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Declan gripped my hips and raised them up a fraction as he got to his knees on the mattress. The new position put distance between us, and I inwardly pouted about it. However, it allowed him to fuck me deeper, so I didn’t mind it for long.

I stared up at him, admiring the sheer strength of him.

He was a considerate lover, but he was a beast, as well. He started an easy rhythm with his hips, his cock moving in and out of me, filling my hole like no man ever had before.

My eyes rolled back as he nudged my spot. I ran a hand down his smooth chest, wanting to feel him in every way possible.

“Like that, baby?” Declan pumped into me hard and slow.

“Uh huh,” I answered, and it came out more like a breathy gasp.

The phrasefucked my brains outused to seem like some over-exaggeration to explain great sex. However, I finally understood it as Declan pounded into me. The bed banged against the wall in a steady wave of thumps, he grunted, I whimpered, and I forgot my own fucking name.

“Faster,” I begged as I felt that familiar creeping of warmth down my spine. My thigh muscles ached, so did my abs as they clenched.

Declan cupped my nape with one hand and braced himself on the wall with the other as he increased his pace, fucking me so good I couldn’t even take a breath before I started to come.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred, keeping the same rhythm. “Come for me.”

I didn’t know where thebabywas coming from, but I loved it. Hell, he could call me anything right then and I wouldn’t have minded. My mind was fogged.

“Declan,” I moaned, arching my back.

I shot my load between our bodies, and I quaked from the force of it.

Declan groaned and dropped his head to my chest as his rhythm faltered and his cock pulsed. When he came, it nearly sent me into another orgasm just from the sounds he made. Moans left his lips and his large body shook with his release.

That’s when I knew the sex noises he made in his movies were nothing but acting. Because the soundsI’ddrawn from him were guttural and out of this world amazing. So much better than the orgasms he’d faked on camera.

He gathered me in his arms afterward and held me as we lay on our sides, my back to his front.

“You set me on fire,” he murmured, pressing his face against the back of my neck.

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, other than the obvious. That the sex had been scorching.

“Pretty sure you have a magic dick, Spartan,” I said. “I’ve never been fucked so good.”

He gave a throaty laugh and tightened the arm around my midsection.

I smiled and closed my eyes, draping my arm over his. The mess on my abdomen was drying and I probably needed to get up and clean myself off, but I couldn’t find the strength to care in that moment.

When I woke up that morning, I never thought I’d be in Declan’s arms hours later. In his bed. Maybe I hadn’t gotten out of bed at all and was still sleeping, having the best dream of my life.