Page 207 of Destined Lovers

“It was the only thing that kept me from complete solitude. I needed to believe you were still alive and that you would come home one day so I could give them to you.” His voice full of emotion.

My poor man.

“Right now though, right now, I need you. I need my wife.” He shakes his head in disbelief.

Husband and wife.Mammy and Daddy.

Oh.

“You can be my daddy tonight,” I whisper and throw my leg over his hip.

Declan cringes, “Too far with that dirty mouth.”

“Not into the daddy kink?” I smile and giggle.

He lifts my leg, looking down between us, as he runs himself against me.

“Definitely not,” he deadpans.

I wiggle my eyebrows. “We’ll see.”

He reaches around and playfully smacks my arse. “We won’t,” he says with finality.

I’ll be changing his mind next week.

He slowly enters me, and my mouth opens in pleasure.

“That’s my favorite sound in the whole world,” he murmurs.

I look up. “What is?” I ask breathlessly as he picks up his speed.

“Your gasp when I first enter you. It sends shivers down my spine every time—I could listen to it on repeat.”

“Mmm, I like that. I like this… it feels amazing, Dec.”

He ensures my leg is around him tight, then holds my face in his as his hips keep a steady rhythm. “This is it, angel. This euphoric feeling is what separates us from most. They will never have a love like ours. They will never feel this feeling of pure love. We’re lucky enough to have it for the rest of time. Nothing will ever come between us again.”

I open my mouth to get the words out, but I’m speechless.

This feels so good. I swivel my hips to match his pace as he holds me still, wanting it to last.

My soft, romantic man is here tonight.

“I’ve been reading,” I whisper, and his eyes widen in surprise. “I read…sometimes.” I pinch his nipple, and he chuckles.

“What did you read, Nora?”

I trace over his tattoo. “A passage from Emma, by Jane Austen.”

“You read Emma?” he asks, calling me on my lie.

“Fine, I read it on someone’s mood board. But that’s beside the point. You’re ruining it.”

He smiles and kisses my lips. “Go on, Pip.” He slows his pace so that he can give me his undivided attention.

As much as I want a release, I love it like this too. Every way with him is perfection. We can go on forever, just attached, never separating, lost in our love.

“When I read the quote, it was as if I was reading a line about you and me. Nothing until these words have hit home as they did.” Declan’s love language is words of affirmation, and I finally found something to share with him.

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