Page 80 of Resistant

I open my eyes, sinking into the bottomless blue eyes staring down at me. His eyes are burning, and I feel the heat from him lighting my own body on fire.

He slides his hands up my arms until his palms grasp mine and he holds me still. I see concern wash over his face, and I tip my hips upwards feeling the length of him sliding over where I need him most.

The heat returns, and I stare at him feeling no remorse, no shame, and no regrets as I return his stare. I clutch my fingers through his and squeeze his hands, a buzzing of desire flashing through my torso and settling between my thighs.

He rocks his hips against mine, the seams from his camo brushing against me ruthlessly and a whimper bubbles out from my throat.

The sound hangs in the air between us. His lips cover mine, softly and he moves against me again. I gasp into his mouth, and he releases my hands, sitting up on his knees and straddling my hips. He pulls his shirt over his head, still searing me with the lust burning in his eyes.

He stands and pulls down his pants, toeing them off and I moan as I feel his naked skin cover me and his hands return to mine gripping my fingers tightly.

“What are you feeling angel, besides lust? I can see that as plain as day on your face. Your lips are parted, your eyes are clouded over, and your breath is coming in heaping bursts out of your mouth. But I can see more. Tell me.”

My breath hitches and I panic for a moment because he can see my emotions and just as suddenly, I decide to let it go.

I want him to see what he makes me feel. I raise my head and kiss him. My lips are scorching his, and I can’t get enough of him, my teeth are scraping at his mouth, I bite his lip and lick it, soothing the pain.

His mouth moves against mine, matching my desire. When my head sinks back down to the mattress, his eyes continue to search mine, waiting for me to respond. I lick and nip at his neck, breaking eye contact so I can speak from my heart. I can’t look into his eyes to see his reaction to my words.

“I feel safe. I feel desired, and I feel owned, in the best possible way. And I feel like my heart will burst open and set me free if I would only allow it.”

His fingers curl around my throat and he kisses me until I feel the room spinning around us until I lose all the air in my lungs, until I want to combust all around him.

I’m desperately rubbing my pussy against him; I can feel the slickness all over my thighs and all over him. For a moment, I think I should feel shame for this physical manifestation of my feelings for him.

I let my inner bitch hurl the shame aside because she and I agree that we don’t care. We both want him in the most visceral ways. I open my thighs hooking my calf around his thigh.

He stares deeply into my eyes and thrusts inside my pussy hard. I whimper and watch as his eyes roll back and close and a deep groan stutters out from his chest. He opens his eyes as he moves slowly, splitting me in half and taking everything, I have to give.

“Angel, you let your heart burst baby, I’ll hold it together. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you. You are mine, and I won’t let you go.”

His growling words rush through me. My body responds of its own accord. The desire buzzing through my skin erupts into flames and I wrap my both legs around him, pulling him deeper into me.

I rip my hand free from his, and pull his head down to mine. My lips connect to his greedily. I hear myself whimpering, and my hips buck up into his.

He lets go and wraps his arms around my back his chest heavy on mine, his lips wreaking havoc on my body. Pinpricks of desire light everywhere and I tremble beneath him.

He groans and he thrusts himself into me harder and deeper. My voice is far away from my mind, but I hear the desperate noises escaping my throat. It’s like a switch inside me has flipped and suddenly I’m rocking against him faster and harder than he will allow.

My body locks up and I’m gasping against his lips, sweat covering my brow and trickling between my breasts. He slams into me once, twice, and I fall apart. I can feel my release slick between my thighs, and our bodies are squelching together, like feet splashing in puddles.

“Fuck, Angel. I’m not ready yet. Fuck.” Declan releases me, I feel his hands slide over my thighs and his mouth closes over my clit and I scream, my back arching off the bed.

He pulls me tightly to his mouth and sucks and laps at my center. He swallows, his jaw moving against my thigh.

He licks my clit hard, at a deliciously slow pace and I feel another orgasm crest through me. It rolls slowly through my body and leaves me trembling, my legs jerking, and tears roll down my face. I feel the vibration of his growls at my center. Declan continues to lick the come from my pussy and I shudder. He lets go of my thighs. I glance down and see his cock jutting out from his body, the tip is angry and wet, and I lick my lips. He thrusts into me again, his voice horse and gasping for breath.

“Fuck, Angel. The way you come, I want you riding my cock all day every day. Your pussy is so creamy, and I drank my fill like a starving man.”

He thrusts again, losing control as he fucks me hard, our bodies slapping together, the wet noises ringing loudly in the room.

“So wet for me, Angel. Jesus. I love the way you come. Come for me again.”

My body locks up again from the sultriness of his words. The orgasm rips silently through me, I’m gasping for air, and I feel my pussy clutching and pulling at his cock.

His fingers grasp my chin forcing me to look into his eyes as I fall apart. He growls and groans, his movements jerky as he thrusts into me. I watch his face and eyes as I struggle to keep control of my hips rocking against him. I feel the hot ropes of come inside me when he growls, his blue eyes burning into mine.

I push sweaty hair off his forehead as he rests his face in the hollow of my neck, his cock still pulsing inside me. Both of us are gasping for air and I feel sweat trickle down my hip.

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