When we finally break apart, both of us are breathing hard.
I rest my forehead against his chest. “Hi,” I manage, voice barely there.
He laughs under his breath, low and rough. “Hi.”
It’s all soft gasps and small laughs between us as we move down the hall, bumping shoulders and forgetting how to breathe.
Inside his room, his blue eyes lock onto mine, steady and intense. No hesitation.
Just a raw, unspoken understanding that passes between us.
He carefully presses me against the wall, and I tilt my head back, exposing my neck. He leans in, his breath warm against my skin. His lips trail down, slow and deliberate, leaving a path of fire in their wake.
Each kiss makes my skin tingle and my pulse quicken.
“I want you, Charlie,” he murmurs, his voice rough as his hands slide down to grip my hips. He pulls me tighter against him, and I feel how hard he is. My breath hitches, and I moan softly, my hands tangling in his dark hair.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he says, and his mouth covers mine again. My body arches into his, desperate for more.
He breaks the kiss, his hands moving to the bottom of my shirt. He pulls back just long enough to lift my shirt over my head,never taking his eyes off mine. He unclasps my bra, and it instantly joins my shirt on the floor.
He wastes no time, his mouth latching onto a nipple. He sucks and teases it, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing just enough to make me squirm against him.
His hands slide down to the waistband of my leggings, pulling them down my legs. I step out of them, left in nothing but my panties. His gaze rakes over me, and I feel both vulnerable and powerful.
He steps back, tugging off his own shirt to reveal his muscular chest. My eyes trace the lines of his body, the way his abs flex as he moves closer again.
He presses me back onto the bed, the cool sheets contrasting with the heat of his body. His hands roam over me, touching every inch of skin.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding my panties down my legs. I kick them off, my breath coming in short gasps as he kneels between my thighs.
“You’re so wet for me,” he growls, his fingers teasing my folds, circling my clit before slipping inside me. I arch my back, moaning his name as his finger moves inside me, slow and deep, his thumb pressing against my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pressure and release, and I feel my walls clench around his fingers.
“Declan, please, I need you,” I moan.
He stands and unbuckles his belt. His pants fall to the floor and my body tingles in anticipation and desire.
He doesn’t hesitate, positioning himself at my entrance before thrusting inside me in one smooth motion. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fills me completely.
“Tell me to slow down,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“Don’t,” I breathe.
His hips snap forward, pounding into me relentlessly. The bed creaks beneath the rhythm of our bodies. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, building and building.
I wrap my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts, clenching around him as pleasure builds inside me.
“Declan, I’m close,” I pant, my voice shaky.
His forehead drops to mine. “Let me feel it.”
His words push me over the edge. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, tearing a scream from my lips. I tremble, my body convulsing under him. He follows moments later, his thrusts slowing, his breath ragged against my neck.
He collapses on top of me, his weight comforting, his heart pounding against mine. I run my fingers through his hair, my mind still reeling from the intensity.
“That was—” I start, but he cuts me off with a soft kiss.
“Not done yet,” he murmurs, his lips brushing mine.
