Page 48 of Make You Mine

He laughs, breath warm and ragged against my cheek. “Not for long, you haven’t.”

His hand slides down between my thighs, fingers parting my pussy lips until he finds the spot that makes me arch and gasp, back pressed hard against the slick tile. Two fingers hook deep inside me, the stretch delicious and familiar.

My head tips back as he begins to move them, his thumb brushing over my swollen, achy clit in firm, perfect circles.

“Christ, you’re always so bloody wet for me,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “I fucking love how soaked your cunt gets.”

I grip his shoulder, the muscles taut and trembling beneath my hand, and kiss him with a kind of desperation that forgets time and place. It’s the kind that has me panting and gyrating against his hand.

That has pleasure surging through my body as my orgasm swells from a place deep inside me.

His fingers keep moving, pushing me higher, and I tug his cock harder in response, loving the grunty sounds he makes. The way his jaw clenches and how he thrusts into my hand.

“Tell me what you need,” he groans, pressing his forehead to mine again. “I’ll give you anything, love.”

“Don’t stop,” I pant. “Just like that. Please don’t stop.”

My breath comes out in sharp bursts, chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm as his fingers work me and drag me over the edge.

I cling to him, my slick body pressed to his, the steam turning everything hazy and soft.

He kisses me deeper, tongue sliding against mine as his thumb circles faster. My knees start to tremble, feeling like they’re about to give out.

I break the kiss with a gasp, burying my face against his shoulder, my lips brushing the curve of his neck as I moan, “Fuck, Declan?—”

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice dark and reverent against my ear. “Come for me, Amerie. Let go, love. Come on my fingers.”

And just like that, the pressure releases.

My body tenses then shudders violently in his arms as the orgasm hits—hot and breath-stealing, rolling through me in a wave that makes my back arch and my toes curl against the tile. I cry out, shaking in his arms while he keeps his hand between my thighs, slowing only when I’m twitching and oversensitive, panting against his neck.

My hand is still on him—he’s hard and pulsing, his cock twitching in my grip—and I want to give him the same release he just gave me.

I blink through the aftershocks, finding his mouth again for a kiss, soft and grateful and laced with lingering heat.

“Your turn,” I whisper, breathless. “Let me take care of you.”

I lower myself, knees hitting the slick tile as the warm spray continues to rush over both of us. The steam clouds curl between us, blurring the lines of everything but his solid, muscular body and the heated way he stares down at me.

His dick is hard and heavy in my hand, throbbing when I wrap my fingers around him again. His hips give the slightest jerk forward, like he can’t help it, like he’s been waiting for this.

For me.

“Fuck,” he breathes, one hand bracing against the shower wall, the other tangled in my wet hair as I stroke him, savoring the hot, velvety texture of him. I look up through the mist, meeting his dark green eyes, and there’s an ache between my legs all over again.

“You’re killing me, love,” he groans. “On your knees like that… bloody hell.”

I lean in without a word, tongue darting out to tease the swollen head, licking along the underside before wrapping my lips around him, taking him deep until he groans and tips his head back against the wall with a thud. His abs flex beneath my hands. His thighs tense.

I hollow my cheeks, working him with a rhythm that’s practiced and greedy, using every trick I know he loves. My hands keep pace with my mouth. His breaths sound ragged, curse words falling in between clenched teeth.

His grip in my hair tightens. “Amerie, love… I’m not gonna last.”

I hum around him, letting him know I don’t care.

That’s what I want it. Every last damn drop down my throat.

His whole body seizes. His hips snap forward. He lets out a low, broken moan as he spills into my mouth, groaning my name like it’s the only one he’s ever known.

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