Page 76 of Shuttered Hearts

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips, bending slightly, placing his hands on the backs of my thighs, and lifting me.

“I love you,” I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist.

“I’m never letting you go now,” he tells me as he moves toward the stairs.

“Good, because I’m not letting you go either.”

Everything squeezes when I see the look in his eyes. It’s so clear to me now, how deeply he feels. I should have seen it weeks ago.

“God, I love you.” His lips crash back into mine as he stumbles slightly at the top of the stairs.

I’m never going to tire of hearing him say those words. And I can’t see myself tiring of saying them to him. The peace I feel in his arms is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I don’t want to give that up.

He opens the door to his room, spinning us and pressing me back into the wall next to the door.

“I want to take my time with you, but I don’t know if I can right now,” he rasps against me as his lips travel down my neck, following the collar of my shirt. His hands playing at the hem, slowly traveling up my sides.

“We can go slow next time,” I moan as his hands travel over my pebbled nipples. “I need to feel you inside me.” I reach between us, trying to unbutton his jeans.

“Quinn, give me a minute. I need to make sure you’re ready.”

“Declan, I’ve never been more ready,” I moan, grinding my hips against him. His hand slips in the front of my leggings, finding me soaked.

“Quinn,” he moans my name, spinning us again and stalking toward the bed. “Strip and get on the bed,” he commands, setting me down at the foot of the bed.

It shouldn’t be so hot, the demanding tone, but it has me clenching my thighs, needing some kind of relief. I follow his order, but I take my time doing it. I make sure he’s watching as I shimmy out of my leggings, slowly lifting my shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra and panties.

“All of it.” He stands before me in just his boxers.

“What about you?” I ask, slowly reaching behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it drop to the floor beside me.

“Quinn.” His voice is stern, almost a warning, sending a shiver up my body.

I slowly push my panties down my legs and climb onto the bed, the both of us watching each other the entire time.

“Good girl,” he says, moving to the nightstand and reaching in before coming back to the foot of the bed, tossing a condom next to me.

Watching me, he lowers his boxers, his dick bobbing free. He grasps it, stroking once before climbing onto the bed, slowly moving up my body. His head dips, his tongue flicking out over my clit in a couple of quick strokes, making me moan.

“Declan, please.” My body arches as I reach for the condom, ripping it open, ready to roll it on his hard length.

He grins at me as he kneels before me. Instead of immediately rolling the condom over him, I lean forward and take him into my mouth, humming at the feel of him.

“Quinn,” he groans, his hand coming to the back of my head, holding me in place before pumping twice and pulling out. “Not right now. I need to be inside you.” He grabs the condom from me, rolling it on himself.

His gaze rakes over my body, his hands following the path of his eyes, using every sensation to devour me, making goosebumps spring up all over my body. I reach for him, pulling his weight on top of me.

His eyes find mine as he grinds his hips against mine, his dick brushing my clit. “I promise to be gentle next time.” He reaches down between us, angling himself at my slick entrance, and pushes inside in one hard thrust.

I immediately tense at the abrupt intrusion but slowly relax when Declan pauses, holding himself buried deep. “Move. Please,” I moan, bringing my knees up to his waist, adjusting the angle so he hits me in just the right spot on every thrust in.

“You always feel so amazing. Like coming home,” he groans, his forehead falling to mine for a moment before lifting and kissing me fiercely. He swivels his hips, stretching me, preparing me for the punishing pace I know he wants to set.

“Declan,” I beg, needing him to give me all of him.

“Trust me, Bug” he whispers hoarsely in my ear.

He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit as he pulls back and slowly pushes back in once before he breaks. His hips move faster, his dick hitting me exactly where I need him, bringing me right to the edge.

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