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GOD IN HEAVEN, I shouldn’t be doing this, but even an asteroid couldn’t stop me.
Every inch of Declan is hard—every inch—and I can’t get enough of him. He kisses like the devil, and if I died right now, I swear I’d be the happiest woman alive.
Actually, scrap that, I want to live at least until he’s made love to me twice four times.
Surely, a girl who is about to marry a monster can be selfish. If this is the last time I get to be with a man I desire to save my father’s life, then I’m taking it.
I want him to consume me and make me forget everything.
Declan scoops me up and carries me into the living room. He places me down on the sofa, following so our mouths barely part.
God, he’s gorgeous.
“Tell me to leave,” he says, nipping at my lips, sex rich in his eyes.
“No,” I reply softly, my voice raw.
“Then you’ll be okay with me doing this.” He tugs down my sleep shorts and tosses them away, all with one hand while looking deep into my eyes.
“Yes,” I rasp as his knee spreads my legs, and he kisses me again passionately.
“And this.” Two fingers glide through my wet pussy and I arch, crying out.
“Declan...”
“And this...” One of them breaches my entrance, startling my body in glorious ways.
Then it’s gone.
“Oh god. Do it again.”
My eyes fly open when he doesn’t, to find him piercing me with his own.
“I want all of you.”
“You have me.”
“I don’t think you know what that means, but for now, I’m taking your body.” Then he disappears between my legs, and I scream as his mouth consumes my sex.
Gripping my hips, Declan licks at my clit repeatedly, almost driving a fast, hard orgasm from me. It’s only when he moves around my folds that I continue on the rollercoaster of pleasure he’s taking me on.
As he slides two fingers inside me and feasts, I grip my breasts, pushing my sweatshirt up, and moan.
“Holy hell.”
“Fuck, you’re beautiful and soaked.”
“Oh, God. Oh yes, yes.” I moan some more, never wanting this to end.
“You taste like sin in the best possible way.”