Page 113 of Carnal Urges
“So what do you think?”
I’m standing in the middle of a master bedroom larger than my entire apartment, staring through floor-to-ceiling windows at rolling sand dunes and the restless sea beyond. It’s dark outside, but a bright moon floods the beach with ghostly light and reflects off the water. Waves crash onto the shore with repeated, muffled booms.
I say quietly, “I think it’s the most beautiful home I’ve ever seen.”
Declan comes up silently from behind and wraps his strong arms around me. He kisses the side of my neck, tickling my skin with his beard. In a husky voice, he says, “I’m glad you like it.”
My laugh is faint. “I mean, it’s a little on the small side. And who could sleep with all the racket from the ocean? That’s so not relaxing.”
He chuckles. “Everything you need is already here. Clothes. Toiletries. Rabbit food. Anything else you want, just tell me.”
I close my eyes and draw a steadying breath. Every minute Ispend with this man challenges my equilibrium. “Thank you. I’m… overwhelmed.”
He pulls my head back and takes my mouth, kissing me hungrily, his arm like a vise. When I tremble, he kisses me harder. I lean into him with a sigh, and he wraps a hand around my throat.
“I’m gonna give you everything, baby. Everything in the whole world.”
His voice is hot and rough. He spins me around and grabs my ass, pulling me against his chest. Then he kisses me again, this time with more intention. As he walks me backward toward the bed, his erection digs into my hip.
I break the kiss, laughing. “We just had sex two hours ago.”
“I’m gonna tie you up and make you come on my face. Are you complaining?”
“Your face? You know I said I had a tampon in.”
“It won’t be in the way of my tongue.”
Thrilled by the need in his voice, I say, “That’s very dirty, sir. And very hot.”
“I love the way you taste. A little cotton plug won’t stop me from putting my mouth on you.”
We stop at the edge of the bed. He pulls off the jacket I’m wearing and tosses it aside. My shirt follows. He strips me out of the rest of my clothes and pushes me to a sitting position on the lovely white silk duvet.
Unlike his bachelor pad, this home is done entirely in shades of white and champagne, with touches of aqua and blush in the artwork and accessories. All the fixtures and finishes are in subtle, burnished gold. It’s a very beachy house, and a feminine one.
Maybe Martha Stewart needed a quick extra dozen million or two.
Declan takes my chin firmly in his hand. Staring up at him with a hammering heartbeat, I lick my lips, my nipples tightening. Heat pulses between my legs.
He doesn’t speak as he unbuckles his belt with his free hand, sliding it through the belt loops until he’s standing there with it dangling by his side.
“Say it again.”
His voice has changed. I recognize it, this dominant tone. I know what he wants.
“Sir.”
“Ask me to spank you.”
“Please spank me, sir.”
“Are you sore from earlier from my hand?”
“Yes, sir. It doesn’t matter. I want more.”
“And you’re going to get more, baby. You’ll get as much as you can take.”
His eyes are so needy and dark, so frighteningly beautiful. My pulse goes from skipping to pounding painfully. He leans down and kisses me ferociously, his fingers twisted in my hair.
