“Oh . . . oh,” I moan out in ecstasy with every powerful thrust. I missed this man. I missed the way he touched me. Owned me. Possessed me. The way he set me free.
“You are fucking mine. No matter what you say. No matter who you fuck. You. Are. Mine.” He’s making a statement. He’s making it clear, and bold, and loud.
“Yes, I’m yours,” I agree, half removed from this earth.
“My mouth, my tongue, my pussy, my body.” He invades every part of me that he claims. The head of his cock hitting my spot so hard and precisely, I crumble to dust from the barbaric force.
“Yes, yes, all of that, yes.” I barely know what I’m saying, but I know whatever it is, it’s the truth. “You’re gonna make me come,” I gasp.
“Not yet. Not yet. I want more.” He continues to thrust long, hard, and deep, driving me crazy. Making me want and need and beg. Clutching my chin, he kisses me roughly, using his tongue to lick the inside of my mouth like a savage. It’s such a fucking turn-on, it catapults my pleasure into another dimension. “Declan, I can't stop it.” My voice is so high-pitched it could cut a hole in the glass window keeping us upright. I finally just let go and wave the white flag. I want to feel it. I want to come all over his cock, I want to ache with pleasure, throb with exhilaration, and die ten-thousand times from the furious ecstasy we create.
“Baby,” he groans, grabbing my ass and pushing in deeper, forcing himself on me, in me, and everywhere around me. “I love you.Ilove you,” he professes in that sexy-as-sin accent smack dab in the middle of my climax, and I'm left nearly crying. “You’re mine.Everythingis mine.” Declan suddenly stills, groaning like a beast, pinching my ass so hard I know it’s going to bruise. He pants so heavily through his aggressive release, it vibrates his cock throbbing inside me.
When it is all said and done, and the sexual smoke clears, we’re leftheaving for air, using one another’s depleted strength to stay vertical against the window.
“You have to go.” I try to push him away, when in reality all I want is to keep him close.
“I’ll go.” He kisses me and then kisses me some more.
“Declan, please,” I beg.“Go.”
He finally relents, pulling out of me and stepping back. “Fine.”
Fixing himself, the light through the window turns his eyes into a sparkling green blaze. Their intensity pinning me in place. “I don't want to leave you, but I will.”
“We’ll be together again, soon,” I promise. “Go to Vermont.”
Declan grudgingly nods. He doesn't like it, but it’s the only way. “Kiss Aisling for me.”
“I will, I do. Every night. She’s safe.”
“I miss her.” He’s so heart-heavy.
“She misses you, too.” I don't know if that is the right thing to tell him, but maybe if he knows, being apart will be a little bit easier to bear.
Declan picks up my hand before he goes and looks at the ring with a bitter expression. “Think of me when he fucks you.”
I pull my hand away and wrap my arms around myself. “I already do.”
Giving me one last, lingering kiss before he finally leaves, he picks up the gun he tossed on the bed and rolls the cart out the door.
I breathe easily for the first time since he stepped into the room.
Peeling myself off the window, I peer down at the park, wondering who was privy to the free peep show.
Wiping the window clean of our sexual smudges isn’t enough. I need to get rid of all the evidence.
I hate to do it, but I turn on the shower and wash Declan away. It’s too dangerous to have any remnants of him left on me. Ronan’s sense of smell is so keen, he can sniff out a dog bone in a cemetery filled with graves.
I mull over what I said. I haven’t told someone I loved them in a very long time. I also haven’t heard someone honestly tell me they love me either in equally as long. The last person was Levi, the night before he died.
I let the water trickle down my face and hide my tears. Today has been one of the most taxing days of my life. Ronan, Declan,my father.Too many agonizing memories stab me like a pincushion. Layers upon layers of suppressed emotion peel away, and a pain so deep it feels like it’s ripping out my intestines paralyzes me.
I slide down onto the shower floor, letting the boiling water beat over my naked body.
I cry out all the raw affliction before finally exhaling a deep, purifying breath . . . then I rally, remembering exactly who the fuck I am.
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