Page 174 of A Convenient Secret

Without hesitation, I grip his hair and force him to look at me. “Have me, wreck me, own me, but first, kiss me finally.”

His pupils dilate, and then his lips are on me, and the sound that comes out of me is feral.

Declan devours my mouth like it’s the first meal he’s had after a long time of starvation—savoring it, pacing his attack, but making sure he enjoys every single moment.

The kiss ignites every nerve in my body. I jerk his belt, trying to unbuckle it while I bite his lip.

“Someone is needy.” He chuckles.

“I need you inside me, Declan, I need it. Now.” I practically yell at him.

“Lift.”

I push off the counter and he grips my dress, sliding it down without grace. It ends up on the floorbeside his jacket. I kick off my shoes while I concentrate on his tie and buttons.

It feels inadequately long before his shirt is off, and I attack his collarbone. “I missed you,” I breathe.

“Don’t ever walk out on us.”

“Don’t ever give me a reason.”

He lowers his lips to my nipple and bites hard. I yelp, but the pain provokes lust to spread through my body, coiling in my core.

“Show me how ready you are for me.” He straightens, his eyes burning with need. “Slide your fingers into your panties, Seagull, and show me how much you need me.”

I lick my lips and do as he says, groaning at the contact of my own fingers with my sensitive center.

Declan grips the counter like he needs purchase to control himself. God, I love making this man lose it.

“Now show me,” he growls.

I lift my hand to my lips, smearing some of my arousal on my bottom lip.

“Fuck, Lily. If you only knew what you do to me.” He takes my hand and licks my fingers. “Mine.”

“Always.”

He pulls out his cock, already glistening with pre-cum. It seems larger than I remember, but I have no time to hesitate, because Declan ripsoff my panties and yanks me to the edge. Guiding his tip inside me, he thrusts in an inch.

We both groan.

“Don’t go slowly. Take me like you hate me, Declan.”

I don’t know where the words come from. Perhaps the agony of the past weeks and his absence inspired my need.

“I love it when you ask for what you want. And you should have everything you desire, Seagull.” He thrusts in, burying himself deep inside me, and we both groan.

I look down at where we’re connected, and Declan starts moving, both of us entranced by the connection of our bodies.

“Look how well you take me, baby.” He lifts my chin and kisses me.

Things escalate quickly, and the room fills with our slapping bodies, moans and sighs, while Declan fucks me in our new kitchen.

He dominates the pace, the timing, and really, the entire experience, and I love every moment. Because that’s who we are. I make him lose control, and he helps me find mine.

Declan lifts me and moves us to the island in the middle of the room. “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”

My back hits the cold marble, and Declan’s hand snakes under me, his finger prodding my other hole. My eyes snap at him. He’s already searching for consent.