It’s building. My body is beginning to shake as the feeling begins to wash over me. He’s ripping it from me, and there’s no way to stop it. No way to make this last, because he’s fucking me like he owes me.
And maybe he does.
“Reach down and rub your clit, Lena,” he demands, slamming into me.
I do what he says and the second my fingers touch my sensitive clit, I shout.
“Good girl, rub that clit. Come on me, Lena.”
Maybe it’s because I was almost right there, or maybe his words push me over the edge, but I fall. I fall hard and fast, exploding around him.
Just like he demanded.
“Declan!” I moan, dropping my head onto his shoulder.
“Yes, Lena. Fuck, yes. I’m right behind you. I’ve fought it for too long,” he says, groaning as he continues slamming into me.
“Oh, Declan, let go,” I whisper, kissing his chest.
I feel him tense, and then he lets out a growl that echoes around us. “Fuck, Lena.”
He pumps into me until he has nothing left.
We’re both breathing heavily, holding onto each other like we’re scared to let go.
Declan finally pulls back and we look at each other.
“This was fucking everything.”
“It was,” i agree.
“I can’t let you go, Lena. Not now.”
“I’m not asking you to. I’ve never asked you to.”
He kisses me and it’s nothing like before. It’s slow and soft. Almost sweet. It feels like he’s trying to tell me something without words.
And damn, I think I understand.
Chapter 14
Declan
I hardly slept. The night blurred into early morning, and now the soft glow of the sun breaks through the curtains, casting a golden hue across my bedroom. The room is quiet, peaceful. Something I don’t experience often.
Lena lies beside me, sound asleep. She hasn’t moved an inch all night. Her breathing is even, soft. My hand continues to trace slow, lazy circles on her lower back beneath the oversized shirt she’s wearing.
God, she’s beautiful. Ethereal in the morning light. And somehow, she’s here. Not because I forced her into hiding for protection. Not because of duty or obligation. She’s here because we finally gave in to all the tension, all the looks, all the things we never said but always felt.
And the sex, holy fuck. It wasn’t just good. It was soul-shattering. I’ve never come undone like that before. It felt likesomething inside me ripped open, spilled out, and pieced itself back together in a way I didn’t know I needed.
Maybe it was years of buried feelings finally clawing their way to the surface. Or maybe we’re just that fucking good together.
Either way, the second my lips touched hers, I knew there was no going back.
And now, lying here, reality slowly pressing in, I have no fucking clue how this is going to work. If Wesley ever finds out, he won’t just be pissed. He’ll fucking kill me.
But after last night, after being inside her, feeling her body beneath mine, hearing her moan my name, I can’t walk away. I won’t.