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DECLAN

I ’m certain of it now, this woman is transcendent. Not just beautiful. Not merely obedient. There’s no other way to explain the way she owns my every thought, my every breath.

She’s got this invisible grip on my soul. And I don’t want her to let go.

I trail my finger along her plush lips. She parts them instinctively. That single, silent gesture tells me everything. She’s waiting. Willing. Mine.

“So obedient. So needy for me,” I murmur, voice low and rough with heat. “Is this what you want?”

I stroke my cock in front of her in a slow and deliberate motion, an offering and a warning all at once. She nods, her eyes wide and lips trembling with anticipation.

“Please, sir.”

That’s all I need to hear.

Without breaking eye contact, I slip my hand into my pocket and press the hidden button, upping the vibration speed on the plug buried deep inside her. She thinks she can mask the reaction. But I see everything. The twitch of her thigh. The flicker in her lashes. The way her breath catches like she’s been hit with lightning.

She’s trying to be good for me. That only makes me want to ruin her more.

Wordlessly, I bend down to retrieve the Decadence Milkshake. She watches me, still and waiting, that shimmer in her eyes giving her away, she loves being under my control. That flicker of lust, of surrender, is gasoline to my fire.

I kick off my pants, but I don’t rush my movements. I’m not letting her forget who’s in charge.

“Time for you to have the real Decadence Experience,” I growl, the corners of my mouth lifting into a wicked smile.

I pop the lid off the milkshake and pour it over my cock, watching her shiver as the liquid drips down my length. I step closer, until I’m so close she can feel the heat of me.

“A taste of heaven,” I whisper, letting the final drops fall.

She doesn’t wait for permission. She parts her lips and takes me all the way in, gagging around the thick head as I hit the back of her throat.

Her warm mouth wrapped around my cold, dripping cock makes me groan; the contrast is electric, making my muscles tighten, my control flicker.

“Fuck, baby.”

I wind her hair tight around my fist, gripping hard enough to make her gasp. She’s not going anywhere. Not until I say so.

I thrust my hips forward, burying myself deeper into her throat. She gags again, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she takes it. Because she wants to take it.

Every sound, every wet, choked moan that slips from her mouth makes my body burn hotter. I’m close. Too fucking close.

Yanking her back by the hair, I look down at her, breath ragged, control barely holding.

“Lick it clean,” I order.

Her eyes glisten as I pour more of the milkshake down my shaft, just a thin stream this time. She licks every drop, her tongue slow, making sure to clean me thoroughly like the good fucking girl she is.

“Charlotte,” I growl, as she sucks the tip again, teasing the sensitive head.

“Fuck.”

She doesn’t stop. She worships me with her mouth, her tongue tracing every ridge, her lips slick and eager. When she dips lower and licks my balls, it nearly breaks me.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck!” I cry out, throwing my head back as the pleasure crashes through me like fire.

And when she takes me back in, deep and merciless, I lose the last threads of composure. I fuck her throat like I own it, because I do.

Tears run down her cheeks; her body twitches beneath me, but she stays in place. Stays open. Stays mine.

And just when I’m on the edge of spilling everything down her throat, I pull out. The sudden loss of warmth makes me groan.

I grab her face, pressing it to the floor, and she immediately lifts her ass for me, with her back arched and her thighs trembling. Desperate. Perfect.

“You gonna be a good girl and take it all for me?” I growl into her ear. “You gonna let Daddy fill this tight little pussy?”

“Y-yes. Please, sir,” she whispers, her voice so wrecked with need it makes my cock twitch.

I don’t hesitate. I drive into her in one long, punishing thrust. She’s so tight, so wet, so fucking ready for me it’s like her body was made for mine.

I grip her hips, keeping her in place as I slam into her over and over again. There’s no finesse now, just raw, primal need.

Her screams echo through the room, and I roar right along with her. This is ours, this moment. What started as a game, ended chapters of our lives and brought us here. But now, there's no need to play anymore. Not when I have everything I’ll ever need in life.

“Come for me. Let me fucking feel it.”

And then she does, clenching hard around me as her whole body shudders. Her orgasm rips through her, strangling my cock in the best possible way.

I follow with a groan, spilling into her, emptying myself completely. Letting her take every drop of me. Because she can. Because she wants to. Because I own her.

I’m still heaving, breath ragged, when I scoop her up and shift her onto my lap. Her thighs shake as she wraps herself around me.

Gently, I pull the plug from her and set it vibrating uselessly on the floor. I don’t even bother reaching for the remote. All I want is her.

I cup her face, brushing my thumb over her flushed cheek. And then I kiss her soft and savage. A kiss that speaks of everything I don’t have the strength to say aloud.

“You good, sweetheart?” I ask, my voice hoarse, my heart still thundering.

“Very.” She pouts, rocking her hips against me with a lazy kind of need.

I lean down and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking slow and deep until she arches with another soft moan.

“You’re on fire, heartbreaker.”

She smiles down at me. “I burn for you.”

I shake my head, brushing my lips over hers. “We are the flame, baby.”

I wrap my fingers gently but firmly around her throat and kiss her again, deeper this time, stealing her breath just as she takes mine.

Loving her isn’t a choice. It’s instinct. It’s survival.

Two broken souls who scorched the earth just to find each other.

This was never a coincidence.

This was inevitable.

And now, there’s no undoing it.

We are bound.

Burning.

Together, we are the inferno.

THE END.