Page 61 of Destined Lovers

I don’t answer. I can’t. He’s right. I’m so freaking turned on right now.

“You have no idea how much I love the idea of playing with you. We are going to have so much fun, Nora. You just wait,” he murmurs against my skin.

Declan’s hand lightly grazes up and down my side, teasing every inch of skin he can access. He moves down my front, letting his fingers trace around my belly button, then slides right through my sex, and I cry out in pleasure from his slight touch.

He pushes one leg wider to gain full access, holding it down and letting his thumb rub over the beauty mark on my inner thigh.

“I love exploring all the parts I’ve never gotten to see.”

My sex clenches at the feeling of his fingers on my skin so close to my privates. I attempt to move my leg to squeeze them together, but he holds it open, and I groan in frustration.

“Are you aching for it, Pip? Aching for my fingers to touch you here?” he says as he glides his thick fingers through my soaking wet center again.

Stop teasing! Ugh.

Slowly he pushes two fingers inside, and the sound of my arousal echoes through the room as he pumps me full of his fingers.

Something snaps inside of me. I grab his face, pulling it down so I can kiss him with all my might. Frantically I find his tongue, and our kiss turns desperate.

I feel unhinged, like a wild animal. I need all of him right now. I can’t wait another second.

Warmed up or not.

“Now, Declan,” I cry out in desperation.

“What do you want, Nora?” he murmurs against my swollen lips.

“You…all of you,” I breathe. He leans down, without breaking eye contact, and presses forward as the tip of his cock enters me but stops when he’s met with resistance.

An indescribably burn radiates through my body, and I scrunch up my eyes in pain.God, that hurts.

“Do. Not. Stop,” I utter through clenched teeth when he tries to pull out.

“Nora,” he croaks. I know hurting me is hurting him.

“It will hurt no matter what we do, so keep going, Dec. I need you to fill me up, baby,” I say through the pain, and I almost laugh that I need to comfort him at a time like this.

“Shite, you’re so tight, Nora. I don’t even know how the hell I’m fitting inside of you.”

I take his face in both hands and look up into his big beautiful dark eyes. “You’ll stretch me out real good. That’s how you’ll fit.”

His hips jut forward and push hard into me. Holy. Shite. My eyes widen in shock…in pain.

Why did I open my stupid mouth?

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Nora! You cannot talk to me like that. Are you kidding me?” he heaves, trying to catch his breath. “Oh god, are you okay?” he frantically presses kisses over my face. “Tell me.”

I cling to him and nod, needing a second before I can form any words.

Neither of us moves, and I finally speak when I feel the pain dull. “I’m fine,” I whisper. “I just needed a second.”

His face softens as he caresses my face. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Dec, I’m good. You can move.” I caress him back in encouragement.

Leaning over me, he places all his weight on his forearms, and his hips rock in and out in unhurried movements. Sooner than I thought, most of the pain starts to dissipate. Not all of it, but enough that I can begin to move my body to match his.

“Aye, that’s it, Pip,” he whispers through his ragged breath. “O-Oh, god,” he stammers and scrunches up his face in anguish.

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