Willow heard the wood crushing beneath his grip and sensed his waning control, but it didn’t frighten her. He believed himself a monster; she knew he wasn’t.
“Come here,” he commanded.
Willow smiled as she sauntered toward him. She’d never felt more sexy or alive in her life. When her legs brushed his knees, she knelt before him, undid the button of his jeans, and pulled down the zipper. Declan lifted his hips to let her slide the jeans down his legs.
When she got them past his hips, his cock rose to stand proudly in the air. Willow couldn’t tear her gaze away from the long, thick length of him. None of the men she’d been with were this large. She pulled the jeans down his calves and untied his boots as she battled her desire and apprehension.
Slipping his boots off, she tossed them aside before removing his socks and jeans. When she lifted her gaze to his, she saw the challenge in his silver eyes. Somehow, he sensed her confidence was waning. He’d let her walk away from this, and if she did, it would be the end.
He wasn’t a monster, but if she turned away, he’d always believe he was. She didn’t know how she knew this, but the truth of it vibrated to the center of her soul.
Rising higher on her knees, Willow glided her fingers along the insides of his thighs. His breath sucked in when they caressed his shaft. She kept her eyes on his for as long as she could while she bent over his cock. She ran her tongue across the head to lick away the precum already forming there.
More wood crushed beneath his fingers as Declan watched Willow’s head lower over him. Her mouth, tongue, and hand worked a magic that he’d foregone over these last centuries of his life.
But then, he’d never experienced this particular brand of magic before as no one had ever aroused him as much as Willow. When her tongue followed the thick vein of his shaft and her hand cupped his balls, Declan arched off the chair, and a tingle ran down his spine as he relished this exquisite torture.
Willow hadn’t considered it possible, but he grew harder and thicker, and she marveled at the way his body responded to her—the sounds he emitted, the rise of his hips, and the increased beat of his heart. He was on the brink of coming, but she wouldn’t let him go over without her.
Slowly removing her mouth from his dick, she gave it one final lick before releasing him and meeting his vivid red eyes. The change in color didn’t surprise her; her eyes probably matched his.
Rising, she kept her eyes on his as she settled herself in his lap again and draped her legs over the arms. She gasped when the thick head of his cock slid between her legs, and she moved her hips so it rubbed against her clit.
Declan watched as her mouth parted, her head tilted back, and her eyelids lowered to shadow her red eyes. She was gorgeous, and she was his. Though he was more than happy to let her use his body however she saw fit, he couldn’t take any more of this. Hehadto be inside her.
His hands tightened on her when she shifted her hips so she could take him partially into her before pulling away again. “Willow.”
The gravelly tone of his voice, those red eyes, and his fingers digging into her told her he couldn’t take much more. She couldn’t either.
Her fingers played with the hair at his nape while she held his gaze and drew him partially into her again. She stopped, hovering on the edge as she took him in. With his red eyes, stubble lining his cheek, and sweat beading his forehead, he was untamed and exquisite, andhers.
Willow bit her lip as she lowered herself further onto him. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, but it was a little uncomfortable as he stretched her. And then he was settled deep inside and a part of her.
She was struck by the overwhelming urge to cry. The last time she sat down and sobbed was when she learned of Doug’s death, but this was different. She’d cried for Doug because she’d loved him, and a part of her broke the day he died. With Declan, she wanted to sob because it felt so right. Being joined with him was like coming home after a long journey; it was right where she belonged.
Neither of them moved as they stared at each other. The red had faded from his eyes; they were that spectacular silver again as they ran over her face with an awe that only made her want to cry more. This beautiful, broken, proud man needed her, and she needed him.
Then her hands fell to his shirt, and she started to pull it off. She had to see and feel every inch of him as she claimed him as hers.
Declan released the arms of the chair, clasped her hands, and flattened them against his stomach. When Willow’s violet eyes lifted to his, he shook his head. He sensed her irritation, and though he longed to give her everything she needed from him, he wasn’t ready to reveal the worst parts of him yet—not today, not when it was supposed to be about the two of them. His past had no place here, and there would be no keeping it shut out if she saw.
“It stays on,” he said more gruffly than he anticipated.
Willow opened her mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes stilled her words. He hadn’t looked at all distressed by her touch until now. Whatever he was keeping from her, he would tell her when he was ready. Until then, she planned to enjoy every second of this day with him. It could very well be their last.
Pulling her hands free of his, she draped them around his shoulders. Holding his gaze, Willow rose until only his head remained inside her, and then she lowered herself over him again. A muscle twitched in his cheek, but he didn’t grasp her hips or push her faster as she rose over him again.
She continued her leisurely, teasing movements as Declan clasped her face in his palms and slid his fingers over her cheeks. Pulling her to him, he reclaimed her mouth and slid his tongue across her lips before nipping her bottom one.
“You know what you are, right?” he whispered against her mouth.
Willow’s eyes had closed, but they opened to discover his burning red eyes blazing into hers. He’d stiffened against her, and a muscle twitched in his cheek as he locked his jaw.
“You know what you are to me, don’t you?” he demanded.
“I do,” Willow breathed.
He held her gaze as he brushed back the strands of her hair to reveal the slender curve of her neck. Beneath his palm, her heart pounded like a drum; the musical beat of it lured him forth. He kissed her neck and ran his tongue over her flesh before scraping his fangs over her skin.
