Page 191 of Destined Lovers

Arms wrap around me, and I turn quickly into Declan’s chest, “Congratulations, Nora.” He mumbles into my hair, which he’s not stopped playing with for days, and never misses a chance to tell me how much he’s missed the red.

“Thank you for always being there for me and never giving up. Thank you for being you,” I squeeze him tight, and I get a glimpse at the back of the courtroom and gasp out loud.

Smiling, crying, and waving are Sadie, Wills, Annabelle, Jackson, Evelyn, Lola, and Marco.

My final resolve breaks, and I cry all my feelings into Declan's shirt.

“I told them not to come, but they all insisted that you don’t leave family in time of need and wanted to be here to support you.” He smiles lovingly at his mates.Our mates.

It’s official.

The next chapter in my life is already fecking amazing.

26

Nora

We’re leavingfor the plane in an hour. I should be packing, but I’m too relaxed in this hotel room to move. I could stay like this for days in my fluffy robe and slippers, lounging on the couch, I could stay like this for days.

Although it might have something to do with the bath sex, the balcony sex, the hard fucking we did in the middle of the night, and again this morning, where it almost broke me in two.

We started slow, devouring each other, but as the night and morning progressed, so did our desire for one another, and when we are both turned on like that, there is no stopping us.

I want it, and he wants it harder.

We’re a perfect match.

I still need to tell Declan about the baby. Whenever I try to say it, I stop myself and feel I want to save it for when we’re home in London. Even though the case is over, I think in my head I still associate being here with the last week, and that’s why I’m hesitant to tell him now. Though, it’s killing me keeping this secret. I want to scream it from the rooftops.

The floor creaks, and I look up to see Declan prowling in my direction, still naked and slightly glistening from our last session. His hard engorged dick is up, pressed against his stomach between the two fuck me lines that form that glorious V. The ones my tongue likes almost more than honey.

“How are you still hard?” I ask and watch as his cock jumps under my glare.

I sit up to get a better look and feel the moisture building in my core at the thought of him inside me again. I lick my lips at the idea, always ravenous for him, only I’m too sore.

His dark eyes dilate as he pushes me back on the couch, crawling over me like a starved animal. As if he hasn’t had me in every which way for the last twelve hours. He leans down and takes my bottom lip, sucking hard and biting as he releases.

I shutter from the instant desire he provokes, “I can’t. I’m too sore,” I whine, not even believing it with my own ears.

His eyes flare as his hand comes around my neck to pin me down, practically growling in my face. “Don’t ever tell me no, Nora. You’re a fecking vision laying out here like this with your red hair splayed out, calling for me.”

He crawls down, untying my robe and spreading my legs out wide, with little protest from me.

Holding my waist, he circles my hip dimples with his thumbs, leaning down to kiss each of them, then travels down to lick and kiss the beauty mark on my inner thigh.

He doesn’t tell me these are his favorite things about my body, but besides my hair, I know they are. Not my arse or tits: my freaking hip dimples and beauty mark.

He spreads my lips wide and examines me, completely fixed on my sex, “Pain might be my game, but you know I would never push you if you didn't want it, right?”

“Yes, of course. I trust you implicitly,” I breathe as his fingers run up and down my slit.

He scoots back, then leans over to swipe the tip of his tongue through me, “Dec,” I sigh.

“Good,” he mumbles around me, “Because I only came here to do this. I wanted to give you pleasure, no pain.”

His strong thick tongue licks bottom to top, over and over, never stopping. He’s on a mission.

When he’s like this, he can make me come within seconds.

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