The devil inside me emerges. What would Ronan think if he knew I had the one woman who won’t give him the time of day like this? That she’s mine for the taking? It would drive him fucking mad. Homicidal, because he wants Fallon more than anything. Borderline obsesses over it. And all I had to do was look at her and she became mine. The bloated satisfaction elicits the most devious kind of excitement.
Lining the head of my hard-on up to Fallon’s slick entrance, I slide inside seamlessly like a sharp blade across glassy ice.
A long, drawn-out moan escapes from her as I grip her firmly in place, my cock buried in her deepest, warmest depth, throbbing with the force of a hammering heart.
It’s a carnal fucking oblivion.
“Jesus, move.” She tries to rock, but I subdue her. This is my dog-and-pony show, and I’ll run it how I see fit.
Leaning forward, resting one of my hands next to hers, I hiss in her ear, “Think you can handle it?”
She glares at me out of the corner of her eye. “Do you think you can?” she challenges, and something inside me flutters from her antagonistic game. She fucks with me for sport. Clearly garnering the same twisted delight as me.
“I guess we’re going to find out.” I rear back and slam into her, nearly bucking her across the bed. I keep her close, securing my hand around her neck, squeezing just tight enough to send her a message—that I am in fucking control.
That I am ready to let loose, and she is my willing victim.
I pound relentlessly into Fallon’s body. Driving as deep and as hard as I can. Our grunts and moans tangling together as the pressure builds to catastrophic proportions.
She reaches back and pulls my hair as my grip tightens on her neck.
I can’t remember the last time I was this savage or wild, or completely eclipsed. Fallon brings it out of me. No, she rips it out of me. Sets me free in some bewitching way, like a banshee.
“I want you to come.” I vibrate with the carnality of a wild bear. “I want you soaking wet while I’m buried deep inside you.”
“Keep fucking me and that’ll happen,” she heaves as our hips clash together. Just the prospect of her orgasm has me flying. Soaring straight toward the bold, bright, burning sun of release.
“Declan.”My name escapes her lips in an amplification of need, lust, and desire.
We’re both so close, both right there. And then it happens. The moment of impact. Fallon’s body stiffens as a crescendo of sighs morphs into a symphony of squeals. I lose my fucking mind in the feel of her hot heat flooding all around my cock. My eyes close involuntarily, and my instincts take over. I forget the man and embrace the savage beast. A burst of adrenaline rapidly fires through my veins, and all my vital organs pulsate and swell as I come with a devastating delusion as widespread as a New York City blackout.
I pump in and out of Fallon’s limp body, the aftershocks of our orgasms conducting pleasure between us. I uncurl my fingers from around her neck as I catch my breath. “Damn, woman.” I vacantly touch every inch of her I can. Her dewy back, her tender breasts, the curve of her delicious ass. Then I spank her. The smack ringing loud around the room.
“You motherfucker.” She jerks, but I push her onto her stomach before she can retaliate.
“That’s an accurate description.”
“I have come to notice,” she purrs, and it stirs something inside me.
“Just as long as we’re clear.” We get comfortable on the mattress, rolling onto our sides. I engulf her in my arms. She’s not all that big, at least not compared to me, so it’s easy to take advantage. At the moment, she doesn’t seem to mind.
“No disillusionment here.” She yawns.
“Am I boring you?”
“Not at all. You’re keeping your promise. It’s a refreshing change.” I hear the drowsiness in her voice.
“I like to be underestimated.” I press my lips to her shoulder blade, listening to her breaths become deeper and deeper until I know she’s asleep.
I lie there in the dark contemplating my next move. A smart man would disappear into the night and try his damnedest never to see her again. But I’m not a smart man. ’Cause I find myself closing my eyes, getting swept away by the soft sound of Fallon’s breathing like it’s the calming surf of a rolling sea.
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Fallon
“Where doyou think you’re sneaking away to?” Declan grabs my arm in the darkness. Fuck, busted. So much for slipping away quietly into the night.
“I need to go.”
