“I’d love nothing more than to give you every last thing on your wish list.”
I blink, brows furrowing. “Then?—”
“I don’t have a condom.” His voice drops. “I wasn’t exactly expecting to spend the night fucking a gorgeous, insatiable woman while in town on business.”
That piece of information endears me to him a little more. Like I surprised him as much as he’s surprised me.
“I’m on birth control. And it’s been a while since I’ve done this sort of thing.”
“Same for me. I’ll still pull out to be safe, if that’s okay.”
“Okay,” I exhale.
“Okay.” He covers my mouth with his, his tongue tangling with mine in a too-short kiss. When his eyes meet mine once more, they’re heated.
Feral.
“Now tell me again to fuck you.”
“Declan…” I rake my fingers through his hair and lean into the crook of his neck, nibbling on his earlobe. “I want you to fuck me.”
An animalistic growl rips through the room as he straightens, pushing my legs wide and bringing his erection up to me. Then, with one brutal thrust, he’s inside me.
I scream. Loud. Unfiltered. My body arches off the bed as he buries himself deep, his cock thick and unforgiving.
“Good girl,” he snarls, grinding deeper, his breath hot against my cheek. “Taking every inch of my cock like the needy girl you are.”
I don’t know how he does it, but he says exactly what I want to hear. What Ineedto hear.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, every nerve ending inside me lighting up. I want more.
I wanteverything.
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, locking me in place. Then he fucks me. Not tenderly. Not sweetly.
Ruthlessly. Possessively. Completely.
“Is this what you wanted?” he rasps. “To be used like this? Fucked until you can’t think straight?”
“Yes,” I moan. “More. Please.”
He releases my wrists only to wrap his hand around my throat. Not enough to cut off air. Just enough to let me know he’s in control. That I’m his to command. His to ruin.
Then he bites me. Hard. First on the side of my neck, then lower, right above my breast. The pain only sharpens everything. My legs wrap tighter around him.
I need him deeper. Harder. I need to be filled and claimed and completely undone.
When he pulls out, I whimper, ready to beg, but his voice goes dark and rough.
“Hands and knees.”
I scramble into position, my legs shaking, mind whirling.
He slams into me from behind, one hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back as his other hand smacks my ass. The crack echoes through the room. My walls clench in response.
“Say you’re mine,” he snarls.
“I…” I trail off, struggling to catch my breath.
