Page 58 of Declan's Dove

A chance to feel. To let go. To be his.

He doesn’t hesitate and quickly takes over, dominating my mouth with his tongue. His arms are still banded tightly around me as he rocks my crotch against his, creating friction between our two bodies. My wet center is pressed up against his jean-clad cock, and he doesn’t let up. My hips are rocking, my core is tight, my pussy grinding against him in just the right spot. One of his hands reaches down between us, sliding under the hem of my shirt. He gently pushes my legs open and thrusts two fingers inside me as his thumb circles my clit.

Holy shit. Yes! This is what I need.

His rhythm is relentless. He curls his fingers, hitting just the right place inside, and I fall over the edge with my head thrown back and Declan’s mouth peppering kisses along my neck and shoulder.

“God, who knew it could be that good from just your hand?” I feel him chuckling against me, then as the orgasmic fog lifts, I realize I spoke those words out loud. Feeling suddenly shy and embarrassed, I try to push myself off his lap, but Declan’s not having it. His arm across my back tightens. His other hand comes up slowly between us and I watch as he licks his fingers clean, then moans.

“Next time, we start with my mouth on your sweet little cunt.” He smiles and my cheeks are aflame. His smile widens, then he leans in and chastely kisses my lips. I lick them, tasting myself, only to feel my blush deepen. “Don’t go shy on me now, baby. We’re just getting started. But first you need to finish your dinner, and we need to talk about a few things.”

I cross my arms over myself. “I’m not feeling hungry anymore.”

“I’ll reheat the food, and then you’re going to eat a little more. You haven’t had much since you got here.” He leans closer to my ear and says, “And you’ll need lots of energy for all the dirty things I have planned to do with this gorgeous body now that you’ve admitted it’s mine.”

“Jesus.”

Declan’s laughter is loud and cuts through the embarrassment I was feeling a moment ago, somehow putting me at ease. “Oh, turning you into a dirty little freak is going to be my greatest pleasure, sweetheart. And yours.” He wiggles his brows, and just like that, I’m laughing along with him.

“Ass.”

“Oh, I’ll get that too, eventually.” My eyes widen in shock, but my nether regions are dripping for him again.

How does he do that? And why am I suddenly okay with it?

After heating the food Declan returns to the table, only this time he takes the seat next to me. We eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, me less calculated and rigid after the spontaneous orgasm I was graciously blessed with. It seems to have lightened the weight I was carrying on my shoulders and erased the need to be perfect from my mind. Declan doesn’t want robotic perfection. He only wants me.

“When’s the last time you had an orgasm you didn’t give yourself?” I choke on my bite of steak at his blunt question.

He smiles, patting my back with one hand and handing me my water with the other.

“You’re obnoxious,” I tell him after I’ve regained control of myself. “You can’t just go around asking people shit like that.”

“I wasn’t asking people. I was asking you. And of course I can. You’re mine. I want to know everything about you, including when is the last time you had an orgasm that was not self-induced?” His eyes are alight with humor and heated interest.

I shrug. “Can’t say that I’ve had one.”

“Ever?” His shocked expression is one for the books. Who knew all it took to shock Declan O’Malley stupid was to admit to never having had a real orgasm?

“I can’t remember if I have. James wasn’t about my pleasure in the bedroom,” I admit, taking another long pull from my water. “Sex was about him getting off or trying to get me pregnant. Sometimes it was about punishment.” I shrug again. “I didn’t put a lot of care into whether I got off. I mostly just wanted it to be over.”

“Fuck.” My eyes snap to his. Declan’s shock has morphed into a murderous glare. One that makes my whole-body shiver. “It’s not you, Dove. My anger is not at you. Never you.”

I nod, because I understand. I never understood why my pleasure and care never mattered to James. Of course, I didn’t know until after we were married that it would be that way. He was attentive and said all the right things in the beginning, and I was too naive to see through the facade.

Declan sits back, staring deep into my eyes. “I need you to tell me about the night you left him. What happened? Why did you leave? How? I can protect you and Carter both, but you have to help me understand what I’m up against, baby. I have to let Pres know and start making plans before we can go home.”

“So, if I tell you what you want to know, you’ll take me home to Carter?”

“Not exactly. But it will help me get you home sooner,” he clarifies.

I take a deep breath and let it out, nodding. “Let’s move to the couch. I’m getting cold.” And I need a little space.

Declan takes my hand and leads me to one of the couches in the living room, then walks over to start a fire in the fireplace. I watch the muscles in his back as his t-shirt pulls tight across his muscles. It’s the first time I’ve seen him wear a shirt without his cut. He wears it all the time, like it’s a piece of him.

“Where’s your cut?”

He turns to look at me over his shoulder and smirks. “It’s in the closet by the door. I hung it up. Why do you ask?”

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