Page 71 of Taken By the Fake Fiancé

“I want you to kiss me, Declan. I’ve been thinking about that night, it drives me crazy that we're so close yet so far apart. It’s…”

I close the little gap and press my lips firmly against hers. I watch as her face folds into a thoughtful frown and then she giggles.

“You feel so good. It’s almost like a dream,” she breathes, then flushes, probably embarrassed she’s said too much.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Felicity,” I praise as I trail my lips to her collarbone and suck on the pulsing muscle there on her neck. “And I’m not saying this because I’m about to bury my shaft so deep in your warmth. I mean it.”

I pull her shirt up and lower my head to taste one of her delectable nipples through her bra while working the clasp off. A low rumble reverberates from her throat as I suck, lick softly and bite gently. My fingers trace her skin. As she whimpers and arches her back, goosebumps rise on my skin and my shaft begs to be stroked by her channel.

I want to take it slow, study her body and seek out her sensitive spots so I can drive her to the brink repeatedly.

She’s warm, soft, and fakes nothing at all. Each sound she makes, every thrusting of her hips to meet mine excites me to no end. I hear her heave a deep sigh, that fuels my desire. I glide my lips downward, pushing her gently until her back meets the mattress. I go up again and kiss the nape of her neck, then cup her head and tilt it to the side, exposing her neck which is now flushed and scorching hot.

My heart races faster and faster and a maddening arousal spears through me.

“Tell me what you want, Baby.” I feel her nipples tighten even more as I return my attention to them. The shivering need goes up a notch, her soft palms capture my head, slowly. With tormenting ease, she pushes it down, then raises her hips and glances at me through hooded eyes.

“Please…” she says the word through gritted teeth and then hoists her right knee on my shoulder.

Without hesitation, I lower my head to nibble on her throbbing bundle of nerves, tweaking her nipples as my mouth strokes her clit, then slides across her labia.

Her fingers tug at my hair. Instead of pain, a nerve-jerking arousal slams into me and my eyes bulge at the impact.

“Don’t.”

“Why?”

“I want to watch you come apart in my mouth first.”

She shivers and arches her hips, then rocks her hips as my tongue plunges into her moist center.

Oh God!

I will never get enough of her. With an unsteady hand, I knead her breasts, push them together and pinch the sensitive bud simultaneously. Moving deliberately, I thrust in and out of her with my tongue, then swirl it around their luscious lips, teasing her to a near breaking point. And before she could see it coming, I pull back, sliding it over her perineum until she’s squirming and mumbling my name in a plea.

One of my hands slides downward, across her belly then tickles the dark patch of hairs on her mons. She yelps and sits up abruptly, gasping breathlessly. I smile and do it again, and again, until she’s writhing helplessly and begging to stop in one breath and to keep going in the next.

Arousal surges, rushing through me right down to my core.

“Can you feel how good this is? Hm.”

Without giving her the chance to respond, I plunge in a finger, my lips curl in a heart-stopping smile.

“Oh, yes! and yes!” She purrs with a slight jerk.

I can feel her release building up. She tries to clamp her hips like the first time, but I hold them widely apart and ram into her, over and again, until she stops writhing and falls on the bed with a soft thud.

After dinner, I walk up the stairs to the study to go over the documents Father had emailed me two hours ago. He’s handing over information about the company that’s been in his vault for years. According to him, he wants me to familiarize myself with every single detail that concerns the company and be fully prepared for the journey ahead.

Father and I have always been… close? I can’t label it because our relationship was always a bit rocky. Being an only child makes it even more daunting. However, the past few weeks have been great. We’ve created more memories together in a short period of time than we have in the past years.

I push the door open and make my way in. The reading lamp is on, but I need a brighter light, so I flip on the switch, bathing the room in blinding brightness.

My steps falter as a figure on the armchair becomes apparent.

“Felicity?” I am surprised she is sitting in the chair by the other side of the lamp.

She lifts her head. That’s when I see a book in her hand, resting on her lap.

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