Page 54 of Vengeful Devotion
Disgusting.
Slut.
I close my eyes to stop the tears before trying to quiet the thoughts. All of me wants this. From my bones to my soul. I want this. I want Declan.
“Wildflower.” Declan’s voice slices through the whispers like they’re nothing but smoke in the air. “Look at me.”
My eyes flutter open. As if my body recognizes the authority in his voice. All I want to do is obey him. Please him.
Declan tosses my panties behind him. His eyes, darkened with lust, trained on me.
He lowers his face to the top of my thigh, dragging his tongue upward to my hip.
“I need you to stay with me,” he says, kissing and nipping his way up my body. “Can you do that, Gemma?”
Again I respond on command, nodding at him. Declan smiles as he reaches my face, finally covering my lips with his. His shining touch scares away the last bit of the ugly in my head.
I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Declan squeezes my ribs. He consumes every sound that escapes me. The weight of his body on me is a comfort rather than a suffocation. I can taste the bourbon he drank at dinner on his breath. But the drunkenness I feel has nothing to do with that and everything to do with Declan. With so many sensations overwhelming me all at once, I feel like I might die if I don’t feel him this very instant. Our lips are still tangled together; I arch my hips. My bare center rubbing against the hard length in his pants.
He pulls away, unbuttoning his shirt. My short nails scratching through his scruff as he does. I whimper, watching him kneel between my legs once more. The craving for him scorches my veins. I’ve never felt like this. The sheer strength of the yearning I feel is nearly enough to scare me away. But I stay pinned to the bed.
Declan keeps his eyes on me as he leans in. I watch as his tongue slips out, tentatively tasting my pussy.
“You taste even sweeter than I imagined,” Declan says, licking his lips.
“I-imagined?”
“You have no idea how many times I’ve stroked my cock to the thought of you.”
He doesn’t let me reply. Instead, he presses his tongue flat against my shaved cunt. His muscular arms wrap around my legs, pulling me closer to him. Euphoria floods my mind. The added pressure, the way he’s eating me like I’m the first dessert he’s ever had, it’s all making my orgasm build too quickly.
“Declan,” I moan.
He slides his mouth off me, his fingers quickly replacing it to rub circles over my clit. “Again,” he commands, his eyes so dark that I can’t see the green of them anymore. “Say my name again, Gemma.”
His fingers speed up. I arch my back, rubbing myself on him.
“Declan.”
He closes his eyes. A guttural groan leaving his sculpted chest. Declan’s head dives down. I thought he was eating me before. I was wrong. He attacks my clit. Sucking it into his mouth and nibbling. He’s relentless in his pursuit and I’m helpless against it. Against him.
I tangle my hands in his hair. Holding on for dear life as the pleasure comes to a head inside me. The force of my orgasm is strong enough to make the planet quiver. I cry out his name, my body trembling. But he doesn’t stop. Declan’s mouth stays glued to me until my body sags against the bed and I’m begging him to stop. My mind is drowning somewhere amongst the stars of pleasure. I barely comprehend Declan’s efforts to clean me up. I lift my hands towards his belt. The high of pleasure begging for a companion.
“Tonight isn’t for me, Wildflower. It’s for you.”
He pushes me back onto the bed. I’m too disoriented to fight him. My mind dizzy from the best ride of my life. A ride I never expected to go on… and enjoy it so much. I watch him pull a pair of panties from his dresser along with a silky nightgown. The sight enough to bring some clarity to me.
“Whose is that?”
“Yours.”
“No, really, whose is it?”
“I had them bought and put in here after you agreed to move in.”
A sleepy smile crosses my face. Declan pulls back the covers, tucking the both of us into them. He lays my head on his bare chest. In this moment, basking in the light of him, I know I can’t leave. I could never leave Declan. When I’m with him, I feel free. With him, I don’t feel like a broken vase taped back together. It’s selfish, but I want to keep him forever. Even if it means putting myself in danger.
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