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"Please, please, Declan," I beseech him to take me to the edge and push me over so I can soar and fly and find that glimmer of brightness over the horizon that beckons to me. That calls to me. That— I gasp when he fondles the rosette between my butt cheeks, then moan when he slips his thumb inside, only to screech when he bites down on my clit. He tugs on the engorged nub, and sparks of sensation ricochet up my spine and flare behind my eyes. My orgasm sweeps up from my toes, swirls about my hips then roars over me. That’s when he pulls back and replaces his tongue with something bigger, more blunt, heavier, thicker… Everything I wanted.
"Look at me."
I raise my heavy eyelids, and his deep blue gaze instantly holds mine. He looks deeply into my eyes, and I swear, I come right then. The intensity with which he holds my gaze, the way he plants his elbows on either side of me, looming over me, bracketing me with his heat, pinning me to the bed with his cock, which throbs and extends and grows impossibly big inside me, turns me into a squirming, melting, liquefying mass of need.
It grows bigger in my belly, until it fills my chest, my throat, extends to my extremities. Until I’m one throbbing mass of sensations. And yet, he stays there, poised at the rim of my slit, holding me down with the sheer force of his presence. Then he propels his hips forward and slams into me in one smooth stroke. My entire body jolts, and my back curves. I thrust my breasts up, and he locks his lips around my nipple. He tugs on it, bites down on it, causing a thousand fires to arrow down to my clit.
Every part of me he touches seems calculated to rouse me even more, spiraling my need higher. He pulls out, then thrusts forward and into me with enough force that the headboard slams into the wall. I dig my heels into his back, throw my arms about his neck and hold him close enough that thebam-bam-bamof his heart mirrors the sped-up beats of mine.
He raises his head and holds my gaze again. His blue eyes deepen in color to the indigo that I associate with him. His features are flushed, his jaw tight. Sweat beads his gorgeous shoulders from the effort of fucking me. A physical reminder of just how hard he’s taking me, and that turns me on even more.
I squeeze my inner muscles, and his cock seems to push back. It thickens further, crowding against my inner walls. It’s as if we’re engaged in a silent struggle, the result of which will decide if I’ve been subsumed by him. And I don’t want to give in. If I do, I’ll lose the part of me I’ve held onto all my life. The part that kept me going all those years when my brother and mother insisted my future role was that of the dutiful Mafia wife. When I agree, on the face of it, appeared docile and unthreatening, only to write out my thoughts and my frustrations into words. The very words which are now recognized by the world.
They sensed who I was inside. A girl who yearned for approval. A woman who wanted to be everything for her man. Who'd satisfy him, while finding herself through him. Who'd hold the power, yet willingly hand it over when he commanded me to.
He must sense my internal struggle, for he slows. He pulls out, and this time, sinks inside me inch by inch, forcing me to feel every ridge, every pulsing vein that graces his cock. I want to… Need to let go and yet…
I can’t. I can’t.I yank on his hair, and his shoulders seem to grow larger. His jaw tics. His chest muscles swell. He grabs my arm and twists it over my head, then the other. He shackles my wrists with one large hand, then peers into my face and growls, "You’re going to come with me."
"No." I shake my head. "No, no, no."
"Yes, Rabbit."
He begins to pound into me. Slamming into me, pulling out, thrusting into me at just the right angle so his pelvic bone hits my clit. He slides his hand between us, circles the part where he’s joined with me. "You. Are. Going. To. Come."
"No," I pant, my resolve melting inside me. The hardness I gathered, somewhere along the way as a defense against what my family wanted from me, begins to melt. He’s not the only one who changed since that day we met on the beach. I had to. I just hadn’t realized it. Not until now. Not until the sweat slides down his temple, clings to his chin then plops down on my cheek. Not until he squeezes his finger inside my channel. I open my mouth to groan, but no sound comes out. The unbearable pressure of having his thick digit and even thicker cock inside me at the same time…is a kind of fullness I never imagined possible. He releases his hold on my wrists, then shoves his large palm under my butt, and when he slips it between my butt cheeks, I moan.Too much. Too full. Even more than when he’d fucked my back hole."Declan," I gasp.
"Come with me, baby. Come right now."
Holding my gaze, he pulls out, and this time, when he propels into me, he brushes my cervix, and I shatter. The climax sweeps through me. I’m aware of someone screaming; I know it’s me. But it’s as if I’m floating above my body, watching his shoulders pull back, then release, and again, as he buries himself inside me. Then, just like that, I’m back in my body. Shudders grip me. I slump into the bed as he continues to fuck me through the aftershocks. Then his gaze narrows, the blue of his irises dilating until there’s only a ring of indigo around the circumference, his big body shudders, and his features contort. He lowers his head, buries his teeth in my neck, and with a groan, empties himself inside me.
62
Declan
I taste the coppery taste of her blood and realize I’ve broken her skin. I lick it off, soothing the chafed area. Her body slumps, and when I take in her face, I realize she’s asleep. I lower my lips to hers, then kiss her closed eyelids.
A melting sensation fills my chest. My stomach feels like the bottom has dropped out of it. My knees tremble, and my ribcage hurts. It feels like I’ve run a marathon, when all I’ve done is fuck my Rabbit. I gaze at her sleeping figure, my dick nestled contentedly inside her. If I could, I’d crawl inside her skin and live there happily.
For the first time since I was diagnosed with emotional blunting, my mind feels calm. Not empty, but calm. And there’s a subtle difference. It’s more than post-coital glow, more than my balls feeling the aftereffects of having been drained, it’s… As if, for the first time in my life, I’m back in my skin.
I allow myself to gaze at her for a few seconds more, then pull out of her. A mixture of my cum and hers slips out. I didn’t use a condom… Again. And this time, it was the right hole. I push the mixture back inside her, then rub the rest of it into her inner thighs. She smells of me and that’s the way it should be. She belongs to me. My rabbit. My fiancée. My submissive. Mine.
I right myself, then spoon her from behind. She snuggles back, the curve of her arse pushing into my cock, which instantly thickens. I’ve fucked women before, but never been ready to go again so quickly. When it comes to her, I’m insatiable.
I lock my arm about her waist, tuck her head under my chin and hold her. For the first time since I asked her to come with me to LA, I am able to decipher my feelings for her. I want this relationship to be real. I want her to be my fiancée in every sense of the word. I want to teach her the pleasures of true submission. So far, she’s complied, but not without protest, and that won’t do. I need time to show her the absolute joy that comes with giving herself up to me. Today was a start.
The way she took me in both of her holes, the way she fell apart around my cock each time, the sheer peace that the Dom part of me finds in her pleasure cannot be replicated anywhere else. I recognize it. Now, all I need to do is convince her of it. I need to find a way to win back her trust after how I broke it. I need her to…
Come to me, in her own time. I need to give her space to pull apart what she feels for me. I need… her to need me. To give herself up fully to me. And she will. As we work on the movie together, I'm sure there will be occasions to show her just how good we are together. Meanwhile, I’ve bound her to me in the best way possible. Now, all I need to do is give her a chance to recognize how good we are together, too.
Her breathing evens out. I stay spooning her for a few minutes more. Bury my nose in her hair and inhale her scent. My eyes close. The curves of her body sink into mine. She sighs in her sleep and cuddles closer. Her butt pushes into my already lengthening cock, and that’s when I realize, I need to leave before I fuck her again.
I need to get back to work on the movie, need to ensure everything goes according to plan, that this relaunches her career and brings her the acclaim she deserves. Which, in itself, is a contradiction. I don’t want to share her with the world, yet I want her talent to shine. I want to hide her away and be the only person who can look at her; but I also want her to be recognized by her fans. It’s a conundrum that’s going to haunt me. I don’t know how I’m going to resolve it. But I can’t deny her this chance to reach the top of her game. I want it for myself, so how can I deny her from having it?
I slide my arm out from under her neck, then slide back and off the bed. She doesn’t stir. I watch her for a few seconds more. Her breathing deepens. I tuck the sheet up under her chin and around her, then turn and grab my clothes. Slipping into them, I grab my phone and head down the stairs. I step out onto the patio overlooking the infinity pool, and beyond, at the vastness of the ocean. For a few seconds, I enjoy the crash of the waves, the feel of the breeze on my lips. When your emotions are dead inside, it’s amazing how sensory perception can take over and give you a chance to feel… Just differently. I dial Cade’s number and am not surprised when he answers on the first ring.
"The team’s been assembled. They’re formulating a plan before going in," he says without preamble.
