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Chapter 25

Declan

Hannah’s soft body presses against mine as our tongues explore each other’s mouths, and there’s something in the way she kisses me that makes my blood ignite. We’ve kissed several times now, but never like this. This kiss is laced with a sense of certainty and purpose that makes my heart race.

I wrap my arms around her, walking us the rest of the way into her apartment before kicking the door closed behind us. My phone drops to the carpet as Hannah releases it, but I don’t give a shit about that. I can replace my phone, but there’s not another woman on the planet like her, and I want to make sure she knows that beyond a doubt.

I groan into her mouth, kissing her even deeper, and she arches her back, pushing her body against mine. It drives me fucking crazy, and my hands move instinctively to her legs. I lift her up and pin her against the nearby wall as she wraps her legs around my waist as if we’ve never been apart.

“That’s it, hummingbird,” I murmur against her lips. “You already know what to do.”

I stare into her eyes, nearly losing myself in the unadulterated fire blazing back at me. I grind against her, my cock already rock-hard in my pants.

“God, yes,” she whimpers, her head falling back against the wall. My lips move to the crook of her neck to kiss and bite at the sensitive skin there, until I reach the spot behind her ear that I remember drives her wild. She instantly arches against me, her fingers threading through my hair and scratching at my scalp.

“I told you I’d have you begging me.” I roll my hips into her, grinding harder and more urgently against her center.

Her breath catches, and her hands move to the back of my head to pull me closer. Her nails press into the base of my skull, urging me on, and when I roll my hips into her again, her body shudders beneath mine as another deep moan escapes her throat. She squeezes me with her legs, refusing to let me create any distance between our bodies, and the next time I thrust myself against her, she whimpers and presses her face into my shoulder as her body trembles.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, and I realize she’s going to come just from this. The thought makes my cock throb painfully. I keep grinding against her, hard and fast, while one hand slips up her shirt to cup her breast.

“Is this what you were thinking about in the shower?” I ask, staring right into her eyes. I pinch her nipple just as she starts to open her mouth to answer, and her expression contorts as the words that were forming turn into a desperate scream.

“Declan,” she whimpers between breaths, almost exactly the way I heard her say it in the shower.

Desire rumbles inside me, like a storm building. “ J’adore la facon don’t tu dis mon nom. Je veux que tu le fasses encore et encore ,” I say over the sound of her moaning as she falls to pieces between me and the wall. And just as the last of her climax shudders through her, I grab her by the hair to tug her head back gently, bringing her gaze back to mine.

“Say it,” I order, but she’s still so overwhelmed with pleasure that she can’t get the words out. She stares at me with dark, dilated eyes. “Tell me what you were doing in the shower. I want to hear every detail of it.”

“I was touching myself,” she says quietly as she tries to catch her breath, and I gently tug at her hair to show her that I’m not playing around. I want the truth, and I’m going to get it out of her, even if I have to coax the words out of her.

“That’s what I thought. And you were thinking about me while you did it, weren’t you, ma jolie petite salope ?” Her eyes widen at my use of the French words, almost like she knows what they mean. Or maybe she doesn’t and is just reading between the lines, but either way, I’m glad I have her attention. “Weren’t you?”

“Yes, I was,” she finally admits, swallowing hard like she’s trying to steal the words back. There’s something about the conflict in her voice that only makes me want her more. She likes this dynamic between us, and I know she does, but she can’t bring herself to admit it. That’s okay. By the time I’m done with her tonight, she’ll never be able to deny it again.

Because I’m going to have her begging me to fuck her, just like I promised her I would.

I smile and nod at her. “Good girl. Was that so hard to admit?”

The only answer I get is her cheeks turning a gorgeous dusky shade, and the sight of it pulls a growl from deep in my chest. My hand moves to her throat, and she gasps in surprise as I hold it gently but firmly. I stare into her eyes burning with all the things she can’t—or won’t—say.

“Tell me what you want, Hannah.”

“You,” she breathes, and I smirk at her before I press a kiss on her forehead, my hand still cradling her throat.

“That’s no secret. And I want you too, but if you’re going to be my good girl, then I need you to tell me whatever is on your mind. Can you do that?” She swallows and nods eagerly. “Good. Now tell me what you were thinking about when my name left your lips in that shower.”

“I was thinking about you on your knees, eating me out,” she says in a rush like some sort of dam inside her has cracked. “About the way your tongue would feel inside me, and the way I’d soak your face and chin.”

“ Fuck ,” I growl, and it takes everything I have not to drop to my knees in front of her right now to do exactly that. But I need to be patient. I can’t just give her what she wants—she needs to work for it, to prove to me how much she wants it.

My hand moves from her throat up to her jaw to cup it. I turn her face side to side, drinking in every detail.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” She doesn’t answer, just continues breathing heavily against me like she’s fighting for control. “But you know when you look the most beautiful?”

She shakes her head slightly, keeping her eyes trained on mine. I lean closer to her until my lips brush against her ear.

“When you’re sitting on my face,” I whisper, and my cock swells along with the goosebumps that ripple down her neck.

She moans and arches away from the wall, grinding her dampened pants against mine and making my cock throb painfully. I’m so turned on by her that I feel like I could burst, and I want—no, need —to be inside her again so fucking badly, but not until she’s so desperate for me that she’s pleading with me to get her off just to make the ache stop. I want her so fucking worked up and wet that even the slightest touch threatens to send her over the edge.

And then I want to watch her fall to pieces.

“I know exactly what you need,” I tell her, nodding.

She looks a little confused for a moment, then comprehension dawns in her eyes, and I swear I can see something ignite behind her pupils as they dilate instantly in response.

“Please,” she whispers, trapping her lower lip between her teeth while she squeezes my waist with her legs and rolls her hips against my cock.

“Louder,” I tell her, moving my hands to her hips to hold her in place while I grind my clothed cock across the growing wet spot in her pants.

I already know she wants me—her body is doing all the talking for her—but I want her to own her desire, to tell me how badly she wants this. I want to shatter those walls she’s gotten so good at putting up.

“ Please ,” she moans as her head falls back, her voice raw with desire.

I drag my cock back and forth over where her clit is throbbing beneath the fabric, and her eyes flutter as she writhes underneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, what?”

Her head snaps forward again, and her eyes lock with mine. She has an almost primal look, and my heart thunders at the sight. “Please fuck me,” she says firmly, never looking away from me, and something inside me snaps. I couldn’t resist her now even if I wanted to, so I claim her mouth with mine and she moans against me as she winds her hands in my hair again.

We part a few seconds later, breathless, and she chases after me, biting at my lip like she can’t stand for me not to touch her, not to have my lips on hers.

“I’m going to do so much more than fuck you, hummingbird,” I tell her and pull her away from the wall, holding her up by her thighs.

She locks her arms around my neck and kisses me again as I walk us toward her bedroom. It’s dark inside, but out of the corner of my eye, I see a cat rocket off her bed and dart out before I lay her down on her back. She looks up at me with a hunger that turns my blood to fire, and I’m on her in a second, removing her clothes with reckless abandon to reveal her beautiful body before kissing every single inch of her silky skin I can get my mouth on.

When she’s down to nothing but her panties, I move off the bed to kneel between her legs. I hover there for a second, admiring how wet she is already and the way her legs are trembling with excitement, then bury my face in her heat, grinding my nose and mouth against it through her panties. She lets out a long moan as her head falls back onto the bed, and she cups her breasts, teasing her own nipples as I rip her panties away from her body.

She’s even more beautiful than I remember. Her pussy glistens with her arousal, and a groan rumbles out of me when my gaze lands on something I don’t remember being there before—she got her clit hood pierced.

A small, silver ring dangles horizontally from it, sparkling in the dim light coming from the living room. I was already so hard it hurt, but seeing this makes my heart hammer and pre-cum pulse from my cock. I grip myself through my pants to get myself under control, and when I look up at Hannah, she’s gazing down the line of her body at me.

“When did you get this?” I ask as I very gently drag a finger across the ring. It must be sensitive as hell because she jumps in surprise and sucks in a sharp breath. When she stabilizes, she shrugs.

“Not too long ago. About a month.”

“Mm, no wonder it’s still so sensitive,” I say as I brush the very tip of my finger against the skin around the piercing. She shudders and the sheets twist in her fists.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers, and I swear I could come just from teasing her like this and watching her reactions. It’s un-fucking-believably hot, so I don’t stop, I just keep slowly dragging my finger around and across the piercing. My cock jumps in my pants every time she jolts or squirms, and when I notice wetness glistening on her folds, my mouth waters.

“What made you get this?” I ask, my voice rough with need.

“I was just trying to live a little. You know, for me.”

There’s nothing she could’ve said that would turn me on more than that. I was already absolutely fucking ravenous for her, but desire coils tighter in my gut and my hand instinctively reaches for one of the many pillows she has stacked on the bed. I lift her easily and wedge the pillow under the small of her back, putting her pussy at the perfect angle.

“There we go, that’s right where I want you,” I say and slide my tongue over her piercing. She whimpers and grips my head with both her hands as if my mouth on her is almost too intense for her to handle.

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” she says when I glance up at her.

My smirk deepens. “I promise I know exactly what you need, but it’s been way too long since I tasted this sweet pussy. And I can’t wait to play with that gorgeous piercing.”

I flick my tongue against it again, sending her tumbling back against the mattress with a cry of pleasure. I shake my head to free it from her grip, then lower my open mouth onto her pussy, taking all of her in. My tongue swirls around her piercing, and when she arches her hips in response, I get so fucking hard that it’s painful.

I don’t know how much longer I can wait to get inside her, but I’m enjoying tasting and teasing her like this so much that I don’t give a damn. The longer I wait, the more I can build her pleasure, the better it will be for both of us when I finally slide into her.

When my tongue drags up her wet folds, pushing them apart to find her clit, she lets out a ragged moan and wraps her legs around my neck, squeezing me with her toned thighs like a vise and pressing my face even deeper into her.

Now that my mouth is on her, she doesn’t seem to want it to end any more than I do. I flatten my tongue and drag it in long, slow circles around her clit, then suck it gently between my teeth to hold it in place and tease it with flicks of my tongue.

“Oh my god,” Hannah whimpers breathlessly, and I feel her tensing beneath me like she’s already getting close, like she’s using every ounce of will she has to hold herself back.

“Tell me how badly you want to come,” I order her as I drag my tongue from her clit up to her hood piercing and ever so gently use my teeth to tug on it.

But the only thing that comes out of her mouth is a ragged moan as an orgasm crashes over her and her legs wrap tighter around my neck, burying my face in her pussy as she soaks it.

I’m in heaven, and I never want to come up for air.