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“Sure,” I mumble, taking another slow sip from the scorching liquid.
“It would be good to make our first move on my father this weekend,” he declares, going to sit on the sectional. His movements attract my eyes to his backside, watching his bareback ripple with each step. Shaking my head slightly, I stare into the steam in my cup.
“Good. The sooner the bastard is dead, the sooner things can move on. I’m tired of living in fear and the constant hiding.” My words come out angrier than I intend, but I also don’t care. Rian deserves to die by my hand.
“The sooner you can come home,” he tries to correct. The hope in his voice pulls on my heartstrings, putting more space in the black void. Averting my eyes from him, I finish the coffee, and place the empty mug in the sink.
It’s not that Idon’tplan on coming home. I just can’t bring myself to hope for something that may not happen. Something that feels more like a dream than a reality. The shock from yesterday is still evident in my thinking today. After everything that’s happened, my outlook on things has drastically changed from ‘glass half full’ to ‘glass half empty’.
“Yeah… the sooner I can come home,” I agree, finally finding my voice as I plop beside him. “What do you have planned for today?”
“Nothing, I’m staying here,” he replies with a bright smile that makes my heart stop. My emotions also seize in my throat.
“You don’t have to do that,” I rush out, glancing back at him nervously. “I’ve been alone for the last nine months, I promise I can handle a few more days.”
“I have no doubt that you would be perfectly fine without me. I want to spend time with you right now before I have to stay away for a while again,” he murmurs as he places a hand on my thigh.
Silently, I nod and rest my hand over his reassuringly. Unfortunately, he’s right. With the uncertainty that lies ahead, spending as much time as possible wrapped in his arms doesn’t sound so bad. Being able to forget the world around us that seems to crumble every time we’re together seems like an amazing idea.
A small smile creeps onto my face as I lace our fingers together, squeezing. Declan leans over, kissing my cheek with his own smirk. “Do you want to watch a movie? Play cards?” He asks, leaning back onto the couch.
“Let’s just watch a movie?” I suggest, grabbing the remote from the coffee table before settling into his embrace. He shifts slightly to better accommodate our position, letting me melt into his body. Feeling soft brushes from his fingers in my hair have me wanting to fall asleep right here and now.
Focusing back on the TV and flipping through the options, we decide on a comedy. Just what I need to reset my emotions from the last few days and something that makes us both laugh should do the trick. As the movie plays, Declan laughs at different parts and I find myself paying more attention to him rather than the movie. I missed his laugh, but I missedhimmore than anything. His presence is something that I can never regret. We have our fights, sure, but his ability to make my mind quiet while we are together could never be forgotten. I watch the curve of his jaw into his throat, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each noise he makes, every swallow he takes. I watch as his cheeks crease by his nose when he laughs, making him look younger yet mature all at the same time.
Noticing that I was definitely staring at him, he raises an eyebrow. “What?” He asks curiously, his eyes alight with mischief.
“Nothing.” I look away from him and back to the TV, a light blush dusting my cheeks.
“No, it’s something.” Smirking, he pushes as he grabs the remote and pauses the movie. “Out with it, Natalia.”
“I was just thinking about how much I missed you,” I finally admit, looking up at him with thawing hesitation. “I was just remembering how much I missed your smile, your laugh, the crinkle in your nose when you think something is funny, everything about you. No matter our issues, we were able to talk it out or work it out some other way… the last nine months were awful without having you near me. Even knowing that you’d be there, I couldn’t put you in danger like that. But, I just…I don’t want to go back to life without you,” I whisper. I hear his breath catch in his throat at my words, repeating the same line he said when he proposed all that time ago.
He smiles again as he leans down, kissing me gently before resting his forehead against mine. My trembling hand snakes around to the nape of his neck and pulls his head back to mine, kissing him deeply. Pulling away, he turns my body, laying me flat on the couch.
As he hovers over me, his knee nudges my legs apart, giving entrance to his large build. He settles between my thighs, his body pressed against mine, covered erection digging into my clothed core. Holding himself up with one hand, he guides his other under my shirt. Goosebumps rise along the path of his fingertips as they dance up my body. His nails scrape along my skin, mixing a sting of pain with a ton of pleasure. Tiny gasps are sucked through my teeth in pure heaven.
Cupping my breast, he leans down kissing my neck. A quiet moan falls from my lips as he rolls my nipple between his long, calloused fingers. I feel my core clamp down on nothing but air, saddened and turned on all at the same time. Tugging on the taut perks, he pinches one harshly, eliciting another cry from me. He immediately soothes the ache with gentle touches, before repeating the process once more. I know he is getting exactly what he wants from my body by the smirk that tugs on his lips. With one last flick, he sits back on his knees and pulls at the waistband of my shorts.
“Off,” he commands deeply, and I don’t hesitate to lift my hips off the couch, allowing him to pull them off in one swift motion. “Shirt too,” he adds, maneuvering to take his sweatpants off. I watch as his thick member bobs free from its confines, achingly hard and practically begging to be buried within me. I admire the way he is sitting back, body full of deadly muscle all on display just for me.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth before leaning up and pulling the shirt over my head. The shirt goes with the rest of the clothing, tossed into a heap on the floor. I watch as his face glows with delight, starting from my calves and drinking the sight of me. My first initial instinct is to cover myself, but there is no way that Declan is thinking anything but positive about my body. I see the longing, lust, and transparent desire for me in his eyes. His shaft stands at attention, fully on display for me. It glistens at the tip with a sliver of precum, yearning to have him fuck my mouth again. He finishes his journey where he captures my gaze with his, locking me in tightly.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as he leans down, kissing from my lips to my hip. His tongue slides along my flesh causing my breath to hitch as it slips between my already wet pussy lips. Using his thumbs, he spreads me wide open for him to see. He stares at it for much longer than I’m used to, before a low grunt escapes him. He shoots a wink up to me before diving head first.
I jump slightly at the sensation of his tongue against my swollen clit. He chuckles against me, causing that sweet vibration to travel through my spine. His hands trail from my pussy to my thighs before one makes its way back down, teasing my hole. As his single finger easily glides inside, my back arches off the cushion. Without trying, he hits the spot that gains the most reactions.
“I love how responsive your body is to my touch,mo ghrá.” His voice drips with lust as he returns to his task. Sucking lightly on my clit before flicking his tongue back and forth, the gentle pressure causes me to reach down with my hands, grip his hair, then press my pussy impossibly closer to his mouth. Gently popping off my clit, he watches my reaction as he slips another finger inside of me, picking up the pace. He pounds into me with no mercy, doing his best to get me into a wet, panting mess under him. Taking my clit into his mouth, he alternates between sucking and flicking his tongue, doing whatever gets the most noise from my body.
“God, yes,” I pant, tugging harder on his hair. “Don’t stop!”
A whole new rush of ecstasy rushes to my core as he adds a third finger, curling them against my g-spot. As he pumps them in and out of my pussy at a steady pace, my orgasm quickly builds. He hits my spot over and over again. I squirm trying to both get away and get more friction, rubbing my pussy into his face while also retreating away from his assault on my senses.
“Does my beautiful, stubborn wife like her pussy eaten? Roughly fucked by just a few knuckles to the point of cumming all over her willing husband’s face?” Coherent words slip from my mind at the dirty words. Just when I’m about to tip over the edge, he removes his fingers and sits up. Reaching down he grabs my hand and pulls me up to him, a deadly smirk cast on his features.
“Why the fuck did you stop?” I grit out, the frustration evident in my voice.
“I’ve told you before,mo ghrá. Words.” He raises an eyebrow as realization crosses my face.
