Page 20 of A Kiss to Remember
As were the words that ordered her back on the bed, heels to the edge of the mattress.
She shuddered, excitement and vulnerability dueling inside her as she lay exposed to him, evidence of her overwhelming desire for him evident in her soaked flesh, in the damp panel of her underwear.
Teeth nipped at her sensitive inner thigh, and she jerked at the sensation and the taut anticipation of his mouth giving her what she so desperately hungered for.
“Shh,” he soothed, brushing a caress over the tender area. “Tell me I can have you, Remi.” He grazed his fingertips over her folds, and she gasped at the featherlight touch, arching into it. Her hands fisted the covers at her hips, needing something to anchor her.
“Have me, Declan.” She bit her lip, trapping anything else that would’ve spilled forth without her permission. “Please have me.”
Without further prodding, he stripped her panties off and dived into her.
He tongued a path up her folds, swirling and licking. Sucking. No part of her remained a mystery to him. She dived her hands into his hair, clutching the strands and holding on as he lapped at her, his ravenous growl vibrating over her flesh and through her sex.
Two thick fingers pressed against her entrance then inside her, stretching her, filling her. She cried out, grinding against his hand, his mouth. Pleasure struck her, bolt after bolt streaking through her. And as his lips latched on to her clit, and his tongue flicked and circled the pulsing nub, she curled into him, breathless,aching.
Declan rubbed a place high inside her, and she exploded, came so hard black crept into the edges of her vision. She tumbled back to the bed, her breath a harsh rasp in her lungs, her bones liquefied. Dimly, she was aware of Declan standing at the foot of the bed and the whisper of clothes sliding over skin.
The mattress dipped, and she focused on the gorgeous sexual beast crouched above her. While she silently watched, he tore open a silver packet, removed a condom and sheathed himself. Andoh God...
Renewed lust fluttered, then flowed inside her in a molten rush. A cock shouldn’t be lovely, but then again, this was Declan. It didn’t seem possible that anything about him could be less than perfect. Including his dick. And long, thick, with a flared, plum-shaped head, he was indeedperfect. And mouthwatering. Before her mind could send the message to her body, she was reaching for him...
“No, sweetheart.” He caught her wrist, bending down to crush an openmouthed kiss to the palm. “I want to make it inside you. Sit up.”
He didn’t wait for her to comply but tugged on the hand he held. Quickly, he divested her of her bra and dipped his head, sucking a beaded nipple into his mouth. Cradling her, he lifted her breasts, his thumbs circling the tip he hadn’t treated himself to yet. Yet.
She clawed at his shoulders, tipping her head back, those pulls of his mouth echoing in her sex. Where she needed him. Now.
“Declan,” she whispered. Pleaded.
“Take me in, Remi.” He took her hand, wrapped it around him. “You take me.”
She did.
Raising her hips, she guided him to her, notched him at her entrance. And cupping his firm ass, welcomed him inside her.
Their twin groans saturated the air.
She’d thought his fingers had filled her. No, they’d just prepared her for this... Possession. This branding.
Never had she felt sowhole.
Slipping his arms under her shoulders, he gathered her close, and she did the same to him. Clinging to him. He held himself still, allowing her to become accustomed to the size and width of him. And yes, she needed those few moments. But as a fine shiver rippled through his body, she nuzzled the strong line of his jaw, nipping it.
“Move,” she urged, flexing her hips against him. “Your turn to take me.”
Tangling his fingers in her hair, he tilted her head back and claimed her mouth just as he claimed her body.
Over and over, he tunneled deep, burying his cock inside her, marking her as his. She undulated and arched beneath him, giving even as she accepted. The slap of skin on skin, the musk of sex, the damp release of sex greeting sex punctuated the room, creating music for their bodies’ erotic dance. Each thrust, each grind, each growled word of praise shoved her closer to the edge, and she flitted close, then scampered back, not wanting this to end. Needing to be in this moment, in this space with him forever, but the pleasure—the mind-bending, body-aching pleasure—wouldn’t permit that.
He reached between them, rubbed a thumb over the rigid bundle of nerves cresting the top of her sex. The scream building inside her was more than a voice; it was physical. And when he pistoned into her once, twice, three times, her body gave it sound.
She flew apart.
Her body. Her mind. Her soul.
Pieces of her scattered, and she doubted she could possibly be whole again.
As he stiffened above her, his hoarse growl of pleasure rumbling against her chest and in her ear, she gave in to the darkness closing in on her.
