Page 50 of Surrender

"Hey," I whisper, letting her know how serious I am in this moment. Regret is a quick blow to my chest. I know I acted like a beast, and she deserves better than me sending her away, and then barking at her when she does exactly as I told her to. "I'm sorry."

She smiles brightly, before kissing my cheek, my chin, my nose. "I know," she whispers back.

And with that accepted apology, I stand, hands under her ass so I can keep her against me and walk a happily squealing Serenity to our bedroom.

Chapter twenty-eight

Serenity

Iwas happy to see Declan waiting up for me when I snuck back into the house tonight. I saw how he was just as hurt by his decision to send me away as I was. I know he thinks he's protecting me, but I know a part of him is protecting himself too. Having these intimate moments together is blurring the lines of what we are to each other.

The thought that he so easily pushed me away, rejected me, had hung like a black cloud around me all night. I did have fun. Dinner was amazing, and the club was so much fun to dance and get lost in myself, but it was also a drunken meat market of lingering stares and constantly rejecting men's attempts to dance with me or buy me a drink.

Ella, Benji, and Nina all picked up on how uncomfortable I was with male attention, so they formed a protective little circle around me so I could just dance.

But walking in and seeing Declan's tortured expression eased the pressure on my chest. I should have told him that I met someone, danced with someone, promised to see them later, tohurt him the way he'd hurt me. But his entire demeanor and scowl on his face told me he'd been hurting, too.

So, when he apologized, I accepted it easily, and when he carried me to the bedroom, I knew we were going to be okay.

He wastes no time getting naked and getting me naked, too.

I've never been fully naked in front of anyone, and it occurs to me that he might not like what he sees when he sees all of me, but the heat in his stare sets my blood on fire.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he growls, and it sends shivers down my spine.

He kneels between my knees and peppers my breasts with kisses and soft bites, before taking one of my nipples into his mouth. The warm, sweet slide of his tongue against my sensitive nipple drives me crazy. My back arches involuntarily and I moan, both hands going to the back of his head on instinct.

Warmth floods my core, and I'm impossibly turned on. I squeeze my legs together to get some relief, but his broad shoulders are in the way.

I run my hands over the muscles on his back and run my nails up his back when he switches to my other nipple.

"Dec, please," I beg, but he doesn't stop. I try to roll my hips up against him, but I can't get the angle right and I squirm.

"Sir? Please, please, sir," I whimper, and that does the trick. He growls into my stomach as he moves further down the bed.

My face flushes with embarrassment when I realize he'sright there.His nose merely inches from my most intimate spot. My mind thrashes against itself. What if I smell bad? What if I taste bad? What if it looks funny? What if this is the moment he decides he doesn't want it? What does a normal pussy look like? Does mine look normal? Should I have watched porn before this, so I'd know? I have no idea what a normal pussy looks like.

"Most beautiful pussy I've ever seen," he growls before dropping a slow kiss to the very top of it.

My mind starts reeling again. That is, until he drags his wet tongue through my lips and around my clit. I gasp at the foreign sensation. My entire body convulses, jackhammering up, and curling around his head.

"Oh, my God!" I moan, unsure of how to process exactly what I'm feeling.

He doesn't let up, though, or hesitate at all. He alternates between fucking me with his tongue and sucking and licking my clit and it feels incredible.

In desperation, I bring my hands to the back of his head and grind against his face.

"That's it, Ser. That's my good girl. Come all over my fucking face. Give it to me," he growls and it's the last piece of this new experience that I need. My orgasm slams through me, locking my muscles and the air in my lungs.

Holy shit. How do people function in the real world? Why aren't they always doing this? If this man was mine, we would never leave the bedroom. I realize I'm caressing his head as I come down from my high and worry if it isn't too intimate for him.

But when I look down to see how he's feeling, he's already looking at me.

"Fucking perfect," he sighs, dropping one last kiss on my clit.

I offer to return the favor, but he declines, saying it was my celebration for getting into college, and promises that I can go down on him later.

Then he cleans me up, wraps his body around mine and we fall asleep together, naked.

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