Page 45 of Declan

“You’re pierced?” I don’t know why it comes out as a question because I clearly see he is.

His hands grab my hips and he pulls me against him, rubbing his cock between my wet folds.

“I am, and I promise you, you’re going to appreciate it as much as I do.” He’s voice is rough as his fingers dig into my hips.

He briefly breaks all contact and grabs his jeans. My brows dip in confusion, but when he stands up with a condom in his hand, my heart races.

He doesn’t say anything but locks his eyes with mine as he uses his teeth to rip open the condom. It’s incredibly hot, and I find myself wetting my lips as I watch.

“Roll it on me,” he demands, holding the condom out for me.

I take the condom from him and wrap my hand around the tip of his dick. He shudders at my touch as he groans. I slide my hand down the length of him and hold on while I use my other hand to roll the condom on.

“Fuck, Lena,” he hisses as his eyes close for a brief moment.

Once the condom is on, no time is wasted. He grabs me, lifting me effortlessly, and slams into me. We both let out a sigh of almost relief as he stills.

“Fuck, you’re gripping me like a vice,” he moans, digging his fingers into my ass.

“Move, Declan. I need you to move.”

As if something clicks or maybe snaps, he begins to move. It’s hard, fast, and raw. Everything we’ve buried over the years boils over.

The want.

The need.

The desire.

It’s all there.

We both let go, allowing for the first time to take what we’ve been denying.

“Lena, fuck, you feel so good. So damn good, baby.”

Baby.

The nickname heats my skin and brings tears to my eyes.

He told me once, years ago, he’ll never call anyone baby, not unless he intends on keeping them.

The emotions are quickly overshadowed by the way my body is reacting to his.

The way his body is pressed against mine. His skin soft, yet solid.

The way his lips feel as he sucks on the soft flesh on my neck.

The way he moans against me sending chills down my body.

And the way his pierced cock fills me, fucking me like he’s been trained to do it so perfectly. To know exactly how fast, hard, and deep to go. How to continuously hit the same spot that has me seeing stars.

It’s so fucking hot.

“Declan, I’m not going to last long,” I cry out, my nails digging into his back.

“Don’t fight it. Give me your release, Lena. Give me what I fucking need.”

He drives into me over and over. My body rubbing against his as he moves with such force, such skill.

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