"Because this was supposed to be practice. Temporary. And now..." She grabs my shirt, pulling me closer. "Now, I can't stop thinking about you or wanting you. Even when I'm angry... when you're with her, all I want is this."
She kisses me, soft lips pressing on mine.
It's not like her other kisses that are tentative, exploratory, careful. This is desperation and jealousy and claim. Her mouth opens under mine, demanding, taking. Her hands fist in my hair, pulling almost painfully.
And I'm lost.
I back her against the marble column, one hand sliding up her thigh, bunching that devastating dress around her hips.
She gasps into my mouth as I hook her legs around mine, pulling her closer.
"Tell me you want this," I growl against her lips. "Tell me you want me."
"I want you," she says breathlessly. "Declan, I want you so badly."
My hand finds the edge of her underwear with its delicate lace soaked through. The discovery makes me groan.
"You're so wet for me."
"Please..."
I slide one finger inside her. She moans, head falling back against the marble. So tight and perfect. I add another finger, stretching her, preparing her, even though we shouldn't finish this here.
But I need to touch her. To feel her fall apart for me again. I need to remind her body who it belongs to.
"You're mine," I breathe against her neck, my finger working steadily. "Not King's or anyone else's. Mine."
"Yes," she gasps out.
"Grind against my hand," I command.
She obeys, chasing pleasure with single-minded focus.
"Faster," I say, holding her butt and turning it in a circular rhythm.
She catches the drifts and continues grinding. I stop, slowly dragging my fingers out. Her face scrunches up in confusion.
"Declan? Please..."
"Promise me you won't come until I tell you to."
She nods.
"Promise," I say again, waiting.
"I... I promise."
I plunge my fingers back in. She drags in a ragged breath, breathes out. I repeat the cycle a couple of times until she's begging me relentlessly.
"Please, Dec. Please."
Then I find that spot inside her that makes her vision go white, pressing hard while my thumb circles her clit. Her nails dig into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks, and the sharp pleasure-pain makes me increase the pace.
This is different from our first time. It's fast, demanding. Reminding her that what we have is raw and not to be displayed for others.
"Come for me," I command. "Right here. Right now."
Her body clamps down on my fingers, her mouth opening in a silent scream. I capture the sound with a kiss, swallowing her pleasure, feeling her shake apart in my arms.
