my memories, heartbreaker.”

“Please, daddy. Fuck me, fill me up with your massive cock. I’m begging you. Please.”

It’s like a spark goes off, and he violently thrusts into me, sliding me up the wall with the force.

“Is that what you need?” he says, squeezing my throat.

“Yes,” I choke out.

The water freefalls over us, and I claw at his neck to hold on as he pounds into me. Stealing my breath with every kiss.

“I’m fucking obsessed,” he mutters between kisses.

“Me too.”

I’ve obsessed over him for so many years, this feels so right, so natural. Like I’m finally home. There's just one piece of our puzzle missing.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” he growls in my ear before nipping the lobe.

“Can I? Now?” I whisper.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans out as my pussy clenches around his dick.

With a few final thrusts and his hands squeezing my neck, my nails digging into his muscular shoulders, I fall apart for him.

Except I’m not falling apart; I’m being put back together, day by day, by him.

My name erupts from his lips and he tips his head back, so I lean in and bite into his throat.

“Fuck, heartbreaker!”

He’s breathless as he spills inside of me, and a wave of ecstasy washes over me, my body shakes and stars fill my vision, and I scream out his name.

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