Page 57 of The Forbidden Bodyguard

“You have me.” He cups the back of my hand, his gaze powerful as it locks with mine. “Choose me, and this is all over.”

My eyes drop.

I hear his sigh, as I do every time he’s asked me not to marry Tony, but it doesn’t stop him. Declan takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom.

His hands slide under my ass, and he picks me up and lays me down on the bed, his body following. “Focus on us. On this. On how we feel together.”

My eyes flicker closed as his finger glides across my decolletage and opens my top. The buttons popping free. Cool air brushes over my skin, and I gasp when his mouth covers my nipple through my bra.

Oh, I’m focused.

I arch a little and let out a moan.

Declan tugs up the fabric of my skirt and tugs my panties down like a professional, my ass lifting off the bed to assist. Because I’m as eager as he is.

When I feel his body moving away, I hear his zipper and open my eyes. I never want to miss seeing an inch of him. He’s simply a work of art with his olive skin, scattering of tattoos and ropes of muscle.

Locking onto his hard, thick cock with my gaze as he drops his pants and tears off shirt, I lick my lips.

“We’re doing this slowly,” he rasps.

We never go slow, not unless he’s torturing me, driving me to the edge of my orgasm.

“You don’t need to—”

“For me. I want to savor every inch of you, cement your body, your taste, your sounds to my memory. I never want to forget.”

Oh God.

A bubble of sadness pushes from deep within me, and I reach for him. “Declan.”

He comes to me, palm on each side of my head, his mouth kissing me, gently, yes, but with so much passion I can’t breathe. Then he grips my throat and I feel the head of his cock at my entrance.

Something has shifted. The softness of his eyes has turned somewhat feral, and that’s all the warning I get.

“Think of me. When he does this, close your eyes and think of me.”

The head of his cock slides in as I let out a guttural cry. My fingernails dig into his shoulders, wanting more, but hating him for his words.

Goddamn you, I don’t want to think about it.

“Remember how thick I am, how I fill your pussy and you suck me inside.” Declan pushes in further with a purposeful thrust.

“Don’t,” I cry attempting to turn my face away.

“It’s me you crave. Me that you want. Me you will remember, Stella. Tell me,” he growls, plunging deep and hard. “Tell me your tight pussy will only think of me.”

Oh, God. I hate him. I hate him for this. But at the same time, I need his anger and punishment for what I’m doing to us. To myself.

Arching into him, I take his mouth and show him my true feelings. That no man will ever make me feel like this and when I am alone and free to remember, it will always and only ever be him.

“Tell me.”

“I promise,” I say as his face falls into my neck and his thrusts speed up.

Tears slide down my cheeks as pleasure roars through my body, my sex taking all that I can from his glorious body. With every stroke, as his thighs press against me, stimulating me further, I don’t know if I want to sob or come.

I do both.