"I've never been more sure of anything." She drags me back down. "I want to feelyou."
So I do. I slide into her, inch by inch, both of us gasping, and I stay there, buried deep, just looking at her.
I move slowly, twisting my hips, letting my cock slide deeper, watching every flicker across her face. She rakes her nails down my back hard enough to draw blood, and I welcome it.
I want the marks, I want everyone to see.
Looking down our bodies, I watch where we're joined. My thick cock is dragging out, slick and glistening with her juices,every vein straining before I drive back into her tight, soaking heat.
She's so wet I can hear it, that filthy slap of her pussy gripping me like she never wants me to leave.
"You feel so fucking good," I grit out. "Best thing I've ever felt.Mine."
"Yours," she gasps, and the word detonates something in my chest. "God, Declan, I'm close—"
I slide a hand between us, circling her clit.
"Good girl. Goodfuckinggirl. Let go."
"Ohhhhh…"
She clenches around me, crying out, her whole body arching, and the feeling of her pulsing around my cock drags me right over the edge with her.
I start to pull out. It's habit, instinct.
But her legs lock around my waist, pulling me deeper.
"Don't," she breathes against my ear, still grinding against my cock. "Stay. I want all of it."
And that's it. That's the end of me.
I bury myself and let go, groaning her name as I spill hot and heavy inside her, deeper than I've ever been, grinding through every pulse while she trembles beneath me.
I'm claiming her. Filling her.Minein a way I've never let myself want with anyone.
When it's over, I don't move. I can't. I just stay there, buried inside her, my forehead pressed to hers, both of us breathing hard in the dark.
Neither of us says anything.
Because we both know.
This was different.
I didn't pull out. I'venevernot pulled out. And from the way she's looking up at me, soft and stunned and a little terrified, she knows exactly what that means too.
I crossed a line I didn't even know I was guarding.
And with her, I'd do it again in a heartbeat.
"Hey," I murmur, brushing a damp strand of hair off her face. "You okay?"
"Yeah." Her voice is small, wondering. "It feels warm."
"Warm, huh?" I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, enjoying the sight of her laying there, thoroughly ravaged and enjoying every moment of it. "That's me. All of me. Right where I want to be."
She laughs, breathless and a little dazed. "It feels like a lot."
"It does?" I ease back, sliding down her body slow, kissing a path between her breasts, her stomach, lower. "Let me see what I did to you."
