Page 57 of Declan

I rub her clit hard as I drive into her. I feel her pussy tighten on me and she cries out. We both do.

The faster I rub her sensitive clit, the faster I fuck her.

“I’m so close,” she shouts.

“Give it to me, baby. Your orgasms belong to me now, so give me what is mine,” I demand.

Her eyes lock with mine, and she comes undone. “Declan!”

Her release continues, and it rips mine from me. Hard and fast.

“Fuck, Lena!”

We hold onto each other as we both ride out wave after wave of our orgasms. Our breathing is heavy, our bodies are sweaty, and our hearts are pounding so hard it’s impossible not to feel the others.

I pull back and stare down at the beautiful, sexy woman beneath me.

She’s mine.

She smiles at me and rests her hand on my cheek. “If I’m yours, that means you’re mine.”

I smirk and press a soft kiss to her lips. “Sure, baby.”

Her eyes search mine, her expression a bit more serious. “Say it. Tell me you’re mine,” she says, repeating my words.

My fingers sink into her hair, and I move closer to her lips. “I’m yours, Lena. Always have been, always will be.”

I kiss her, letting her know with this kiss that my words are true.

She has no idea what she means to me, but she will.

Soon enough, she’ll understand.

The sunbarely filters through the slats in the blinds, casting soft light across her bare back where she’s sprawled on her stomach, half tangled in my sheets. Her hair’s a mess, one leg is kicked out, and my shirt is halfway down her shoulder.

And she’s never looked more perfect.

I lean against the doorframe for a second, just taking it in.

She told me she’s mine, and it should be enough.

But all I want now is more.

More of her stretched out in my bed. More of her soft laugh and sleepy kisses. More mornings like this.

Her arm shifts, fingers searching the sheets beside her.

“Declan?” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

“I’m right here, baby.”

She rolls onto her side, blinking up at me with that slow, lazy smile that punches straight through my ribs. “You watching me sleep like a weirdo?”

I smirk, walking over and crawling back into bed. “Nah. Just memorizing this view in case I never get it again.”

She narrows her eyes. “That’s dramatic. And grossly sweet. Who even are you in the morning?”

I pin her under me, nose brushing hers. “The guy who wants to spend the entire weekend in bed with you.”

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