Page 132 of Destined Lovers

“And then I think I finally am ready to show my art in a gallery. With my real name attached. Not Riley or Fiona. I want to finally show off Nora King.”

“Buckley, not King,” he mutters.

I lean my neck up and kiss his jaw. “Yes. Nora Buckley.”

I can’t freaking wait.

“I donate to a few small art museums; they all have connections with many galleries. I’m sure they can help.”

“You do?” What doesn’t Declan have his hand in?

“Aye, we should probably go over finances soon. So you know everything.”

“That sounds like the worst thing ever,” I moan, and he chuckles.

“I know what you’ll like better than that.” He tugs at my hair and runs his hands up and down my thigh.

“What?” I ask breathlessly. I do too, and it’s for his hand to go a little higher.

“Dessert.” He pushes me forward slightly so he can get up to grab it. Fine, he knows me well. Dessert does sound amazing.

He doesn’t let me feed myself. He cuts and serves me my cake, piece by piece. It’s a delicious honey cake.

As I said, he’s thought of everything.

Every time he leans in to feed me, he runs his hands up and down my legs. He licks the crumbs off my lips, and I try to part them for more. But he backs up.

So much restraint.

“You’re not going to have any?” I say before I take the last bite.

“I have my own special dessert.” His eyes turn molten and his breathing picks up. He looks and feels like I have the whole night.

“Will you share?” I purr.

“Oh, you’ll be sharing yourself with me, angel. Trust me.” He puts the plate down, and finally, he’s had enough.

He reaches forward, takes off my shirt and bra, leans me back on the cushions, and wordlessly unbuttons and takes off my bottoms.

I’m lying there completely open and naked for him, letting his gaze roam over my body. My nipples pebble at his stare, and his breath hitches.

The moonlight illuminates me so that he can see every inch, and I’m not hiding anything from him. This is all his.

He pulls over a small cup that he picks up and holds in his hand.

“What is that?” I whisper.

He doesn’t answer.

He leans down and smashes his lips to mine instead. Searing me with the most passionate kiss. My hands fly to his head, pulling at his hair with gusto.

Within an instant, our mouths open, and our tongues work against one another, exploring, utterly desperate for one another.

“Oh… oh. What is that?” He doesn’t answer. His eyes stay glued to mine while he moves down my body and licks the hotness off my nipple.

My eyes widen when I realize what he’s doing. “That’s warmed up honey, isn’t it?”

“It’s tasty.” He licks my whole breast, exploring every inch the honey dripped to, then makes it back to my nipple.

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