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“Declan,” I moan his name as the pleasure builds.

I hook my legs around him and dig my heels into his lower back, pulling him closer. He fucks me harder. It reminds me of the way he seemed when we first met. Strong and intimidating. He scared me. Now, the way he moves would be frightening if I didn’t know him. All his energy and focus are on me.

He rocks my hips into him with his hands, grinding us close together, and I throw my head back. Pleasure builds and builds and builds until I’m not seeing the ceiling of the wine cellar anymore. I’m not seeing much of anything. I’m just feeling him there, his muscular body between my thighs.

Declan changes something about the way he’s moving me, and the direct contact on my clit pushes me over the edge into a shaking orgasm.

“Good girl,” I hear him say. It sounds like he’s a million miles away, but it’s just that there’s so much pleasure. My heartbeat is so loud. “That’s it.”

He lets me ride it out, and then he’s leaning over me, one hand braced on the countertop so he can fuck me as hard as he wants to. All I can do in the post-orgasm haze is hold on to him. With my body hot and the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure as he fucks me harder and harder, my neck arches and I cry out my pleasure.

I bite Declan’s neck, then kiss the teeth marks, then lick my way up the side of his neck. When I reach his mouth, he kisses me with a grunt and comes hard, pinning me to him, letting the countertop balance the rest of my weight. Declan finishes with another shudder and presses another set of kisses to the side of my neck.

We both stay there for a minute, just breathing. Feeling the high slowly come back down together.

After he’s caught his breath, Declan lifts me down from the countertop and smooths my dress into place. He runs his fingers through my hair, setting it in place again. When he’s finished, his hands linger on my face. He looks into my eyes like he never wants to forget the color. I could never forget the color of his, no matter how long I lived. He murmurs, “You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” I say, hooking my finger into the collar of his shirt and tugging him in for a kiss. It’s another slow, sweet one, and I know at this moment that I’ll never be tired of kissing him. “I love you,” I say when he pulls back. “I love you so much, Declan.”

“I’ll love you forever,” he promises. Then he gives me one more kiss, straightens up, and takes my hand. “I will love you forever, Braelynn.”

“Forever,” I agree.

EPILOGUE

BRAELYNN

Three months later

I’m already in the office when Declan strides in, exuding nothing but confidence and power.My body tenses and I stir slightly, eager for what’s to come.

His suit is perfectly fitted to him, custom and expensive,but it’s the man underneath that gives them their appeal. He’s all muscle, but the fire in his eyes says that physical strength is only a small part of his command.

He closes the door behind him and his eyes rake over me. My heart races as I reach for the pen and then drop it;I go still as his eyes meet mine.

“Braelynn.” His voice is its own command.

“I—” I stand up, intending to say more, but he crosses the room and pushes me back against the desk.

Declan kisses me hard, letting all his raw power filter through the kiss. He nips at my bottom lip, drags his teeth over my jaw, and bites at my shoulder. He pushes up under my skirt and he brushes his knuckles over my panties.

So much of this moment reminds me of how we started.My heart races as his dark eyes pierce mine with an intensity that shows me he feels the same.Only now, I am his completely and he is mine.

“Over here.” Declan walks us over to the chair behind his desk and sits down. I’m more than willing to follow his lead and straddle him.I’m just as in need as he is.He’s undone his belt and zipper with a rough hand, then he shoves my panties aside. “Be a good little whore for me.”

With his hand gripping my hip and guiding me, I slide down onto him.My lips form a small “o” as he stretches and then fills me.

The sweet tinge of pain mixed with pleasure is everything I need and the heat engulfs my body.He lets me take my time at first, kissing along my neck.

“Harder,” he pulls back and orders.Our gazes meet as he aids me in riding him harder and faster.My breasts bounce harder than before.He pulls at my blouse and a button pops.With a firm tug, he pulls a cup down to release my breast.His lips are on my nipple instantly. He sucks and nips, adding to my pleasure.

I lift up and stroke down on him, my hands braced on his shoulders and my nails digging into the fine fabric as the waves of pleasure crash down on me unexpectedly.

“Declan,” I cry out his name as I come undone.

“Fuck yes,” he growls in the crook of my neck as he pounds into me harder, leaning me back against the desk as he stands up straighter, riding through my orgasm recklessly.He takes over and I can barely control my strangled cries of pleasure.

Our warm breath mingles as our heavy breathing only adds to the intensity and he kisses me.I know he’s close, and I can feel another impending orgasm as well.

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