Page 21 of Atonement

“Declan,” she whimpers, as I reluctantly slow and feel her body nearing her third release. “Please, I don’t think I can...”

She crashes over the edge a second later as I rub her clit, coaxing another release from her tight body. I slowly pull in and out of her ass as my fingers dip into her pulsing pussy, deliberate, gradual, in no rush and wanting her to feel every perfectly numbing moment of her climax before I pull my fingers back up to her clit. The motion makes her orgasm start all over again as she screams my name and fists the headboard in her handcuffed grasp.

“That’s right, Sweetheart,” I whisper, as I roll her bud under my fingers, slide my dick from her ass, and then kiss down her spine before lowering myself between her legs. “I think I’ve finally gone and fucked the fight out of you, Magnolia.”

She gasps for air as I remove my fingertips from her clit, unbuckle her ankles, remove the bar, and then start to unclasp her wrists. A tear falls down her cheek as I pull the belt from the headboard, and quickly gather her in my arms.

“More,” she softly cries against my neck, and fuck, I can’t help but feel the burn of my own tears in my throat as my heart grabs ahold of her surrendering plea.

“I’ll always give you more,” I whisper, gently laying her back on the mattress. Her legs eagerly part, and my length slides tenderly this time inside her slick walls. When we’re finally joined, my cock pushing deep inside her and forcing her pussy to its max, I still and force her to look me in the eyes so she hears each and every damn word I say next. “Always. Forever. For eternity, Sweetheart. As long as you want me, Magnolia, you’ll have me.”

“I’ve always wanted you, Dec,” she whimpers, a hushed confession that startles us both as her body begins to shake, her bottom lip trembles, and I lean my forehead against hers and gently start to move my hips.

“I know,” I confess for the both of us, knowing we’re both at a loss for words after all this time.

Her mouth finds mine, but for the first time in seven years, her bite means no harm. Our lips part as our eyes stay locked, our bodies become one, and our souls connect for the first time since it happened. We draw out the moment, lazy, content, finally agreeing to a truce as our bodies move in harmony and our lips devour a new beginning breaking free on our tongues. One I know we never thought was possible.

“I’ve missed you, Ace,” she whispers on a desperate cry as I pick up the pace. My thrusts become demanding, her body begins to tighten, and she fiercely starts to chase another climax. “I’ve wanted you, just like this, as much as you needed and wanted me, too.”

“I know,” I smile as I capture her lips against mine. Our truce, finally agreed upon for now, as we both cry out in earth shattering ecstasy a few minutes later.

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