Page 26 of Declan (Men of Clifton, Montana #53)

“If that’s what you want,” she whispered, her eyes reflecting the firelight.

“It is,” he affirmed, his jaw set in a determined line.

“Alright.” She cupped his cheek in her hand, her thumb gently brushing against his stubble. “I’m not going home tonight.”

“You’re damn right you’re not,” Declan growled, a fierce possessiveness flashing in his eyes. He stood, his hand outstretched toward her.

She placed her hand in his, and he led her to his bedroom, the air thick with anticipation.

The room was a furnace of desire, the heavy breaths mingling in the air like a symphony of longing.

They clawed at each other’s clothes, their movements urgent and desperate, as if every second apart was a moment wasted.

He slid his fingers between her slick slit, teasing her swollen clitoris until she gasped, her moans vibrating through his body and making his cock throb with an aching need.

His voice was a low growl, rough with lust, “Damn, you’re so wet, so ready for me. ..”

He lifted her effortlessly, placing her on the bed as if she were a precious treasure.

Her eyes were wide and dark with desire; her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.

He knelt before her, his breath hot on her thighs as he pushed her legs apart, exposing her to his hungry gaze.

He dipped his head, his tongue darting out to lap at her slit, her taste exploding on his tongue like a forbidden fruit.

She tasted like sin and satisfaction, and he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he devoured her, his tongue exploring her.

She writhed beneath him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tried to pull him closer, her hips bucking in a desperate dance of desire.

He slowly kissed his way up her body, his lips tracing a path of fire on her skin.

When he reached her lips, he paused, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip, his eyes locked on hers.

“I need to hear you tell me how much you want me,” he demanded, his voice a low rumble of barely contained passion.

“I want you so much, Declan. More than anything in this world,” she admitted, her voice low and husky, a sultry melody that sent shivers down his spine.

He groaned, as he leaned in to claim her mouth, his tongue plunging between her lips like a conquering hero.

She moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair as she surrendered to his kiss, her body melting against his.

She sucked on his tongue, making him moan, a primal sound that echoed in the depths of his chest.

He pulled away, his eyes locked on her, a storm of desire raging within them. “I’m so hard for you,” he said, his voice harsh with need. “I ache for you, Elise. Every part of me craves every part of you.”

She pressed against his shoulders, forcing him to roll onto his back, before leaning down, her lips parting in anticipation.

He groaned as her wet, velvety mouth enveloped his cock, her tongue dancing around the sensitive ridge, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

He could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening as she expertly worked his cock with her mouth, sucking on him hard.

He pulled away, his breathing ragged and desperate as he fought to regain control.

With a gentle but firm touch, he pushed her back onto the bed, his hands roaming over her curves like a sculptor admiring his masterpiece. He positioned himself between her legs, his body trembling with anticipation. “I’m not sure I can do this easy,” he growled, his voice a low, primal rumble.

“I don’t want easy, Declan.” She looked into his eyes, her own burning with desire. “Take me hard, please.”

He groaned again, the sound resonating deep within his chest as he rolled on a condom, then settled between her legs. He looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of love and lust. “I love you so much, Elise. I always will, no matter what.”

He inched into her, allowing her to adjust to his size, then began to thrust, his hips slamming into hers with a fierce, relentless rhythm.

She moaned, her nails digging into his ass, leaving half-moon marks as she met him thrust for thrust. The room filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in sync.

He could feel her orgasm building, her body tightening around his cock like a vice as she cried out his name, a symphony of pleasure and desperation.

“Damn it, Elise, I’m not going to last,” he said, his voice harsh and strained.

She cried out, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm as she climaxed, clenching around his cock.

He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he felt himself reaching the edge of ecstasy.

When he came, he pressed his lips to hers, groaning deep in his throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated release.

She moaned, her body trembling as she came again, their orgasms merging into a single, explosive wave of pleasure.

They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat as the room cooled around them.

He rolled off her, his arms wrapping around her like a protective shield as he pulled her close.

She snuggled into his embrace, her tears falling onto his chest, mixing with his own as one slid down his cheek, a silent testament to their shared pain.

Declan awoke and reached for Elise, but the spot was empty. Sitting up, he turned on the lamp on the nightstand.

“Elise?”

He stood, found his jeans, pulled them on, then walked out to the living room to find it empty. Had she left? Without telling him?

As he entered the kitchen, he flipped on the light, walked toward the fridge to get a bottle of water, when he saw a note against the coffee maker. Taking a deep breath, he picked it up and unfolded it. A lump formed in his throat as he read it…

Declan,

I’m terribly sorry for slipping away in the middle of the night, and I hold onto hope that you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. The thought of looking into your eyes in the morning and witnessing the pain reflected there was more than I could bear.

I have no desire to go to New York, but as I lay awake for hours after you fell asleep, I realized that despite my heart’s protest, I need to prove something to both of us.

I do love ballet, yet my love for you surpasses that.

Clifton is where my heart feels at home, where I long to be, because you’re here.

But I’ll go, though it feels absurd to leave when everything my heart desires is right here.

The thought of leaving you breaks my heart, but if by me going will ease your doubts about where I truly belong, then I’ll do it for you. I have nothing to prove to myself, for my heart knows the truth. You’re the one who must understand that my desires are clear. All I want is you.

All my love,

Elise

He folded the paper again, placed it on the counter, then walked to the living room and sat in the recliner.

His heart ached knowing he’d probably never see her again.

He had never felt this kind of pain before and he knew, without a doubt, that it would take a long time to get over her.

As he leaned his head back, tears rolled down his cheeks.