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Her head tilts back, allowing him better access as his mouth opens and his tongue slides out to meet hers. Breathing in, his oak scent fills her, making her sigh into him.Home.His hips push against her, and feeling his hard cock against her makes her knees want to buckle. Knowing she causes that reaction in him is intoxicating.
As their tongues and lips continue to collide, the kiss growing more and more hungry, her clit pulsing with need, and feeling the safest and most secure she has in who knows how long, Eliana knows to the depths of her being that Declan Grace is her beginning, middle, and end. It’s here, with him, that she is the best version of herself, and that by his side is the only place she wants to be.
When she pulls back, breaking their connection, her chest heaves, seeking air. She swallows, giving herself a second to back out. But she doesn’t need it. She doesn’twantit.
“Do you want to go to my room?” she asks.
His eyes widen quickly before narrowing and surveying her. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” He looks down at his crotch. “Please don’t take his reaction to mean anything other than me finding you absolutely divine.”
“Declan,” she says, pausing so he knows she means it, “I want to sleep with you. Please come to my room so I can feel that cock inside me.”
He swallows, appearing almost as nervous as she had been before he got here. But he nods and takes her hand, following as she leads him down the hall.
CHAPTER40
Eliana
His hands are on her as soon as they make it to her room. Strong, hardworking hands grip her hips, pulling her body against his, before sliding down and firmly gripping her ass. “Perfection,” he growls, digging his fingers in. “Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you? To fight the urge to follow you around staring at this perfect ass all day?”
“About as hard as it is for me to keep from climbing you the moment I see you.”
“Harder,” he says, pushing his hard cock against her stomach.
Two smoky tendrils emerge, lifting her so she is better positioned as she wraps her legs around his middle.Ah… that’s the spot.She hums with satisfaction at the pressure of his cock against her hot pussy. His fingers splay across her ass, holding her firm against him, and her hands go up the back of her shirt, unhooking her bra. She slides an arm out of it and pulls it out through her shirt sleeve, tossing it over his shoulder.
Eliana’s head tilts back as his lips kiss across her shoulder and up her neck. As he reaches her chin, she brings her head back up and meets his lips. Their lips crash together, eager and hungry. Tongues collide and teeth nip while her hands clasp behind his head.
Shuffling forward, his knees hit the edge of her bed, and the world tilts as they collapse onto it. Tendrils of power land beside her head as another floats underneath her, softening the impact. She laughs into his mouth, amused that he felt the need to protect her from falling onto the soft bed.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, as he nips her lip again.
“You,” she replies, half-heartedly trying to squirm away as his hands move to her side and begin to tickle her.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.” She giggles.
“Well, is it funny when I do this?” he asks, placing his mouth over her breast and sucking her nipple through her shirt.
The dampening fabric mixed with his hot breath and the friction as he rolls his tongue over her peak has her wrapping her legs around his middle again as she arches into him. “Yes,” she gasps.
“Really? How about when I do this?” His hand slides down her stomach and over her pants, landing on her cunt, where he runs a finger over the seam. “Look at you. Already soaking through for me.”
Her hips buck, needing more. Pressure. Friction. Him. “Please.”
“So eager.” His finger slides down her pussy again, pushing harder than before, giving her more of the delicious pressure she needs. She doesn’t know how he does it, or what sexual magic he may possess as a demon, but she can already feel the tension building in her core. The need to release quickly taking over. “But you seem to be mistaken, Oaks. I’m not going to rush this. Don’t get me wrong, I am putty in your hands. I will do whatever you want of me,exceptrush through making you come as many times as I can.” His teeth pinch her nipple through her shirt while his hand finds the hem of her pants and slides underneath. Declan’s finger slips between her slick lips and begins rubbing her clit in perfect circles, and it’s like someone set off a sparkler inside her. Electric heat shoots from her clit to her toes, causing them to curl while she fists the bedding above her head.
“Oh, god,” she moans lowly.
“No, love, I’m a demon.” His tone is dry, as if simply stating a mathematical fact. A giggle escapes her at the same time that he slides a finger into her wet cunt, quickly changing the giggle to a whimper. His thick digit slides languidly in and out of her pussy, curling in ever so slightly, hitting that sensitive spot on her inner wall as he uses his thumb to give her clit the attention it craves.
“More,” she pleads.
“Patience, Oaks.” His free hand lifts her shirt, exposing her breasts. “Beautiful. So beautiful.” Turning her head to look at him, she sees nothing but pure admiration staring back at her. It’s as if he is staring at a revered piece of art, long locked away and only now getting to see it for the first time.
His lips work their way across her chest, taking time to stop at one nipple and suck it into his mouth, nipping at it he does. A lap of his tongue quickly eases the slight shock of pain as his teeth pinch and grate on her sensitive peak. Soothing the sting with warmth. The mix of quick pinches and soft licks makes her mind swim with pleasure. She never thought she would be into anything resembling pain or discomfort during sex, but this, this is so good. So unexpected. It takes her out of her head, allowing her to be here in the moment with him. Because yes, she wants this. She wants him. But that doesn’t mean she’s still not internally freaking out, wondering if this is the right choice.
“I can hear your brain going,” he says, before licking the underside of her breast. “Perhaps I am not doing a good enough job.”
