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She was doing a good job.

He reached for her hips and she leapt up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the bed and tossed her down. Zoa giggled and gestured for him to climb up on the bed with her. He shoved his pants to the ground and climbed right on up, kissing her body from her toes to her neck.

Zoa had never laughed during sex before. She’d never felt comfortable with it before. Hell, she’d never felt crazed with need like this. She was going crazy, desperate to feel him inside of her. When was the last time she’d wanted anything this badly?

Had she ever?

She reached for him, clawing at him and tugging him to herself. He hovered over her, kissing her. He started to grind against her, and she thought she might go crazy. She was still fully dressed. He hadn’t tugged her clothes off to reveal her body yet, and somehow, she still felt like this was the most intimate experience of her damn life.

Her soul felt like it was going to fly right out of her body. She needed Declan in a wild, desperate way.

“Please,” she whispered, kissing him. “Please.”

She didn’t understand what she was asking for. Did she want him to fill her instantly? Did she want him to tease her clothing off? Did she want something else? She couldn’t put her hopes or her needs into words, but it didn’t seem to matter to Declan. He seemed to understand what it was that she wasn’t saying.

“Anything,” he whispered, kissing her. Then he stroked her face and pulled back to look at her. “Anything you need, little human.”

Somehow, the words warmed her heart. Zoa felt like she might burst into tears right then. Even though they were in the middle of being intimate, and they were about to have what she knew would be the best sex of her life, she thought her heart was going to explode. He was caring. He was kind. Nobody had ever been like this before.

Declan slid a hand beneath her shirt. His skin grazed over hers as he moved up to her breasts. He fondled her, touching her gently as he kissed her over and over again. She felt like she was soaring. She was flying higher and higher, and she was worried she might fall, but she needn’t be scared. Declan was here, and she knew without a doubt that he was going to protect her.

Slowly, he pushed the fabric of the shirt up to reveal her breasts. He lowered his mouth to them. He tasted one, swirling his tongue over her nipple over and over. She reached for his hair and touched it as he did. Oh, it felt like heaven. He moved to the other breast and did the same thing. He sucked on her nipple, licking it over and over until it was hard and pointy and more sensitive than it had ever been before.

He pushed at the shirt, tugging it up and over her head, and then he tossed it off the bed. It landed on the floor in a messy pile, but she didn’t care. That didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered right now was him. It was the two of them right now. They were locked up in their own little world. They were together, and nobody else could bother them or touch them or hurt them.

Nothing else mattered now, and it might never matter again. He kissed her over and over, locking her attention solely on him. In this moment, it didn’t matter who she was or where she was from or what had happened to her. He was cleansing her of her past. He was worshipping her despite her history.

“Declan,” Zoa whispered to the man above her. “Please,” she said. She knew other words. Really, she did. It was simply that in this moment, please seemed to be the only one she could remember.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, kissing her again.

“I need more,” she finally said. She reached between them to the hem of her pants, and she pushed them down over her hips. She shoved until they were off, and there was nothing between their bodies at all. Declan smiled down at the sight of her, and then his eyes returned to hers.

“Tell me you want this,” he growled, nipping at her lips.

“I want this.”

“Tell me you need this.”

“I need it.”

“Tell me you can’t fucking wait to have me inside of you.”

“Declan, I need your cock inside of me right now!”

The entire time they’d been speaking, he’d been rubbing his cock against her. She was slick with arousal. She was wet with need, and her entire body ached. It ph

ysically hurt from being empty of him. When she begged him – she actually begged! – for his dick, he acquiesced to her request, and he slowly began to nudge her at entrance.

So slowly that time seemed to stand still, he slid inside of her. She grabbed his shoulders, holding on tightly as he filled her. Their eyes locked, and she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. All she could do was lie there and accept what he was offering. He was giving her everything, and she couldn’t breathe.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “You feel so perfect.”

“You keep saying that.”

“I mean it every time.”

Declan nipped at Zoa’s lips before moving to her neck. He slid his tongue over her skin, teasing his way to her ears. He nibbled on her, nipping and biting at her. She closed her eyes. The sensation was everything.


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