Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 89572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I swallow hard. He’s silent. Completely in control as he waits for me to make the decision. He doesn’t try to convince or talk me into anything.
The choice is all mine.
Not being with him feels like a mistake future me will regret a whole lot more than if I end up branded in new locations.
“I want you,” I whisper.
He presses his palms to my cheeks and leans down, brushing a kiss over my lips. Soft at first, then harder and more demanding. I angle my head, desperate for more.
Warmth and desire like I’ve never experienced rushes through my limbs, arrowing straight between my thighs.
Declan breaks the kiss, his breath hot against my ear. “You sure?” His low rumbling voice is laced with so much restraint it makes my need for him even sharper.
Words fail me, so I nod frantically instead.
I slide my hands up his chest, allowing my fingertips to only graze the edges of his ink. The horse on his shoulder shifts again, its mane rippling as if caught in a breeze. A shiver of excitement races down my spine, not from fear, but from the raw power of Declan. This curse isn’t a story or a myth I’m investigating. It’s alive, pulsing between us like an otherworldly heartbeat.
He effortlessly lifts me and I let out a yelp. Cool sheets brush my heated skin. He covers me in an instant, his body so warm, solid, and unyielding. He drags kisses down my neck, teeth grazing enough to send sparks skittering across my nerves. I arch into him, digging my fingers into his shoulders. My skin tingles where the mark glows, heat radiating from my arm like it’s feeding off the energy between us—electric pulses that match the throb building between my thighs.
“Declan,” I gasp. My voice breaks as he trails his hand down my side, his thumb brushing the curve of my hip. He pauses, eyes locking on mine—searching, like he’s memorizing every flicker of want on my face.
“I can be gentle,” he says, his voice rough but edged with a protectiveness that tightens my chest.
“I’m a sturdy girl.” I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him closer. “Just be yourself.”
He lets out a tortured groan and slides his hand lower, fingers teasing, then circling my clit until I’m writhing beneath him, pinned by his much larger body and talented fingers.
“Declan.” I pant short, harsh breaths. The mark on my arm pulses hotter, a strange warmth blooming where his skin meets mine.
“Can you come for me again, just like this?” He nuzzles my neck, dragging his lips against the sensitive skin and lets out a seductive, “Hmmm?”
A hushed giggle escapes me. “Let’s find out.”
He smiles against my neck but thankfully doesn’t tease me.
I angle my hips up and he kisses me again. “Good girl.”
He continues circling my clit with his fingers. Slowly increasing the pressure until I’m wound tight with the deep, desperate need to come.
“I’m close,” I whisper. “So close.”
“I know.” He kisses my neck again. “What do you need? Tell me.”
“More.” I grip his arm and grind myself against his hand harder.
Even with my pleading and begging, he takes his time, slowly working me closer and closer to the edge. With the next flick of his thumb, I finally fall. The tension unwinds in a tidal wave of pleasure, my body arching off the bed.
“That’s it,” he groans as if he’s enjoying my orgasm as much as I am. “God, I love the way you come.”
My mind’s too blank to think of a single retort.
He keeps going, drawing out the pleasure until I’m boneless and panting.
“That…that was...” I close my eyes, unable to complete a full sentence.
“Good, I hope,” he says with a cocky lilt in his voice. He withdraws his fingers, leaving me aching for more.
He reaches for the nightstand, searching through the drawer. I tip my head back and study his intense, bordering on desperate expression. Feeling bold, I reach down and curl my fingers around him, slowly stroking. Not that he needs help staying hard. The man’s harder than an oak tree.
A groan rumbles through his chest, and he briefly closes his eyes while still sifting through the drawer. Finally, he grips a foil square between two fingers, brings it to his mouth, and rips it open with his teeth.
“Thank fuck,” he mutters.
“Hurry,” I whisper, helping him roll the condom on.
He drags his cock through my wetness and groans. “Easy. We’ve got all night.”
“Then kiss me.” I hook my arm around his neck, dragging him closer. Pleasure ripples over me as our lips touch and his tongue strokes mine. I slide my hands over his shoulders and over his back. Slowly, he eases inside and I gasp into his mouth.
“Good?” He pauses, staring down at me.
I nod quickly, my hair tangling under my body, trapping my movements.