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“I don’t need all that, Declan,” my voice holds vulnerable truth as the last wall I’ve been trying to keep between us starts to crumble.
This man is going to ruin me. But isn’t that fitting? Considering I was sent to him like a ticking bomb to find his weakness so he could be turned to rubble, it seems only fair he would destroy me first.
“Exquisite,” he groans, his eyes locked on my tits like he’s looking at a priceless painting in a museum.
I can feel the heat of my blush as it slides up my skin. I want to squirm. I want to hide. I don’t, I force myself to feel, to be right here with him, to absorb it all.
If this is the only chance I get, then I’m going to take it and not be sorry.
Watching Declan stand and start to strip out of his clothes, while I lay before him with only a little lace preventing me from being naked, is beyond sexy. Every button he undoes, every millimeter of skin exposed, has fireworks rocking through my body. He’s sexier than any man has the right to be.
When his dress shirt falls to the ground, his skin is on display, unblemished and all mine. He holds his arms out to the side and then turns slowly as if he wants me to see all of him. My breath catches in my throat when I see the large tattoo on his back. It’s Celtic knots flowing down into a tree of life that encompasses most of his back.
My hand flies to the pendant around my neck, words lodged in my throat because it’s all hitting a little too close to my heart. When he turns again, our eyes clash, knowing and understanding there. The way he looks at me is almost enough to have my secrets tripping over my lips.
Our gazes stay locked when his hands reach for his pants, undoes them, and pushes them down over his hips along with his boxer briefs. It’s almost a shame because a man in boxer briefs? Is there anything fucking hotter?
He kicks his feet a little and then he’s standing gloriously naked in front of me, his thick length strained and looking painful. Pre-cum dribbles from the tip and I lick my lips, wanting to taste him on my tongue.
“There’s plenty of time for me to shove my cock down your perfect throat,mo rós beag,” his voice is rough, “but not before I bury myself in your cunt.” I arch my back, his words stroking against my skin, and making my body fizzle. “Oh yes, you like that idea, knowing I’m going to absolutely wreck you as I mold your body to take only my cock for the rest of your life.”
Fuck. That should not be hot.
Declan leans over me, his eyes alight with promises and retribution. I swallow hard as I feel his hands grip and tug, the sound of the lace ripping and the give of it against my skin making me mewl in pleasure. So much fucking strength.
He could crush me.
Or he could make me feel like I’m laying in a field of clover on the sunniest of days.
“Declan,” I plead, my voice bordering on a whine with the amount of need thrumming through me, “please. I need you inside me. Please,” I whisper.
“Love the way you beg,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down the back of my legs until they wrap around the back of my knees. He pushes my legs up until I’m almost folded in half, my pussy on display for him in a way that should make me want to run. It doesn’t. “But I’ll always give you what you want and need, Roisin. I just ask one thing in return.”
“Anything.” The word slips from my lips without me thinking about it.
I shouldn’t give him that much power, but it’s the truth. I will give this man anything. He’s already told me I’m his. I’m powerless to deny it.
The thing about being his, though, is I suspect he’s mine with the same kind of fervor.
“All of you.” He positions himself on the edge of the bed, using his grip to push my body closer to the middle and make room for himself. His thick length slides between my pussy lips, his position perfect to torture me with pleasure, but it’s not nearly enough. “Everything,” he snarls.
Tears well up in my eyes, knowing he sees too much, knowing he’s already aware I have secrets. But there is only one answer I can give him.
Because the fire in my belly is too much. Because my need for him overwhelms the fear of my father. Because from the moment I saw him, I knew I was helpless.
“Yes,” the word becomes a strangled scream on my lips as he fills me with his thick cock with one, hard thrust.
He steals my breath. He steals my past, obliterating it so there is only the present and the future. He steals my doubts and my fears.
All of it is replaced with one thing. Him.
Declan doesn’t give me the chance to stretch around him. From the feral look in his eyes, he can’t. His own need is pushing him. He’s powerless.
And so am I.
His strokes are brutal as he starts to move. Fast and hard and sharp. Every snap of his hips reverberates through my entire body. His bruising grip on the back of my knees is biting, but it grounds me.
I reach up and wrap my fingers around his wrists, needing more of a connection, needing the heat of his skin. Needing it all.
