But before I fell over the edge, he gripped my hips and rolled us over so I was now on top, a surprised 'O' on my lips
"That's better," he grinned, his eyes glued to my tits. "Fuck, you have amazing tits."
I tried not to think about how they looked at this angle, in the bright light from the window. Declan squeezed a heavy breast with one hand, rolling my pebbled nipple between finger and thumb.
The delicious sensation had me grinding on him, chasing my pleasure. From the way he groaned, I wasn't the only one on the verge of coming. His hands found my hips again and this time, he took control, fucking me from below.
I braced myself on his chest and let him take control, each powerful thrust exactly what I needed to forget about my shitty life.
When I came again, harder than before, I made some embarrassing and unintelligible noises before collapsing in a boneless mess. Declan rolled us again and rutted into me likea possessed man. A minute later, he roared his pleasure as he emptied inside me in a hot gush.
"Thank you," I whispered, not sure what exactly I was thanking him for, but feeling like I ought to say something.
"No, princess, thankyoufor being so perfect."
46
Declan
"Are you hungry, princess?" I almost didn't recognize myself. I'd never spoken to a woman this way, apart from my sisters. Mostly, the women I spent time with irritated me when they made it clear they wanted more than a fuck. I'd long since stopped showing my bed partners any affection in case they got the impression I was in it for the long haul. We fucked, and they left. Or I did.
Verity lay wrapped in my arms, sated and perfect. My plan hadn't changed, but the timeline had. While she'd be safer in the US, I wasn't ready to let her go.
Not yet.
I needed a few more hours to satisfy whatever this obsession was. Perhaps that would be enough and then I could walk away, leaving her to get on with her life.
She stirred in my arms, grumbling softly, lips pouty and swollen. My balls ached at the feel of her soft breasts pressed against me, but I pushed my own needs aside. Verity needed to know this wasn't about me. The men in her past -soon to bedead men- had used and abused her. Taken advantage of her sweet nature.
"No." Dammit. She barely ate enough to sustain a hamster last night.
"Princess, you need to eat something," I cajoled, doing my best to keep my tone soft and non-threatening. Having frightened the shit out of her once already, I was keen not to provoke another meltdown.
Which reminded me, someone needed to tell Thea her sister would benefit from PTSD counseling. Verity had never talked about the shit she'd experienced while away from our protection, but something had obviously happened.
Maybe Saoirse could shed light on it, although I strongly suspected the asshole who'd been messaging her was involved. He was now on my to-do list.
She nestled deeper into my shoulder like a kitten seeking comfort.
"I'm not hungry," she repeated stubbornly.
"Well, I'm hungry, so I'm going to order food."
I dropped a kiss onto her forehead and eased out of bed. After sending a quick message to Ash ordering him to let the pilot know we wouldn't be flying until this late afternoon, I ordered a selection of pastries, eggs, bacon, fruit, and fresh coffee. I knew, like her sister, she had a sweet tooth, so breakfast pastries might tempt her.
The clothes she'd borrowed from me still lay on the living room floor. They'd have to do for the flight since she had nothing else here. The hotel had a small boutique in the lobby, but it mainly stocked swimwear. Hardly appropriate for a flight.
I really ought to have picked up some decent clothes for her, although I didn't dislike seeing her in my clothes. Knowing she smelled of me appealed to my baser instincts. The primal needto assert ownership over my woman, so other men knew not to touch her.
When I caught myself smiling like a territorial asshole, I quickly tempered my thoughts. What the fuck was wrong with me? I'd lost the plot somewhere between Ireland and Sicily. Maybe Verity wasn't the only one who needed counseling.
My phone lit up with Conal's name on the screen.
"Where the fuck are you?" I hissed in a low voice.
"Naples."
I fought to contain my temper. Did nobody listen to me these days? First Verity, and now my idiot brothers.Jesus fucking Christ. It wouldn't surprise me if Saoirse decided to join the fucking party.
