Page 50 of Stolen Sun

He lifts us both up then lays me down. The bed moves as his weight is removed, and my heart begins to race. I hear a drawer open and close, and my legs begin to shake in anticipation.

“Declan?” I ask in the dark.

The mattress dips between my legs, letting me know where he is, but he doesn’t speak. Packaging rips as he opens a condom.

His hands touch my raised knees, and I jump at his touch. Open palms slide down my outer thighs, and he kisses the tops of each knee. When his hands slide up my legs, his fingers wrap around my calves, pulling them apart to open me up for him.

“Declan?” I ask again more desperately.

“What is it, sunshine?” His voice is smooth as he places himself between my legs and rubs his hands down my calves to my feet.

“I can’t see anything,” I whisper.

“I want you tofeeleverything,” he says, his voice deepening.

He massages my feet then continues back up my calves, and I understand his meaning. Everything he does, I can feel in my core. My body is relaxing under his skilled touch—my emotions being replaced with desire.

A whimper escapes my parted lips as he reaches my inner thighs.

“It’s just us now,” his voice rasps through the darkness.

His lips take over as he closes in on my pussy. My whole body is shaking before he finally covers me with his hot mouth.

“Ohh,” I cry out as he explores with his tongue.

He sucks and licks until my hips begin to move on their own. Then, he pulls away and adjusts himself between my legs.

He pushes the tip of his cock in. I grip the sheets—the stretching pain a reminder of his size. He pulls out just to push in a little farther. With each slow thrust, he makes his way deeper.

“Noel,” he moans. “Does it hurt?” His voice is thick with desire.

“I’m okay,” I whimper between breaths.

He stills, letting me get used to him.

“You’re doing so good. It’s halfway in now.”

“Half?” I ask in disbelief. “Declan,” I breathe out, unable to finish my thought as he pushes in farther still.

I hear something click. Cold liquid drips onto my pussy. Then he gently rubs it around my clit. Pulling out almost completely to rub the liquid all over me, the loss of him not at all what I want. I lift my hips, silently begging him to continue.

A dark chuckle fills the room before he blows his cool air over my pussy. It tingles from the chill. When he stops blowing on me, the sensation only intensifies.

I can feel myself relaxing around him, allowing him in easier when he pushes in once more. When he pulls out again, I can feel my own slick arousal increasing around him.

“Mm, that’s it, baby. Let me in,” he praises.

I tighten my legs around him to stop him from pulling out so far.

“Don’t hold back. Please. Give me all of you,” I beg, wanting to show him that I was made for him.

He growls in response.

His arms cage me in as he begins to move his hips. His lips place small kisses all over my face and shoulders.

The pain is replaced quickly with pleasure. My mouth needs him as much as the rest of me. I kiss him everywhere I can reach as he thrusts into me—every nerve drawing tighter to my core.

“You were worth every second I’ve had to wait to make you mine,” he praises.

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