He still hasn’t come. He’s not wearing a condom; I’d feel it if he had.
It’s a bit late to complain. I’m on birth control for my periods, but this isn’t safe sex. Is Declan the kind of man who takes risks with women he doesn’t know? For some reason, I don’t think so.
Why he is with me, I’m not sure.
I relax the death grip on his neck. “You haven’t come.” The moment I utter the words, I feel guilty. Is that my fault?
He chuckles; a deep, satisfied sound that sends ripples through me, making me catch my breath. “No, my little hellcat. We’ve hardly started.”
What?
And ‘hellcat’?
“I’m not your hellcat,” I mutter.
“The scratches down my back beg to differ.”
I feel the flush that burns my cheeks, and bury my head in his neck again. I have no reply to that. “Haven’t juststarted,” I protest instead.
“And that, right there, tells me all I need to know about your past lovers.” He sounds amused until he doesn’t, the end of it dropping into a growl, like it personally offends him that I’ve been with another man. Or two.
I’m not going to apologize. It’s none of his damn business. The last one was years ago, anyway. Did hethink I was a virgin?
“And you’re different?” I say in challenge before I can think. That’s my attitude raising its head, despite him alreadyprovinghe’s different.
His answer is a push with his hips, his cock still deep inside me. It pulls a gasp from me, and that makes him chuckle again. “I like to think so. Maybe you can tell me when we’re done.” He shifts his weight, arching his back. “For now, I’ve had enough of this wall. You have a bed, right?”
“No, I sleep on the floor,” I sass him.
“Funny girl.” One hand leaves my ass then comes straight back with aslap, and I jump in surprise. The act rubs my body against his and presses my hips into him, and that feels amazing, even with the sting in my butt cheek. Or because of it?
Then his arm comes around my waist, holding me tightly to him, and he’s walking—carrying me, while he’s still inside me. How is he doing that?
It doesn’t last more than a few paces, his cock slipping free even though I tried to clench and keep it within me. He reaches my bed, lowering me gently down on my back, and after the wall, it’s a blissful comfort.
Declan moves between my thighs again, taking his still-hard cock in his hand and lining it up. I’m not sure I can take any more, but I don’t get a chance to protest before he’s sliding into me.
My traitorous body accepts him despite a hint of pain, an ache that promises I’ll be sore in the morning.
Yet this is so much better. He goes indeeper, fills me even more than before, and I can relax and open for him. I can’t believe how it feels to have him inside me. Every ridge of his cock presses into me, his girth stretches me, and I never want him to leave.
“You fit me like you were built for me,” he says through a jaw clenched with effort, and begins to move within me.
There’s no argument with that. I’ve never experienced sex like this, not even close. Then he leans down, captures my mouth with his, and kisses me.
Being kissed while he’s inside me makes everything a thousand times better. I inhale the taste of him, and his tongue pushes into my mouth. His beard scratches at my chin and lips, prickling deliciously. But it’s his cock that steals my focus, drawing out of me and pushing back in, and I lift my knees, rubbing my calves along his flanks, encouraging him as yetanotherorgasm begins to build.
“Omigod, Declan…” I’m not sure if he hears when it’s lost on a breath.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “Let me watch you come again.”
Fuck. Even hiswordsdrive me higher.
He slides one hand up over my breast, pausing to palm my nipple, then his hand runs higher. It closes around my throat, the pressure firm, neither too hard nor too soft, squeezing enough to let me know he has me.
Fear and want arrive together, inseparable, and Iabout come right then. Possessive, and I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I’m riding it in the moment. Intimate—sointimate—like he’s telling me my life is in his hands, even as he takes my body.
His grip on my neck pulls me against him as he fucks me harder than before, each thrust driving the breath from me. It’s brutal, it’s dirty, it’s exactly what I expected of him. Exactly what I wanted from him. His body is braced on his other arm, chest raised over mine, and I run my hands up over his pecs.
