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CHARLOTTE

Song- GODDESS, Written by Wolves

“ E yes on me. Watch what you do to me,” he commands with a dangerous edge to his tone.

I open my eyes back up and wrap my legs around his neck.

He licks all the way up to my clit, so slowly with the tip of his tongue that I shiver.

That raw hunger in his bright blue eyes sets me alight.

“I-I need to come.” My voice shakes.

I suck in a breath when he slides his fingers inside me and sucks on my clit.

“I’m not done eating you out yet, sweetheart.”

Squeezing my core muscles tight to keep me still, I let my orgasm build. With each swipe of his tongue, I can’t help but moan.

“Declan, oh my god.”

I stretch around him as he inserts another finger. I try to grip the floor, but it’s no use. My hips buck against his face on their own accord.

“So desperate for me, aren’t you?” he growls.

I nod. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long it almost doesn’t feel possible.

But then he curls his fingers inside me and I jolt in his grip.

Oh, he’s real. Very real.

And there’s just as much hunger between us as there was five years ago.

Burning for each other until we explode.

“Y-yes. I need you, Declan.”

His eyes soften as he plants kisses on my throbbing pussy.

“How much? Hmm?”

I let out a scream as he spanks my ass.

“How much?” He raises his voice before slapping again.

“So. Much. Fuck!” I cry out.

He feasts on my pussy again, and I melt against the canvas. He has no idea how much I need him.

Sliding his rough hands up my thighs, he grips them hard and maneuvers himself onto the ground, pulling me upright at the same time, so I’m sitting on his face.

I look down at him, my skin flushing and his fingers dig into my ass.

“Sit.”

A simple instruction, yet my body ignores him.

“Sit on my fucking face and let a man eat. Ride my tongue like the good slut I know you can be for me.”

Leaning forward, I hook my fingers through the metal cage and lower myself down.

“Ah, that’s better. Your cunt smothering my face is exactly how I wanna die one day.”

He slaps my ass and I roll my hips as he fucks me with his tongue.

“Oh my god,” I cry out.

His hand slides up my front and he grabs my boob and squeezes.

The way he’s groaning against my pussy only turns me on more.

Tipping my head back, I close my eyes and ride the wave of pleasure only he can give me.

“So good,” I whisper.

Just as I’m close to the edge, he lifts me by the waist and slides me down his body, I shuffle further so I’m resting on his hard cock.

“Come here.” He grabs my throat and pulls me down, slamming his lips over mine, while his other hand wraps around my waist, holding me in place.

“Still decadent.” He pulls back and grins.

I blink a few times and his deep chuckle makes me tingle.

“I need to be inside you, heartbreaker.”

His eyes sparkle with life, and I smile.

“I need you, Declan. Fuck me hard enough I can forget.”

He tilts his head and cups my cheek. With him, my brain goes quiet. He starts to heal the broken parts of me.

“Forget what?”

“Everything. Except that night with you in Italy. Take me back there, to the last time I was alive.”

He swallows and I rest my head against his.

“You too, huh?” It’s so quiet I barely hear him.

Brushing his nose along my cheek, he steals another kiss.

“Ride me. Time to prove how much you missed me, baby.” He winks, and I find the hem of his black t-shirt.

I pull his top over his head and run my nails over his six-pack.

“So hot,” I tell him, lifting my hips a touch so he has room to pull out his dick from his shorts.

“Take a seat.” He taps my ass, lining his cock up with my entrance. I slowly sink down onto him while digging my nails into his shoulders.

It burns as I stretch around him.

“Keep going, I’m a big boy, remember? But if I recall correctly, you take me perfectly,” he tells me, gripping my waist and gently pushing me down onto him.

“Huge. Not just big,” I pant out.

“Good girl, take it all.”

Closing my eyes, I feel his palm on my cheek. Then I wrap my arms around his neck once I’m at the base.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he hisses in my ear.

His hands slide down my sides, and he grabs my waist, lifting me up and pushing me down onto him.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

I take over. I can’t get enough of him. He hits that spot that has me gushing all over him.

“I’m so close.”

“Good. Because in a few more thrusts I’m going to fill you up.”

He grits his teeth as he pounds up into me. Nuzzling my face into his neck, I press a kiss there.

I cry out when he holds me in place tight and slams into me.

Biting down on his throat, I let him ruin me.

“That's it. Leave teeth marks on the deepest parts of my soul, heartbreaker.”

I let out a scream as he yanks my head up by my hair; his fingers grip my throat, and he studies me.

Watching me as he fucks me into oblivion.

“Come.”

One word shatters me.

Explosions erupt inside me as I climax, to the point I’m shaking as he fucks me through it.

My name comes out like an animalistic roar from his chest as he spills inside me. Hearing him scream my real name knocks down another wall to my heart.

“Holy fuck.”

I collapse against him, our sweaty skin sticking together. Our erratic breaths mirror each other.

“Feel better?” he whispers in my ear.

I sit up straight, and my eyes trail down his body.

That’s when I see it.

“Is that…” I press my finger over the ink.

“It certainly is, heartbreaker.”

The design I drew him on our “date” in Italy is now etched across his chest.

“It’s beautiful,” I gush, emotions taking over me, leaving me almost speechless.

“I’m a man of my word. I said I’d get it tattooed,” he tells me quietly.

That hits me right in the chest.

I’m the liar here. The backstabber.

I am the dagger through his heart, and I really wish I wasn’t.

“Even after what I did?” I say quietly, and he lowers his head to look at me, wrapping his hand around mine.

“Especially after what you did. The beautiful, deadly dagger through my heart. A true heartbreaker. It was my reminder to never, ever, let anyone in again. It’s served me well.”

“I’m sorry.”

It’s all I can say. I have so much to say, and yet, nothing more comes out.

All these years, his memory has kept me alive, yet it seems I had an adverse effect on him.

“I don’t want your apology. Now, we sleep. Tomorrow, we talk. And then I can decide what I do with you.”

My heart sinks, and I tip my chin down, only for Declan to tilt it back up to him.

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, yes. But—” He rubs his thumb along my cheek.

“You don’t get to run this time. You’ve been sent to me twice. You were meant to find me in this lifetime, heartbreaker. My father always taught us to believe in fate, and he’s landed you in my lap again. I’m not letting this go. I just want the truth, then, as crazy as this sounds, we find a way to make it right.”

I’m pretty sure I forget how to breathe.

“Whatever is causing that pain behind your eyes, we hunt. Whatever has you chained, we break them. Whatever stands in our way, we defeat. Alright?”

“How can you ever trust me? I’ve been sent to kill you… twice!”

His dick twitches inside me and he twists my nipple between his fingers, causing my back to arch.

“That word there. Sent. You didn’t want me dead? Did you?”

I shake my head as he leans in and licks along my collarbones.

“The woman I fell for in Italy, she was the real Charlotte, correct?”

“Y-yes. I wasn’t trying to trick you. I tried to keep you away.”

He nods and bites my neck.

“I’m starting to piece you together. I understand this life. We all have choices, but sometimes we have to do shit to simply survive. Tonight, you’ve let down your walls and shown me exactly what I needed to see.”

He pulls back and stares into my eyes.

“What’s that?”

He blinks, and then a smile spreads across his lips.

“You. The real, raw, fierce, kinky, you. My heartbreaker. The beautiful dagger lodged in my heart.”

My breath catches in my throat. When his face softens, he reminds me so much of Isabella.

“I-I have more to tell you.”

He places a finger over my lips to silence me.

“Not tonight. We’ve fought. We’ve fucked. Tomorrow, we talk and we plan. It can wait, we need to rest.”

My eyes flutter closed as he presses a kiss on my forehead.

A simple act that means everything to me.

For the first time in ten years. I don’t feel alone in this world.

I just wonder how long it will take to come crumbling down.