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His hands were on each side of her face now and slowly her eyes focused. His irises were black, his breaths ragged.
“I want to see you,” she breathed against his lips, and she thought she heard him sigh as she opened beneath him. His mouth was hot and she plundered it mercilessly. Her tongue danced along his warmth, and the taste of him was like no other.
Her hands fell to his shirt and she tugged at the fabric frantically. “I want to see you,” she said again, this time with a firmness that brought his head up. She felt the beast, her true nature, shifting beneath her skin and averted her gaze. Her fangs were itching to break skin but she concentrated and pushed them back.
She fell backward and rested on him. They stared at each other in silence and in that moment something changed. Ana didn’t know if she could put her finger on what it was exactly but she felt a connection that she’d never felt before.
Like she’d finally come home.
Carefully he pulled his shirt over his head, leaving bare the marred flesh beneath his left pectoral. The skin was a macabre design of precise scars. She swallowed thickly and looked into his eyes.
Ana knew they were from his time in Hell—he’d had half his soul taken from him. She moved forward and gently kissed each and every scar, her lips trailing along the rough edges. An ache formed in her heart for all that he’d been through. She wanted to make him forget even if it was for only this one moment.
Declan was breathing erratically and her hands fell to the waistband of his jeans. Carefully she undid the snap and he moved so that she could tug his pants down. She threw them to the floor and then allowed herself to gaze upon the most beautiful man in the world.
Shadows fell across his face, bands of darkness that left his mouth and chin open to her eyes. Rough stubble darkened his skin and she knew his beard was heavy. This was no boy before her, but a male in his prime. Declan’s shoulders were wide, his frame powerful, and yet he was built like an athlete, long-limbed, toned, and hard.
Her eyes moved lower, past impressive abs, and she followed the dark line of hair that pointed toward his straining cock. Her mouth went dry at the sight and she licked her lips as a groan escaped from him.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, and then his hands were on her shoulders as he pulled her against him roughly. Declan kissed her, long and hard, his tongue tasting every inch of her mouth. His hands were all over her body, running up her back until he buried them deep within her hair.
She could stay like this forever with only his body and warmth to blanket her skin.
His hardness was flush against her belly and her hand closed around the tip of his cock as he continued to kiss her. His passion bordered on fever and she knew if she let him, he’d eat her soul, claim her heart.
As she massaged the soft underside of his cock, he groaned into her mouth.
“Slow down, babe,” Declan said hoarsely. “I need for this to last longer than two minutes.”
Her clitoris began to throb and pulse once more. She gyrated against him, small whimpers falling from her throat. A fire burned inside her, hot and demanding, but it was the other, the darker sensation that scared her. It was the need to claim to him, to drink from him and make him hers.
Could she stop in time? Pain lanced across her gut and she shook her head. Ana broke the kiss and stared into his eyes, uncertain. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered.
Declan groaned. “Honey, the kinda hurt you’re doling out is exactly what I want.” His hands slid to her ass and he pressed his cock against her wetness. “What I’ve been dreaming about for years.”
“You don’t understand.” Her words ended with a strangled sound as his mouth closed once more around her nipple. He suckled, taking long, hard pulls from her, and each time he did, she felt a reaction deep within her womb. Ana’s breaths were coming fast and hard. “I feel like I’m coming apart,” she said hoarsely, “as if I have no control. It scares me.”
His fingers dug into her flesh. Declan shifted his body, and his eyes were piercing as he smiled at her. “Don’t worry.” He lifted her as if she were no more than a doll. “I have no problem taking control.” And then he thrust upward, pulling her down onto his hardness at the same time.
An animalistic sound fell from her lips. The feel of him inside her was unlike anything she’d imagined. Declan filled her completely, his long, powerful stroke bating the fire inside immediately. She looked at him in surprise. Sweat lined the ridges of his mouth and Ana bent forward, licking at him, grinding against him as she did so.
The fiery need that rippled inside was instant and her fangs broke skin as desire swept over her. All thoughts of consequence fled as her true nature rose to the surface.
She wanted him. In every way possible.
“Holy Christ but you feel sweet,” Declan whispered into her ear.
Her hands dug into his shoulders and she moved, letting his cock slide along her channel in slow, torturous strokes. He was large and each pass touched nerve endings with a friction that had her insides quaking. She groaned loudly as he increased the rhythm of his thrusts, each time going deeper until she didn’t think she could take it anymore.
They moved together for several long minutes. The only sound to break the silence was the soft moans she couldn’t hold back as he held her firm and moved her up and down. She tried to go faster but he wouldn’t let her. The need inside her was such that she began to whimper.
“Not yet, babe. I want this to last as long as we can make it.” His voice was terse, his breathing heavy. “I need this.”
Her nails had dug into his shoulders so hard that they’d drawn blood. The scent rose into the air and Ana hissed, closed her eyes. The smell of him, feel of him—the taste of him was too much. There was no way in hell she’d be able to hold back.
Panic set in and she tried to move away but Declan was strong. He growled loudly, slipped from inside her, and flipped her so that she was now beneath him.
He positioned himself between her legs and thrust into her once more. Ana screamed at the force of it and her legs wrapped around his hips. She closed her eyes as he thrust faster, harder, and the sounds of his flesh slapping against hers excited her like nothing before.
