Page 31 of Make You Mine

Declan doesn’t even hesitate. “Every moment. Even the bubble flood. Even you laughing while I nearly cracked my skull.”

The corner of my mouth lifts, but the weight in my chest doesn’t ease up. I slice into the next piece of Wagyu, watching it sizzle on the stone before I speak again.

“Sometimes I wonder if we’re not changing for the better,” I admit, thinking out loud. “We get so wrapped up in everything—your job, my deadlines, the kids, my health. Some days it feels like we’re just… coexisting.”

Declan’s brow knits, but he nods like he’s heard this echo in his own thoughts too. “Amerie… love, we’re always going to change. That’s life. That’s time. We’re not the same people we were when we met on that beach, but we weren’t meant to stay that way.”

I glance up as he speaks, my chest tightening.

“The point isn’t to stay the same. It’s to grow into new versions of ourselves that still choose each other, again and again. Even when it’s hard.Especiallywhen it’s hard.” He sets down his wine glass and leans toward me. “I know I haven’t always been as present as I should be. And I’m sorry for that. But I’m trying, Amerie. I swear I’m trying. Everything I do… it’s for you and the kids. To give you the kind of life I think you deserve.”

My throat thickens. I reach for his hand, our fingers intertwining like it’s second nature. “I know. It’s just the stress getting to us. New country, new start. I’m still adjusting to everything here, and so is Willow. I think I forget sometimes that I’m allowed to be real and admit that.”

He nods, his thumb brushing the side of my hand. “I didn’t think enough about what the move would mean for you two. Leaving behind everything familiar, your support system... I should’ve prepared us better.”

“You were trying to keep us all afloat,” I murmur. “I see that.”

“But I’ll do what I can to be more present, alright, love? You have my word.”

We lean across the table for a kiss that’s tender and leisurely. The kind of kiss that solidifies every word we’ve spoken at the table tonight.

When we pull back, our fingers are still locked together. I take another bite of steak, making Declan chuckle and shake his head as he reaches for his glass of wine instead.

The candle flickers between us, and for the rest of our night out, we savor every moment like it’s our last.

“Oh my god…” I pant over and over again.

Declan’s tongue is between my thighs. He’s lapping at my clit, drawing patterns in flicking motions. Each lash of his tongue sends another tremor of pleasure tingling through me. I curl my arm over my head and claw at the headboard.

We came home no more than half an hour ago to find Chelsea asleep on the sofa. Willow and Emmett were both tucked into bed for the night.

Tipsy and horny from our date night, Declan grabbed my hand and led me back to our room. We barely remembered to close the door before we were attacking each other, ripping our clothes off.

It only took minutes before I wound up like this, lying against the pillows as Declan helps himself to some dessert and dines on my pussy.

My hips naturally grind back against him. The motion creates a sharp friction, the coarse hairs on his beard scratching the insides of my thighs. The prickly sensation contrasts the warm, wet feel of his tongue and the thickness of his fingers as he slides two of them inside me.

He works my pussy like it’s a musical instrument he’s mastered. His tongue flicks away at my clit and sends shockwaves of pleasure pulsing through my body. His thick fingers curl inside me, massaging my g-spot as his intense emerald gaze pins mine and I find I can’t look away.

I’m trapped by his gaze as he drives me to the brink of my orgasm.

My mouth falls open and another moan slips out of me.

I’m practically begging for more. Keening and whining for him to make me come.

Declan answers my pleas with a throaty growl of his own. It sounds like a crack of thunder as he grabs me by the ankles and drags me toward him.

Though it’s dark in our bedroom, I can still make out the lines of definition on his muscular frame. I can tell how each muscle flexes and tightens as he moves his body.

It’s a delicious and arousing sight I’ll never grow tired of.

My legs are thrown over his shoulders. He climbs on top of me, his cock thick and throbbing, dripping beads of precum. He slides straight into me in a single smooth stroke, setting off an explosion of tingles in my pussy.

I arch against him as I grip his firm forearms for leverage. As if I’m about to suddenly fall off the bed.

His big dick slamming into me is that upending. It’s that earth shattering.

My eyes squeeze shut as I take him whole and spend a couple seconds processing how good he feels. It’s something I’ll never get over. How perfectly we fit together, how the head of his dick feels rubbing against the back of my pussy.

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