Page 135 of Rising Out of the Darkness
With a heavy sigh, my forehead fell against his shoulder, and his arms cinched around me. I placed my shaky hands against his hard chest, trying to block out the feeling of his heartbeat. When I pushed away this time, his arms dropped beside him, letting me free.
“Thank you,” I whispered, “for all of this.” I gestured at the dazzling night sky I’d created surrounding us.
“That was all you, love.” His voice low, pain dripping off each word.
I turned around and made my way towards the doors. The silence was unbearably heavy as I hurried my steps. I had to get away from here before I collapsed under the weight of it all. Grabbing the door, I swung it wide open. No more looking back, it was time to go.
Declan’s palm slammed against the door, sealing it shut. Faster than I could think, he spun me around and crashed his lips onto mine. At first, I tried to pull away, but his body cagedme in. His thick chest pressed against mine as his fingers dug into the sides of my waist, holding me in place.
This kiss was rough. Intense. Desperate. My knees went weak when his tongue brushed across the seam of my lips, silently begging me to open myself up to him again. To let him in.
So I did. I let myself plummet into the abyss, the unknowns of our future be damned. For once, I was going to savor just this moment.
Our kiss deepened into something passionate, obliterating. My body barely managed to stay upright. Sensing me melting against the door, he lifted my legs up and secured them around his waist.
One of my hands fisted in Declan’s chestnut waves, the other twisted around the bottom of his tunic, pulling him closer into me. As I tugged, my body slipped down, causing me to rub against the hard bulge beneath his pants. A guttural growl rumbled against my lips as his palm dug into my thigh, tugging me back up his waist. My thighs clenched around him as his length brushed against my heated core.
Swallowing my surprised moan, he continued to rub against my center, driving me out of my mind. The only thoughts I had at this moment were about Declan and the ways in which I could have more of him.
Sweeping his giant palm through my hair, he tilted my head to the side, peppering kisses down my neck. Down my collarbone, over the top of my chest, he created a delicious trail that my dynamis followed. His hot breath hovered over the sensitive tip of my breast. Even through my tunic, I could feel a devious smile grow, before he covered it with his mouth and sucked.
“Oh, gods…” I gasped.
A delighted rumble hummed from deep within his throat. His lips slammed onto mine again, and we lost ourselves,tangled deep in each other’s arms. Every movement was desperate, frantic, passionate. It was as though we both thought that this might be the last time we would be able to do this.
Sealing one more kiss onto my bruised lips, he inched back. The sounds of our breaths filled the silence.
Our eyes locked. Declan’s had become almost as black as the room itself.
“Do you trust me, love?” he whispered.
I scoffed, and the space between his eyebrows crinkled.
“Do. You. Trust. Me?”
His words were more forceful this time, squeezing out through clenched teeth. The question rattled inside my mind.Do I?
My pulse raced at the same pace as the thoughts that started to flood back into my mind. Once, I had trusted him, but now I wasn’t entirely sure.
He kept unraveling the tight threads of myself that I’d been desperately trying to keep hold of all my life. However, right now, with him I felt invincible and safe. Even with all the anger, all the frustration, all the unknowns, I was still grasping onto the hope that he wouldn’t ever let me fall.
With a shallow exhale, I met his eyes and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Anticipation began to build as his grip around me tightened. He lowered me to the ground.
Terrified I’d done something wrong, I pulled my teeth between my bottom lip and bit down. He had yet to move away. Both of his hands still created a bruising ache around my hips.
He peered up at the ceiling, as if trying to collect his thoughts. Watching his throat bob up and down, I licked my lips. Never had I thought that something like that could be alluring, but I was about to slowly melt into a puddled mess.
Declan lowered his heated gaze back towards me, his eyes roving up and down my body, looking for any reservations thatI might still be holding. When I returned my own fiery gaze, his shoulders eased. An excruciatingly slow smirk spread across his lips.
“Good girl.”
His silky voice purred into my ear, shoving all my thoughts out of my head once more. Lips brushed against mine, each kiss more tender than those before.
One hand swirled against the flesh of my stomach before making its way up towards my breast. A thumb caressed the underside of one breast as his other hand fell underneath the top of my leggings. The unexpected intrusion caused me to jump, breaking our kiss for a moment. With his forehead resting against mine, he sighed deeply.
“Trust me, love. Let me make you feel as amazing as you make me feel every day.” His words came out in short rasps.
