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I smiled. I loved the power I had over him. I loved how much he wanted me.
I straddled him and lined myself up. And then I carefully lowered myself onto his throbbing cock. Thanks to Yael, my legs were super strong now, and I needed it, because the sight of this naked god under my spell was making my thighs shake.
I felt every centimeter of his length, and I sank deeper and deeper, taking as much as I could. When I reached the base, I stopped and exhaled, holding his lusty gaze. I flattened my hands on his chest to steady me as I adjusted to his thickness. Then, I started to slowly rock.
Every cell in my body was on fire. My nerve endings sang with the exquisite fullness.
I had never experienced this before. I had never encountered this feeling. This total fulfillment, both physically and emotionally. Declan was giving me everything he had, and it was perfect. We were perfect together.
I rocked gently at first, gathering steam as I grinded myself on his pelvic bone and let the pleasure flutter through me. He used those large, rough hands to grab my ass and squeeze as I rode him.
He stared at me the entire time, his eyes hooded in lust, so focused on me.
I was not much of an exhibitionist. Most of the time, I didn’t want to be seen. I was insecure about my body and my performance. My sexual partners in the past hadn’t been this… intense. Sometimes it felt as if I wasn’t really there.
But Declan was different. We were on the same wavelength, totally in sync as I rode him faster and faster. He leaned up and bit my nipples and I screamed. His hands were everywhere, on my neck, breasts, and ass. He started to rise up to meet my thrusts, and the deeper sensations totally put me over the edge.
I couldn’t contain it anymore. “You are so beautiful,” he grunted. I could tell he was trying to hold back, to wait for me, and it turned me on more.
I cried out as I continued to ride him, my perfectly styled hair flying everywhere and my breasts bouncing in all their medium-sized glory. I came apart and screamed as my orgasm ripped through me, tearing through every cell in my body.
Declan sat up as I rode the aftershocks, and stood as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me effortlessly over to the wide windows that looked out at the Boston skyline. He pinned me to the wall, still thrusting, and kissed me deeply.
I clung to him as his thrusts accelerated, pressure building within me.
“You are mine,” he growled into my neck.
“Yes. Yes,” I cried. “I am yours.”
I was completely helpless in his arms, as his thrusts grew wild, sending me to new heights. And then we crashed, together, over the edge. We stood, panting and sweaty, looking out at the view of the Boston skyline, and I knew something had shifted and things would never be the same.
30
DECLAN
The Grand BostonianHotel was the nicest place I had ever seen. The grand ballroom looked like it had been flown in from Versailles. Opulent draperies and ornate woodwork crowded every space. The walls were painted robin’s egg blue to set off the arches and swirls in the wood. The ceilings had to be twenty feet high, and large crystal chandeliers hung at regular intervals throughout the vast room.
Our hotel room escapades had managed to help Astrid relax a bit, but now I was the nervous one. Could I do this? Blend in with this world?
Callum had worked his magic and gotten me the perfect tuxedo. I could have rented, but he insisted that if I was getting serious with Astrid that it was a wise purchase. It felt silly, decadent even, to buy a tuxedo. I was not that kind of guy, but it felt like an investment in my future and an investment in our relationship. And I was more than willing to make it.
I had my beard trimmed yesterday and was raring to go. My dad had even dropped off my grandfather’s cufflinks for luck. As much as we were butting heads right now, I loved the gesture. Not that I would ever admit it. We basically exchanged grunts on the front porch, but it felt good to know my parents had my back with Astrid.
I was not prepared for the goddess who had returned to my house this afternoon. Astrid got out of the car in the same sweats she left in, but she was transformed. Her hair was shorter and choppier, showing off some of her gorgeous neck, and it was sexy as hell. Her eyes were all smoky and mysterious and her lips ruby red.
Now, everywhere I looked I saw middle-aged people in tuxedos and evening gowns sipping champagne. Uniformed waiters circulated with fancy silver trays of fussy-looking finger foods. A string quartet played softly but beautifully in the background.
It was glittery and fancy and so not my scene. My social anxiety was not great on a good day, but in a fancy ballroom filled with lawyers? It was at an all-time high.
On the bright side, all I had to do was take one look at my girl, and I knew I belonged. Astrid was beautiful, there was no denying that. But tonight she was so much more. She looked strong and powerful and regal. Her skin glowed and her muscles flexed, and I could tell she was ready for this. She looked like a warrior princess. And she was mine. At least for tonight.
I was proud of how far she had come. The first night she asked me to be her fake date, she seemed terrified of this event. Now, looking at her, I knew she was ready to crush this.
We turned some heads as we entered. It didn’t help that Astrid was wearing a bright purple gown and my hair was longer than hers. I knew we were a striking couple, but in this crowd we really stood out.
We found our table number and headed over to one of the Burns & Glenn tables.
“Astrid,” shrieked a mousy woman with a severe bob haircut. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”
