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Declan brings me back to him with a kiss. He cups my chin and captures my lips. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, kissing me so thoroughly and passionately that I’m reeling all over again.

I card my fingers through his auburn hair and kiss him back, flicking my tongue against his.

“Focus on me,” he says, his voice rough as gravel. “That’s it, love—look at me while I ruin you.”

He braces himself on either side of my head and looks me directly in the eye as he starts fucking me. I look up at him, once again finding it impossible to break our eye contact.

I’m locked in a trance, pleasure throbbing through me like a heartbeat. My pussy is so wet, I’m gushing, right on the edge of already coming.

Declan’s strokes feel so damn good all I can do is moan as he moves his hips and thrusts into me. My hands wander from his hair to the sides of his face, caressing his beard and then his shoulders and chest.

But never breaking our eye contact. There’s an intensity I find in the dark emerald shards of Declan’s gaze that does something to me. That reminds me of how this man is not only my husband and the father of our children, but he’s the feral Irish beast that would do anything for us.

And there’s nothing in the world that’s sexier than that.

My climax finally reaches its peak, a current of hot pleasure rocketing through my body. I go stiff and release a whimpering cry.

“Come for me, love. Come on my cock,” Declan grunts, his thrusts turning rougher. His hand clamps around my jaw when Itry to turn my head to the side. “But don’t make me say it again. Eyes on me. I’m not through with you yet… not by a fucking mile.”

Chapter 10

Declan

There’s no sight more fucking beautiful than watching my wife fall to pieces.

Amerie arches up, her pouty lips parting for a hoarse little cry as she comes. She’s stunning like this—utterly wrecked and undone.

She tries to turn her head away, like she doesn’t want me to see her fall apart. But I catch her by the jaw and force her face back to mine.

“Come for me, love. Come on my cock,” I growl, driving my hips harder and faster. “But don’t make me say it again. Eyes on me. I’m not through with you yet… not by a fucking mile.”

Another tremor rips through her and she melts into a puddle beneath me.

I shove her thighs back by her shoulders and thrust my cock in deeper. So deep she gasps. Her pussy walls flutter around me, so fucking slippery and smooth that I swear it makes me lose my bloody mind.

I chase more of the sensation, fucking her like I’ll never get enough.

Seven years married, and I’m still insatiable. Some blokes would be tired of their wives by now, bored stiff and looking elsewhere. But not me, not with Amerie.

I peer down at her as pleasure flickers across her gorgeous face, and I think about how bloody lucky I am. Her tits bounce with every brutal thrust, soft and heavy from nursing, and I fucking love it. I loveallof her.

She’s fuller now, curvier than she’s ever been, and it only makes me want her more.

Every lush, perfect inch and curve of hers is mine.

I crush my mouth to hers in a ravenous kiss the same moment I sink my cock deep into her cunt. I’ve buried myself to the hilt. She clamps down around me like she’ll never let go.

Fine by me. Being inside Amerie’s pussy is my favorite place to be.

I wrap my hand around her throat and press my forehead to hers, panting and stroking into her all at once. Possessively and relentlessly.

“Look at you,” I grunt, giving her throat a light squeeze. “Taking every inch like a good girl. That filthy little cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?”

“Yes…” she whimpers. “Yes… god yes! Feels so good when you stretch me, baby. Fuck… yes… more!”

That does it.

A bolt of lust surges straight through me. I release a guttural sound that’s half growl, half curse, forgetting that we’re not alone. We’ve got our kids and nanny under this roof.

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