I sink down a little so that I’m resting against him, his erection hot and hard where it nestles against my sex. He groans a little, tilts his hips so that the tip of his cock is resting right against my clit and starts to move slowly, deliciously, against me.
Seconds later, his lips close over my nipple. I gasp, arch into him, and he bites down just hard enough to send pleasure shooting through every nerve ending in my body. He laves the little hurt with his tongue, then does it again. And again.
That’s all it takes to send me over the edge I’m never very far from when Declan’s around. My body trembles, convulses, and I cry out, hold on to him even more tightly. He kisses and soothes me through the surprisingly intense orgasm even as he shifts to find the spot that will take me higher. I come again, screaming, head thrown back and breasts thrust up like some ancient pagan sacrifice.
Declan accepts the offering, his mouth closing over first one nipple, then the other as he prolongs my climax until I’m a sweaty, shuddering mess. Only then does he let the primal need inside him loose.
Dropping to his knees, he slides me gently onto the exercise mat. Strips my pants from me. Does the same to his own. Then he’s rolling me over onto my knees.
Wrapping an arm around my waist.
Pulling me back against him with less finesse than he’s ever shown before.
Thrusting into me from behind.
It’s primitive and possessive and perfect—so perfect that I climax again within seconds. Declan groans, his hands clamping down on my hips to hold me in place as he moves slow and deep inside me. Over and over and over again.
Eventually I cry out. My body is on fire, every nerve ending I have alight with so much pleasure that I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t function. There are no boundaries, no lines, nothing that tells me where I stop and he begins. It’s exhilarating and terrifying and absolutely unstoppable.
His power rises up, calls to mine, and I couldn’t stop my magic from answering even if I wanted to. My power flashes out of me, slams into his in a mingling so intense that I feel it in my soul.
Declan gasps, his hands tightening on my hips as if he needs to anchor himself, and I know he feels it, too. Desperate, delirious, but determined to take him over the edge with me this time, I reach back, grab onto the firm muscles of his ass and pull him forward, hard, so that he slams—fast and deep—inside me.
He curses, then lets go in a potent flash of light and love. He pours himself into me and it sends me into one last climax, this one more powerful than those that came before because he’s with me every step of the way.
Two
When it’s over, Declan sags against me. His chest pressed to my back. His face resting against my shoulder. His body wrapped around mine.
I love it. Love the way he surrounds me, the way I feel him in every cell, every molecule of my body. Love even more the intimacy of being held so closely by the man I know I’m falling for.
I don’t move, afraid to break the spell, and for long seconds neither does he. But eventually our skin grows sticky with dried sweat and the first fingers of dawn begin to creep through the wide, uncurtained picture window that makes up one whole wall of this place.
“I need to get to work.” I should have left already. I was tired last night, and eager to see Declan, so I left without prepping the dough for the snickerdoodle cookies. It needs to be done soon or there will be a lot of disappointed customers this morning. The cookies are one of my biggest sellers.
“I know.” He presses a soft kiss between my shoulder blades. “I’m sorry. You said you wanted to talk.”
He helps me up and for a moment, just a moment, I get another glimpse of the vulnerability in his eyes. It’s such an unfamiliar look for him that, like before, it takes me a moment to realize what it is. When I do, my heart melts just a little more. So often I feel like I’m the only one blundering around without a clue. Like Declan has all the answers to this mysterious connection we share while I don’t have an inkling. It’s nice to know that, steep as the learning curve is for me, I’m not in this alone.
“It’s fine,” I tell him as I head for the shower. “We can talk later.”
I pretend, even to myself, that I’m not relieved at the reprieve. But I am. The last thing I want to do right now is fight with Declan, but I know that it’s brewing. That it’s just a matter of time before we have a knock-down-drag-out over the ACW.
He follows me down the hall to his bedroom, which is empty save the huge bed in the center of the room. The messed-up sheets and bloodred comforter pooled on the floor are testament to the fact that Declan and I didn’t get much sleep last night. Not that I care. Being loved by him is worth any sleep I might lose out on.