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All I can do is nod, my heart overwhelmed by his tenderness. I press my lips to his. The need for him takes over my body. I can’t help but rub my clit against him. The sensation feels so good. I want more. I moan, unable to control it.
Declan pulls away and I watch as his eyes darken. He stares at me like I’m the meal he’s been starving for. Declan grabs a foil packet off the nightstand. He rips it open with his teeth and I watch as he rolls the condom onto his thick length.
“Ready, wildflower?”
I can’t speak. All my words are stolen by the insane desperation for him. Declan grips my hips, lifting me up enough to line up his cock with my entrance. He lets me sink slowly down onto him and sparks fly between us. I could never have dreamed that it would be like this. It’s as if I were made for him.
Declan dips his head, sucking one nipple into his mouth and massaging the other. I can feel the edge of my orgasm already pulling at my center as he urges me to move. I use the leverage I have on his shoulders to rise and fall on his cock as it fills me over and over again. It isn’t long before he regains control, gripping my hips to thrust into me from below, taking what he needs and claiming me.
“I love you,” I whimper as he plunges into me over and over.
Finally saying the words after all that’s happened is a release I didn’t realize I needed. But Declan needed to know that I feel the same way he does. He needed to know that he owns my heart just as I own his.
His movements become wild, more forceful. Like he’s more animal than man in this moment. It’s too much. My orgasm barrels into me, the pleasure drowning me. I throw my head back, screaming his name. I feel his cock swell as he curses and empties himself into the condom. He holds me close, keeping me right where he wants me. Baptized with pleasure, I feel like a new woman.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
Declan
Last night wasthe best night of my life and I know I’ll have many more ahead as long as Gemma is with me. I push her long hair off her face and kiss her cheek. Waking up next to her naked form is a sight I never knew I needed to see, but one that makes the wonders of the world pale in comparison.
“Good morning, beautiful wildflower.”
“No morning is a good morning,” she whispers.
She tries to stretch, but my arm cemented around her middle keeps her glued to me. Gemma looks at me over her shoulder, her blue eyes tempting me to take her again. And fuck if I don’t want to. Just the feel of her against me has my cock raging for more.
But before I can, there’s a knock at the bedroom door. A loud, erratic knock. I look over at Gemma. I kiss from her shoulder to her neck.
“Let’s just ignore it.”
She shakes her head at me. “Go see who needs you.”
“They’ll be fine without me for another hour.”
The knock grows louder and more insistent.
“Go,” Gemma says.
“Fine.” I sigh, rolling out of bed and pulling on some sweatpants.
I walk towards the door, but stop when I hear Gemma’s voice.
“Put a shirt on.”
I smile. “Possessive much?”
“Would you let me answer the door with no shirt on?”
The smile falls from my lips. There’s no fucking way I’d allow that. She gets up, wrapping the sheets around her. Gemma tosses me a white tee shirt before running off to the bathroom.
I pull the shirt over my head and open the door. My mother stands on the other side of it, her face covered in tears. My sisters are behind her. Tears in everyone’s eyes except for Vivienne’s.
Before I can ask what’s wrong, my mother reaches up and slaps me across the face.
“How could you do that to me?”
My cheek stings. Anger rises in me, but I do my best to control it. “Do what?”
