But he stops long enough to capture my wrists in his hands, pressing them to the bed above my head. Then he holds them pinned with one hand, his other returning to my throat.
“Now I’ve got you, my little hellcat.”
Declan wants me helpless. Held, not just in one way, but ineveryway.
He’s so strong, there’s no resisting him. He makes me feel weak and vulnerable, yet the hunger in his eyes tells me he wants me. It’s like I’m the most precious thing and his crudest toy in the same moment.
He’s fucking me like I can’t say no, like I don’t have a choice. Like he’d do it anyway, even if I protested.
I’m so damn far from protesting. It’s the best sex of my life… and it’s not even close.
The only sounds are his grunts of effort, my own high-pitched, short gasps, and the rhythmic slap of his hips into me.
My orgasm catches me by surprise. It’s beenbuilding for so long, then it just arrives and keeps coming. It’s so powerful it takes my whole body, not just where he’s buried inside me. Every muscle tenses, my back arches off the bed, I can’t breathe, and my cries have gone silent. It doesn’t stop, just goes on and on, bright lights against the back of my eye lids, and pleasure washing through me.
I’m barely conscious of the moment he tenses over me, his thrusts getting shorter, more urgent. But I’m very conscious of his cock swelling deep within me, the grunt of effort he releases, and then the burst of liquid that splashes into me. He’s coming inside me, filling me with his seed, and the feel of it pushes my orgasm to new heights.
Tears leak through my clenched lids, but I’m past feeling any shame. I don’t care anymore. It’s too much emotion, too much intimacy, too muchsensation, and my only regret is that it wasn’t Declan I followed all those years ago. He’s fucking me like hewantsme, not like it’s a task that he has to do, or an easy way to get off. He’s not just in my body, he’s in my head, my soul, my heart.
Scarily so. It’s too soon.
I know it’s just the moment, the wash of endorphins that keeps coming, the vulnerability I have because I’m so damn inexperienced, but those arguments don’t change anything. He’s shown me what sex is truly about, and I’ll always owe him for that, even if for nothing else.
Declan gives a full-body shudder over me, then slowly eases up his grip on my throat. I draw a deepbreath because I can, and my heart is pounding in my chest.
His gaze is as intense as ever, his pale blue eyes capturing mine, and then he smiles, possessive and satisfied. I can’t deny he deserves a little smugness after that performance. I’m flushed with my orgasms, perspiration covering every inch of my skin, but he doesn’t seem to care.
He pulls out of me, drawing a gasp I barely manage to muffle, and falls to his side on the bed against me. Not flopping on his back, not even breathing particularly hard. Not staring at the ceiling, or asleep in less than a minute. Not even releasing his grip on my wrists. No, he’s watching me, and the fingers of one hand are brushing up my inner thigh.
Being under scrutiny that intense? Not knowing what’s next? My handsstillpinned? It’s almost worse.
Declan cups my pussy, his touch gentle. He hasn’t said a word, back to his usual brooding silence, eyes locked on mine even though he’s touching me.
What more could he want? I swear I’m too sore, too sensitive for anything else.
One fingertip probes at my entrance, making me draw in a breath that makes my lip tremble, my hips twitching. I’m so wet, his touchglidesthrough my folds. But it’s not just my cum, it’s his too.
He collects some on his finger, bringing his hand up over my body. “Open.”
My hands are pinned. I could refuse, but I can’t find the words. His gaze holds me, compelling me, and I don’twantto refuse. Not after what he’s justdone to me.
He feeds me his cum on his fingertip, mixed with my own arousal, and I lick it from his skin, salty and thick. It clings to my tongue, filling my mouth with his taste.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and goes back for more.
I press my legs together. I’m too sensitive, and I’ve done what he wanted.
Declan pauses, tilting his head ever so slightly, like I’m a curiosity. “Open.”
I know he’s not referring to my mouth this time.
“I’m too sensitive,” I say. They’re the first words I’ve spoken in… a while. My throat feels raw, and I have to clear it.
“No, you’re not,” he says, like I’m being silly, protesting too much. “Open.”
“Can’t we just… cuddle?”
“Yes, when we’re done.” His eyes harden. “Open, little hellcat.”
