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"Like what?" His tone is amused.
"All sprawled out in bed like a big lion that’s replete and has—"
"Fucked his mate?"
I blink, a blush crawling up my face.Madonna Mia, why does that sound so hot to me?
"Am I your mate, or is that the power of the anal speaking?"
He blinks, then throws his head back and roars with laughter. OMG, the sight of Declan Beauchamp, the hottest commodity in Hollywood, the alpha male every woman wants in her bed, guffawing aloud with laughter, with his features alight with mirth, and his massive shoulder muscles bunching, and his chiseled chest planes heaving as he laughs and laughs, is a sight I’ll carry around in my head forever.
"Umm, was it that funny?"
"It was on the head… of the butt plug, no less."
"Har, har," I deadpan.
"You’re a fucking delight, baby." He pulls me closer. "How did I survive all this time without you?"
"Very well, apparently, given your plan for world domination."
He scowls. "You make me sound like a Bond villain."
I raise a shoulder. "You did manage to play him well in your last movie."
"Touché." He cups my cheek. "Having you in my arms makes everything else pale in comparison."
"A-n-d, another confession." I place the back of my hand on his forehead. "You’re not running a temperature. It’s definitely the power of anal which has loosened your tongue."
I lower my hand, but he captures it and brings it to his mouth, kissing the ring on my finger.
"Your every hole has so much power over me, baby. Your every glance fells me. Your scent laces my dreams. The touch of your body is a yearning that pulses through my every waking moment. It’s your body, of course, which holds me captive. But it’s your ability to give, your wholeness, your willingness to try new things, your generosity of spirit, your artistic expression that comes through in your words, your voice that soars on the wings of angels… It’s all of you that entraps me… Willingly.”
Tears prick the backs of my eyes. My heart flutters in my chest like a caged dragonfly. "And now I realize why you’re so powerful on screen. When you tap into that part of you that connects to your emotions, it’s everything."
A teardrop rolls down my cheek. He dips his head and licks it off. "Sweet, always sweet. Everything about you is like nectar on my tongue."
"Now that’s an exaggeration," I scoff.
"Don’t believe me?"
I shake my head, then scream when he tosses me on my back and climbs in between my legs. He slides down until his head is poised over my melting core.
"Ready, baby?"
"F-f-for what?" I swallow.
"For your pretty pink pussy to be consumed by me?"
My core clenches. I’m not ashamed to say my arousal pitches through the roof. That tell-tale fire sparks low in my belly. I try to close my legs but end up pushing into the sides of his biceps, for he’s planted those broad shoulders between my knees.
"And if I say no?" I whisper.
"Oh, sorry; did that sound like a question?" His cold blue eyes spark, then he bends and licks me from puckered hole to slit, in one long, smooth swipe.
"Oh, god!" My eyes roll back in my head. I dig my fingers into his hair and tug. A growl rumbles from his mouth and across my pussy. My core shivers. I feel a fat trail of cum squeezes out from between my thighs. He licks it up, then begins to eat me out in earnest. He flattens his tongue up my pussy lips, again and again, then circles my clit. "Declan!" I scream.
Another rumble of sound emerges from him, this time, one of satisfaction and greed. So much greed. It chafes across my nerve endings, and my brain cells seem to melt. He hooks his arms under my knees, pulls me up, tilts me to the side, arranging me just so, and then he stabs his tongue inside my pussy. In-out-in. My entire body jolts. I writhe around, trying to pull away, then push up, trying to ride his tongue, wanting him to fill that emptiness that rolls about inside me, needing him to put me out of my misery, to quench this hunger that squirms inside of me.
