I pull her into my lap needing to close the invisible distance between us. She’s tense for half a breath, then she softens. She always softens for me. I bury my face in her neck and breathe her in. She doesn’t wear perfume, nothing artificial… I breathe inher.
“You think I don’t know what’s out there?” I murmur. “You think I don’t hear what Preacher’s crew does to women?”
Her body stiffens in my arms, “It’s not just Preacher,” she says quietly. “Notjusthis club.”
My jaw tightens, I don’t like what she is implying. “That’s not us.”
She doesn’t argue, but she doesn’t agree either.
I kiss her temple, her cheek, her mouth. I need her, I need to know she is with me, that we are ok. Needing to feel anchored before I ride into territory that doesn’t belong to us.
Her hands slide up my shoulders, as she kisses me back. Like she understands. She matches the intensity. Like we’re both trying to hold something in place.
When I finally lay her down, it’s not about proving anything. It’s about closeness, skin against skin. Her breath evening out under my hand.
We work in unison, stripping off our clothes. My cut is draped over the chair, and everything else is tossed on the floor.
“I need you Bex, when was the last time I was in you?”
“Too long,” she whimpers into my lips.
I don’t have patience for foreplay tonight. I need her, and she is ready for me. My fingers find her wet for me when I rub the head of my cock through her folds.
I position myself between her legs, kissing her deeply and when I finally push inside her, it's like coming home.
She instantly clenches around me, whispering my name. I hate that she feels like she needs to be quiet here. I want to hear her scream my name.
I bite her collar bone, wishing I could mark her as mine with more than just my name on her cut, my ring on her finger. I move my lipdown to her breast, knowing she loves when I drag my scruff across her skin. I kiss and suck and bite.Needing her to let go with me.
I grab her hip to angle her, needing to be deep and start to move. My pace is relentless, pounding into her. My eyes are locked on hers, the blue so crystal clear.
Flush starts to creep up her chest and neck… to her cheeks. I know she is close and I want to feel her cum all over my cock before I fill her up.
I rotate my hips and make sure to hit the spot that sets her off every time. Her eyes flare and I know I have her. Bex whimpers, biting her bottom lip trying to keep quiet.
“Declan,” she moans softly.
I love my name on her lips, love that she is the only one who says it.
I move faster, tingling already starting at the base of my spine.
It never takes me long with her, and it's not because I'm a quick trigger, it'sher, the way she feels, how intense the connection feels between us when I am in her. When the rest of the world disappears and I can be Declan with her.
I drop her hip and lower my body over hers, needing our skin touching, needing my weight pressed into her; she feels so small under me like this.
I bite one of her nipples before I settle fully over her and kiss her deeply.
Bex moans into my mouth, and I start to grind into her, long, drawn-out thrusts, and that does it. Her whole body trembles beneath me, she whimpers, and I keep kissing her, wanting to consume the sound. Needing every ounce of this.
I follow behind shortly after her, spilling deep within her, wishing she would stop taking the pill. Feeling feral and protective… like a caveman when it comes to her.
I roll us to our side, still connected, our release coating both of us. I know I should get up and clean her off, but I love that she's covered in me, in us.
She is mine, and this proves it.
Exhaustion wins and she falls asleep curled against my chest.
I stay for longer than I should.