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“No,” she breathes. “It feels great.” He increases the pressure on her clit as he flattens his thumb on it at the same time as he slides a second finger into her cunt. “So good.”
“Is that so?” Letting go of her shirt, he pushes himself up and moves down her body, kissing a trail down her stomach as he goes. “Lift your hips.” His command is strong, pulling her attention completely to him. She does as instructed. His free hand and a tendril of magic work together to free her from her pants and underwear. “Look at this pussy. Glistening for me.” Without waiting, he bends down, planting his face into her cunt as he removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue, plunging deep into her core. He laps up her arousal like a man starved, moaning into her pussy. The tension that has been rumbling under the surface spikes, bringing her to the edge faster than she thought possible.
His arms hook around the back of her legs, and before she asks what he’s doing, he flips them over, balancing his shoulders on the edge of the bed, with her soaked cunt hovering above him. “Sit.”
“I—but?—”
He growls at her. But it’s not frustrated. It’s hungry. “Oaks. Fucking sit on my face and come on it.” He pulls her down, and her cunt lands on his face. His tongue is already waiting, burying it into her center. Her hands splay out in front of her, helping to keep her steady as he holds her in place.
Low moans and pleas leak from her as he feasts between her legs. Hot coils of tension ride up from her clit and cunt, making her nipples harden. He shifts below her, sealing his lips around her clit, and she bucks her pussy into his face. He hums his praise, the vibration delectable. She grinds into his face again and he growls, sending more shockwaves throughout her body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Tendrils of magic slide over her legs, taking the place of his arms as two fingers pump into her. It only takes a few slow pumps as she rides him, filled with his thick digits, for her to fall over the edge.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes,” she yells as she comes on his face.
His lips release her clit, and his fingers withdraw, leaving her feeling empty, but his tongue languidly collects every last drop. “Fucking delicious,” he says, groaning into her.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” she says, her legs feeling like jelly and her breath ragged as she comes down from the clouds in which he launched her.
“Hard not to be when you sound like that. I live to hear you screaming in pleasure.”
Pushing herself up and away, she looks down at him, still glistening with her fluids. She leans down, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on him.Hottest. Thing. Ever.When she pulls away, there’s that look of admiration staring back at her. “Well, Grace. I think it’s time I get to hear what you sound like.”
“Is that so?” he asks, cheekily.
“Ab-so-fucking-lutely.” She steps back, putting distance between them, with no idea where this sudden brazenness is coming from. It always has an interesting time of showing up, that’s for sure. “Pants off.”
He stands, undoing his belt and pants. They drop to his ankles, leaving him in his boxers. Fuck whatever he’s packing there must be huge. A flush of heat rushes up her neck. Thank fuck she’s already rosy from an orgasm or else he’d think she’s embarrassed.
“Now what?” he asks, a mixture of curiosity and teasing as he palms his cock through his boxers.
“Crawl to me.”
CHAPTER41
Declan
“Crawl to me.”Hades, if she only knew what I would do for her.
Declan falls to his knees, long ago ready to submit to her. To give her anything and everything she wants. She steps back again, moving to the cushioned chair that sits in the corner. She sits, crossing those gorgeous legs, looking like the powerful woman he knows she is, even if she doesn’t yet know it herself.
Bending at the waist, he puts his hands down on the floor, keeping his eyes trained on Eliana as he crawls on his hands and knees to the siren who has completely wrecked him in the best way possible. The look on her face as he makes his way across the floor is hot as fuck, and knowing that she feels comfortable enough to play this out with him makes his rock-hard cock throb with need.
Knowing everything she’s been through, he has been careful to ensure that she has felt nothing less than cherished, and watching her now, he can see that it has worked. She’s confident. Strong. And sexy as fuck.
Stopping before Eliana, his gaze stays locked with hers, waiting for the next direction. Lifting her feet, she turns sideways in the chair, swinging her legs over the side as she arches her back over the other arm, letting her head hang down. Her eyes are so heated with desire he can feel the flames from where he kneels. “Fuck my face, Grace.”
He nearly chokes at her words. Whatever he expected, it wasn’t that. But there’s no fucking way he’s going to deny her what she wants.
Declan pushes himself up onto his knees, shuffling over so he’s within reach. His hand slides around the back of her head, winding into her loose hair. His lips crash onto hers, his tongue pillaging and claiming her as his, letting all that he has left unspoken flow into her. When he pulls away, he’s breathless and sweating harder than he was before. Her tongue slides along her bottom lip, licking remnants of her come from her lips. “I said, fuck my face.”
“Are you sure?”
“Declan, if I don’t get your dick inside me, I’m going to take matters into my own hands,” she replies, her hands drifting between her clenched thighs.
Declan stands, slipping a hand into his boxers and freeing his cock. “Well, then, I can’t leave my lady wanting, now, can I?” He moves to the side of the chair, positioning himself above her. “Open wide, Oaks.”
He swears he sees fire flash in those pretty hazel eyes of hers. She swallows, licks her lips, drops her jaw, and takes him into her hot mouth. One of his hands flies out to brace himself on the window frame beside him because, holy fucking shit, she feels amazing.
Fucking hell, his demon groans internally.
