Page 106 of Allure

But that’s all he’s done. He’s given me so very much, and I feel as if I can’t give enough of myself back in return.

“Declan,” I moan as he sucks on my clit. I’m so close, so very close, but I need something.

I need more.

“Take your clothes off,” I beg. “I want you inside me.”

He kisses my clit before drawing back, climbing off the bed, and removing his clothes. Instead of climbing back on the bed and resuming his position on top of me, he leans down and whispers, "Whatever position you want."

If we weren't on a bunk bed, I would consider being on top or else sitting on his lap, but right now, I just need him, period.

“Come here,” I whisper, almost whimpering.

He comes to me in the dark, in the silence, kissing me, loving me, and when he slips inside me, there’s no doubt in my mind that we aren’t fucking. We aren’t even having sex.

We’re making love.

Declan kisses my neck before drawing back and placing a tender hand on my throat. I suck in a breath. The weight of his hand there is so very gentle, and all I feel is him. No one else. No pressure, not like he wants to hurt me, just a means to touch me everywhere, to make me feel him everywhere, for there to be no question that he's the only lover for me, at least for right now.

And maybe for the rest of my life.

My back arches, and I move my hips in time with his, needing even more, needing all of him. I rub his back and then grab onto his ass, trying to push him even deeper inside me.

“Declan…”

“I’m here, Brooke. Whatever you need.”

“All I need is you.”

I lean forward, causing his hand to press against my throat even more as I force a kiss out of him. My hands come up to cup his face, and there’s something about this kiss that completely shatters me but also heals me entirely.

At this moment, I'm his.

He’s mine.

We are together, and we’re so much more than we are apart.

My orgasm is strong, wickedly so, and I would’ve screamed his name if it weren’t for the most perfect never-ending kiss. He moans against my lips, and from the way his thrusts change ever so slightly, I know he’s coming.

Declan pulls back, kissing me a few more times as he settles to rest on his side, facing me, cupping my face. “Oh, Brooke.”

“I meant what I said,” I murmur, wanting to repeat that all I need is him, but I can’t help it. Tears stream down my face. There are a few questions about the future. The mugger’s wife, I still want to see if his story is true and maybe help her because she’s a victim of society to some extent.

But there’s one aspect about the future that I no longer have to question.

“Declan, will you go out with me?”

He grins and kisses my forehead. “I thought you would never ask.”

EPILOGUE

It’s not easy being overweight. Even when you don’t weigh a super heavy amount, people still judge you. I can always feel eyes on me, and I get that feeling all the more when I know the weight on the scale is creeping upward.

I’m Dawn Melton, and I have a serious problem.

I love food.

Who doesn’t, though? Cookies and cakes and brownies… chocolate… but I can even mindlessly eat a ton of nuts and not think twice about it.

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