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I licked my lips, caught in the fine line between fear and anticipation. My skin buzzed as I met his stare, drowning in the depths of his eyes. The silence stretched on, each second ticking by like a countdown to an unknown fate.
And then, in a voice barely above a whisper, I said it.
“Yes.”
The word was out before I could swallow it back, a soft admittance of my hidden desires. I watched as his eyes darkened, the corner of his lips curving into a satisfied smirk.
“Good girl,” he said, a soft purr of approval that sent a rush of heat down my spine. The madness in his eyes flared brighter, yet there was an odd sense of relief there, too. As if he had been waiting, anticipating my submission.
With that one word, I had stepped into his world, a place where fear and desire walked hand in hand. I didn’t know what lay ahead, but I knew one thing for certain—there was no turning back now.
Still keeping his eyes locked with mine, Declan began to strip. He pulled his shirt over his head, the fabric catching for a moment on the stubble lining his jaw. The sight of his chest, broad and dusted with dark hair, sent a strange flutter through my stomach. His muscles were well defined, the lines of his body hard and unyielding.
I had expected him to be fit, but the sight of him bare-chested was still a surprise. Declan was built like a warrior, strong and powerful. There was an intimidating rawness about him, an undeniable masculinity that was both terrifying and oddly appealing.
He dropped his shirt onto the floor, not breaking eye contact. His penetrating stare was hungry, as if he were drinking in my reactions, feeding off my fear and curiosity. I could see a strange satisfaction in his eyes, like he enjoyed the way I was studying him.
Next, he unbuttoned his jeans, the sound of the material parting seeming deafening in the otherwise silent room. He pushed the jeans down his legs, revealing powerful thighs and a glimpse of his lower abdomen.
Declan kicked off his boots, then stepped out of his jeans, leaving him in nothing but a pair of dark boxer briefs. His body was an interplay of light and shadow, each muscle standing out in sharp relief. The sight was almost hypnotic, like a siren song that promised both satisfaction and pain.
The room was filled with a heavy tension, each second ticking by with the weight of a thousand unspoken words. There was a strange pull between us, a magnetism that I couldn’t deny. I was apprehensive, yes, but I was also drawn in by the enthralling promise of what could be.
Declan stood there for a moment, letting me take in the sight of him. Then he slowly started moving toward me, a predator closing in on his prey. His eyes were on me, watching every shift of emotion on my face, every hitch in my breath.
And I, regardless of the ropes, could do nothing but watch him approach, transfixed and anxious about what would come next.
He came to stand beside the bed, his body taut with anticipation. His eyes never left mine as he reached for his boxers and slowly began to slide them down. The fabric clung briefly to his hips before falling away, revealing the hard lines of his body beneath. His skin seemed to glow in the faint light of the room. His cock was hard and thick, long enough to make me part my lips in surprise.
I felt a strange ache deep in my core as I looked at him. He was beautiful but in a wild way that made me fear him even more. With one step forward, he brought himself close enough to touch me—and then he did something that I wasn’t expecting.
He leaned down and kissed me deeply on the lips, setting my whole body ablaze with ecstasy.
He continued to kiss me, moving slowly from my mouth to my throat and finally lower onto my chest. His lips were like velvet against my skin, soft and gentle yet filled with an undeniable passion. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he moved along my skin, the sheer strength of his presence overpowering me in the best possible way.
And then, finally, he got on top of me on the bed. My limbs were bound with rope, and I felt completely powerless beneath his touch. But at the same time, something inside of me was also warming with anticipation—this was exciting and dangerous all at once, a thrilling combination that had me trembling in eagerness for what would come next.
Declan continued his slow assault on my senses with featherlight kisses across my collarbone and shoulders before finally coming back up to meet my eyes again. His stare was hungry yet controlled at the same time. “Sweet, sweet Wildflower.”
The way he said those two words, like he was savoring each syllable, sent a shiver of bliss through me. I felt a strange spark of electricity between us, and in that moment, I knew that something inside me had shifted.
And then, finally, he moved between my legs and pushed himself inside me. His thrust was hard—almost violent—but at the same time incredibly satisfying. I gasped as delight radiated through me, pleasure that only increased with every stroke of his hips.
My whole body lit up with sensation as Declan plunged into me, each thrust making me full.
Fuller.
Full of him.
Full of release.
Full of control that didn’t belong to me.
Full of freedom to feel pleasure and not be responsible for it.
Every inch of him seemed to have been made just for me, fitting together in a perfect mixture of passion and desire. “No one will ever have you like this, Clover. Never again.”
His words were a whispered promise in my ear, and I clung to them as I felt the force of his movements increase. He started fucking harder, driving himself deep into me with every stroke. The RV rocked with each movement, and soon the sound of skin meeting skin was like a beat that seemed to take me higher and higher. It was bliss on the verge of pain, like he wanted to fuse all of his cells with my own.
