“My magic. I don't know if I can controlit.”
“I have you, Honey, right here. Right where you belong. On my cock.”
The dirty words wound me up and blurted out, “It’s so big.” Okay, so I was terrible at dirty talk but his smirk told me he didn't mind.
“Is it? You should check.”
The tip of him wept for me. It wouldn't fit to my entrance fast enough. This was stupid, crazy, perfect.
I panted. “You just–”
“I know this part.”
His thrust into me squelched a sound and a noise out of me that wasn't human.
“I didn't know it felt like this.” Declan's eyes went dreamy, one hand on my hip, the other petting down my chest. He wasn’t that far inside me at this angle, but he was rubbing just right against my front walls. Like the Goddess made us fit together. “Why aren’t people doing this all the time?”
At the moment, I couldn’t possibly tell him because this is all I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
“I love how your body yields to me. I’m going to sink so deep into this pretty cunt you're never going to leave this bed.”
My bed had only ever been for sleeping and sickness. I could get used to it being for pleasure. On my moan, I tried to take him deeper, working my hips against him. Kisses rained on my neck, my jaw, my shoulder, punctuated by the taste of wild dark cherries.
“Every day I wanted to drive so far inside you, all you’d be able to say is my name. Will you say it, Honey?”
“Declan,” I sighed.
I savored the flavor of rich chicken broth in my mouth. People underestimated how much it tasted like home.
“I'm just going to live here and you're going to come around me,” he said.
He pressed right down on my clit with the heel of his hand, stroking down on it as I fell to scattered pieces, sobbing in his arms, clawing at them like I was drowning.
Summer shaved ice slid down my throat in the ideal compliment to the heat Declan spread across my body. I clamped down on his shaft, as his powerful hips pushed it through my spasming channel.
None of this made a bit of fucking sense. He didn’t plow into me. His cock just sitting inside me shouldn’t have tipped off an orgasm.
“Yes. That’s it, my perfect girl. So good.” His crooning in that deep velvet voice made me boil over and I gushed all over his hand, something more worthy of one of his books than real life. I thought it was a joke that women did that but Declan’s dripping hand and my trembling muscles told the truth.
“You're going to get on your hands and knees. Rest your head on the pillows.”
“I can't. I can't move, Declan.”
“You can. Lift up.”
He did most of the lifting and rolling me overas he opened a cupboard in the wall and took out a towel and an oddly shaped pillow.
“What is that?” I asked as he patted me dry-ish.
“A wedge.” The black velvet triangle in his hands was about twice my width.
“I can see that, but what does it do?”
“It’s to help you stay at the right angle and is more comfortable than my hands on your ass, if less fun. Momma gave it to me.”
I blinked. “Stop, Declan. No.” I giggled, looking over my shoulder. He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed.
“That might sound bad, but you’ll thank her.”
