Page 89 of The Ring Thief
“I got you, baby,” I murmur back, a firm promise that goes far beyond this. “You’re so goddamn wet, fuck.” Electricity shoots down my spine, but I’m not ready for it, not ready for this to be over. Her fingers scrabble against my back, clawing at the skin, her heels digging into my ass, forcing me deeper even as she thrusts her hips back up at me. “You have me. Always, Lily. Fuck?—”
The sound cuts off with a grunt, and I duck my head down to nip at the soft flesh of her breast, drawing her nipple back into my mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud with furious pulls. She shakes under me as I sink back into the hilt, her eyes fluttering closed, mouth open. She arches her back, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth and drawing my cock further into her body. With every thrust, she’s gripping me tighter, pulsing around my cock until my balls draw up tightly, and I can’t fight it off any longer.
I release her nipple with a pop, grunting. “Need you to get there, baby. Need you to come on my cock. Now.”
“I can’t,” she protests brokenly, lashes lifting to give me her dazed blue eyes. “I can’t! It’s too much. Oh my god.”
“You can.” I punctuate the statement with a brutal thrust, my hips slapping against hers and my pelvic bone rubbing against her clit, making her ripple around me. She jerks and shudders, more wetness coating my dick and her inner thighs. I rest my elbow next to her head, my other hand sliding between our damp bodies, my eyes locked on hers.
She shakes her head, her mouth opening to tell me no, but I just give her a wicked smile, my fingers already at work, rubbing relentless circles around her clit. The effect is almost instantaneous, her mouth forming a wide ‘O’ and a scream renting the air as she shatters around me.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yes. Let it happen.”
Her inner walls clench down brutally, making me grunt, my hips stuttering.
“Dec,” she breathes, grabbing my face and forcing my eyes to her. “Declan, come in me. Make me yours. Own me.” I falter, my vision whiting out and I plant my cock as deep as I can get it, unsure where she ends and I begin, my orgasm barreling through me. I throw my head back with a yell, come erupting from my cock and filling her up, my heartbeat whooshing in my ears.
We’re both shaking as I keep moving against her, pushing back into her and feeling our combined release, slick and velvety, the wetness making an obscene noise in the quiet room. It’s slippery, and messy, andhot, but I keep going, unwilling to pull out of her, even when my cock softens.
I don’t want to break the connection, not after being without her for so long.
Finally, I can’t help but collapse over the top of her, our bodies still joined and our breathing heavy. After a moment, she presses against my shoulder and I reluctantly roll to the side, slipping out of her, even as her body tries to keep a grip on me, my groan mingling with her whimper. She curls into me, cuddling into my side, uncaring of the mess we’ve made of the bed, her fingers tracing a pattern over the skin of my chest.
After several minutes, when our hearts have settled into a slower beat, our bodies sticky with cooling sweat, she murmurs, “Guess we should get cleaned up.” She tips her head back, smiling drowsily at me. “Shower with me?”
I kiss the tip of her nose, never feeling closer to her than at this moment. “Love to.”
LILY
After a long steamy shower that does nothing for conserving water, Declan surprises me by swanning outside, wearing nothing but a towelknotted around his hips. His car is parked in the driveway, making me frown because it hadn’t been there earlier.
“Where did that come from?” I ask curiously.
“Messaged Carter to drop it off before we showered,” Declan calls back. “He’s got my spare set of keys. I watch as he pops the trunk, yanking out a massive duffel bag, my mouth dropping open.
“What’s that?” I follow as he marches back into the house, shutting the door behind us, wondering how many neighbors just got an eyeful of him.
He shrugs lightly, walking past me to the bedroom. “Clothes, shoes, stuff.”
“Stuff,” I repeat, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over my chest. “Why was it in your car?”
The bed is a mess of tangled sheets and bodily fluids, but he ignores it all, pulling piles of clothes out and refolding them into neat piles on the mattress. He pauses at the question, throwing me a bemused look. “You know the condo sold.”
He’d put it on the market not long after the annulment was granted, with my permission. He’d told me that the place was a constant reminder of what he’d lost, and he didn’t want a bar of it. It was prime real estate, in the heart of the city, so it sold almost immediately.
“I know, but that doesn’t explain—” I wave a hand at him, and then at all the clothes. “Were you living in your car?”
His mouth twitches into a smile, but he turns away, hiding it as he drops his towel, yanking a pair of dark briefs up over his thighs. I watch as his back ripples with his movements, ass clenching before he covers it up.
“No, Lily,” he says, amused, sliding a pair of gray sweats on next. “I wasn’t living in my car.”
“So?” My demand is rough with impatience, and he flicks a wide-eyed look at me. As he catches sight of my expression, his face softens. He approaches, his chest bare and the rings jostling softly against each other on the chain. I watch them, transfixed, a strange tightening in my chest.
He makes a small noise, and I look up, catching a thoughtful expression on his face. “I didn’t want to find another place, not whenI still had hope.” He lifts his shoulder in another shrug, offering me a sweet smile.
My lashes flutter, shuttering my expression, hating that I need to ask, “Where have you been sleeping, then?”
His expression falls with realization, even as he shakes his head. “Come on, Lil. You know me better than that.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, he looks away, pressing his lips into a tight line. “Ignore that.” He takes another step forward and pulls me into his arms, my face pressed against his chest. “I’m an idiot sometimes.”
