Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

M iranda

The thud yanks me from sleep. I lay in bed wondering what it was. Heavy steps are on the stairs. Declan? I check the clock on the bedside table. One-thirty in the morning? Is he all right?

I pull back the covers, the need to reassure myself strong. But the moment I put my hand on the doorknob, I stop. If you go in there, it's over. You're his. He's going to break your heart into tiny little pieces. You will never be able to put it together the same again.

Closing my eyes, my head falls to the door. I expect it to happen any second—the wish that I could walk away and never come back. But it doesn't. I understand now. No matter how far away I get from him, I'll never be the same. He did something, broke something open, and let it out.

Something is wrong. I feel it down to my toes. I'm not sure how I know he needs me. I just do. The longing is so strong—it isn't just me .

I open the door of his bedroom to find the door to his bathroom partially open. Once again, clothes are on the floor where he took them off. Oh my god, there's a gun on the bedside table.

It's a reminder. One last chance. Leave. Turn around and go back to bed and pretend I was never here.

I can't. I put one foot in front of another until I'm at the doorway of his bathroom. It's also open. Breathing deep, I step inside. My chest twists at the sight of him leaning against the wall in the large open shower letting the water fall over him.

His head comes up. Our eyes meet. He blinks as if he were afraid I'm a dream. One hand goes out to turn off the water. He grabs a towel and wraps it around himself.

"Are you all right?" Both hands find my hips in a strong grip.

"I'm fine. But you aren't."

Blue disappears. "I'm not a good man. I do bad things. Never without cause. Never with ease…"

Declan

Soft moss meets mine. "I know. And I'm still here."

Thank god. I pick her up, loving the feel of her in my arms. I'm intent on getting her into my bed.

Fuck. I spot the gun I left on my bedside table. It should have gone inside it, but all the tears from Clare were clinging to me. I needed to get my shirt off me and wash them away from my skin.

I keep walking her across the hall toward her own bed .

The covers are pulled back from when she got out to come to me. I love how the moment I set her down on the bed, she's reaching for me. A touch to the lamp on the bedside table bathes the room in a soft yellow glow.

"Please, no light." She whispers with big eyes.

"You're a cruel woman to ask that of me. To dream of you night after night and now finally have you. I'll not be turning off the light. The fear this is another dream will not leave me. I need to see you. I need to see all of you. I've told you over and over you make my cock ache with your beauty. Don't make me tie you down for our first time."

Sighing, she nods.

The plan is there—I want to go slow. I want to make this last for hours. Only, like every plan when it comes to her, when my mouth meets hers, and I taste her desire, her need—the plan disappears like mist in the sun. I become savage in greedy hunger. Enough isn't enough. I need all of her. I have to prove this isn't a dream. I have to take everything I can while I can.

Her small hands are in my hair, holding me tight. Little moans and gasps escape her, turning my body into stone. The scent of sweet cunny floods my senses. I need to taste her.

She moans when I tear my mouth from hers.

I tear the long oversized white shirt she's wearing from her. Fuck . My cock jumps at the sight of her beautiful breasts. I'm not proud of the way I fall on her. Desperate to taste a pretty puckered nipple. I suck deep, teasing it with my tongue as I do.

Miranda moans my name, andmy cock jumps.There'sno other sound like it in this world. Her breathy little moan turns into a groan of despair when I allow the soft, silky flesh to fall from my mouth and give her other breast the same appreciation, tasting every inch of her before sucking deep again and again.

The scent of her cunny drives my mouth down her body, desperately needing to make her come, to taste her juice on my tongue. I want to wring every last tremor from her body until she's so weak she can't fight when I fuck her.

I'm thick at almost three inches and long at almost nine inches. For some women, I'm just right. For others, it's too much. If I ever hope to be inside her again, I have to make this good for her—so good she only aches with longing, not pain, for my cock inside her.

Inhaling her heady perfume has my cock drooling the same as my mouth. So fucking delicious . The taste of her is a hit of a drug, zipping through my veins, turning the world hazy and sweet. I promised my da long ago I would never become weak enough to give into an addiction. But this woman changes all of that.

Her cunny, her moans, the taste of her skin—I will never give this up. I'm going to need her every damn day. I tongue her deep, loving the little mewls it causes. My cock is jealous, wanting to fuck into her as deep as my tongue is.

Shit. She's just as tight as I feared. If she clenches around my tongue, there's no way she will take my cock easily. One orgasm won't be enough. I need to turn her bones to mush so she won't fight my entry into her tight cunny.

I only toy with her clit for a moment before sucking deep to send her into a climax.

While she floats down from her high, I return to her breasts, feasting on her. It isn't long before her hands are roaming over me, sliding into my hair and down my back. She loves when I suck deep. Even when I worry I'm being too rough, all she does is moan for more.

"Declan, please." She's begging.

Fucking hell. "Say it again, love. Tell me what you need."

"Declan, please don't tease me. I need you. I need all of you."Her eyes are glistening with tears of frustration.

They twist me up inside. There is nothing in this world I will ever deny her. I suck and tease my way down to her weeping cunny. Giving her lips a kiss, I part them for two fingers. Although they are well coated from her juice, at first press inside her tight channel, she moans from the discomfort.

Eyes on her, I need to know. "Talk to me. Does it hurt, love?"

Emeralds glow up at me. Biting her bottom lip, she shakes her head. "It's just a lot." She pants.

"You can take it, love." I'm up on my arm, careful not to put my weight on her. I need to see her. "My cock is much thicker than my fingers." Her eyes go wide. "It is. And you're going to come from my cock inside you. I promise you."

Taking her mouth, I work my fingers deeper into her, swallowing her moans as I do. She clutches at my back, fingernails scraping the skin. I welcome the sting of pain as my due for the discomfort she's feeling.

Lungs starving for air, I let go of her mouth to suck deep at her breast. She loves this, her legs parting for the fingers fucking into her. Deeper and harder, I suck at her nipples. Allowing my teeth to graze the sensitive flesh sends her hips up for more of my fingers. There it is .

She's fucking me back. I fight not to collapse in relief. I need to be inside her. Turning my wrist to find her g-spot, I rub at the same time my thumb runs over her clit. It sends her flying into another climax.

I watch as she breaks apart for me. So fucking beautiful.

Finally, I can move. I'm up on my knees, tearing the towel off. She sees my cock hard for her, and her eyes go wide. She's shaking her head.

"Yes, you can take my cock."Parting her thighs, I grip my cock and run it along her swollen, come-soaked lower lips. Up then down, I tease her. "You should see it. Your cunny looks so pretty around the head of my cock."

"You're so hot." She moans as she widens her legs for me. "And so big. It's going to hurt."

"Not for long. I promise." I'm praying I'm right.

Her eyes slide closed. I press into her. The first few inches are easy. It's when I get to her tight channel she moans low.

"I know, love. I know. You're doing so good. You can take it. Your cunny was made for me." I slide deeper and fight not to choke. "I'm halfway home, love. Just a little more."

Her eyes widen. "I can't take more, Declan. It's too much."

"Yes, you can. Be my good girl and take all of me. I know you can. It's beautiful, your cunny open wide for my cock. Your juice coating me to allow me inside. Your body wants this, too. Needs all of me inside you."

Deeper, I push while fighting every demand my body has to lose control. Her head goes back, and her eyes slide closed .

"That's my sweet girl. You take my cock so fucking good. Take more, love, just a little more."

"Oh god."She moans low.

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. Pray to me, and I'll give you everything your heart desires." The words slipped out before. It's only now I realize I mean every single one of them. I want her to pray to me. I'll give her everything, anything that she asks for—except letting her go. "Tell me, love. Tell me what you want your god to give you."

Emeralds sparkling fix on me. "Give me more. I can feel your heart beating inside me. I love it—the way you're burning into me."

Jesus, what this woman does to me. I slam inside her until my balls ache from the pressure. Her gasp comes from her belly. We both groan as her body gives up on fighting me and begins to mold around me.

Fucking hell. I never fuck without a condom. That has to be why this feels so amazing, why I'm fighting not to come without even moving. Her cunt is throbbing around me, so hot, tight, and wet. Nothing has ever felt this good in my entire life.

"Oh my god, Declan. It doesn't hurt. You feel amazing—so fucking good."

That's it, the leash is off. My woman. All mine in every way. I pull out, and her pussy clings to me.

"Jesus, Miranda, don't do that. You're already so tight I'm fighting every cell in my body not to come before you do." I warn her.

"I'm sorry, Declan. I didn't mean to." Her arms tighten around my neck as if she feared I would leave her—never .

Kissing her, I love the way the witch has learned quickly and teases me.

"Do as I say, and every time, I'll make it worth it for you. I'm so close it hurts. Iswear it does, but you aren't, and that won't do. So you're just going to lie back and let me send you into the stars, understand?"

Her smile is pure sex goddess as she nods. "Yes, god."

Witch. I slam back inside her, sending her eyes closed as she gasps. I'm a bastard. I should take more time, fuck her gently but no—it's been more than a week of jacking off to her, dreaming of her. There can be no gentle this time. Next time, yes, but not now.

I fuck her hard and fast. It doesn't take her long to be right with me, wrapping her legs around my waist. Chanting my name.

There, I'm right fucking there, but she's not. Considering I was already supposed to be waiting for another week to fuck her as a better chance to get her pregnant. All the advice said the harder she comes, the more she draws my come into her. I work my hand in between us and find her swollen clit and rub as I come so hard I see stars. She screams as she clutches at me, nearly cutting off my air.

I'm not proud of the way I nearly collapse on her. It doesn't matter I immediately rolled to my side—it was two seconds too long. She's still wrapped around me. "I'm too heavy for you. I'm sorry,"

"Hm, I love it—please don't pull out. I love this. I love everything. I'm sorry. I finally get it now. If it always feels this good, I'd have sex on the brain all the time, too. I might have kidnapped you and tied you to the bed."

I can't help laughing. This woman. I roll onto my back, staying inside her the way she wants, and the better to keep my seed inside her. Sending a prayer to a god I stopped believing in years ago that this time, I'm giving her our first of many baby girls.

"You'll never have to tie me down. Unless you want to be in charge, since that will never happen on its own. But just remember, if you do, you'll have to untie me at some point." I warn her.

She giggles, and fucking hell, my cock jumps. I never thought a giggle was sexy in my life. "What will you do once you're untied?"

"A spanking would definitely be first. Then I'd take you to the edge of orgasm again and again until you were in tears from need."

Her tongue slips out to wet her bottom lip, pulling a groan from me. "You do it to a lot of women—punish them?"

I shake my head."No, because I didn't care about them. If they upset me enough to need to be punished, I ended it. Those restraints are more than a decade old and have only been used on three women. They were brought to me with the request to use them."

Those green eyes are wide in surprise.

"I told you. It's a common fantasy for women. One woman brought them and left them behind. The other two women found them in the bedside table. I thought they were fun for about five minutes. Beyond that, I don't want a woman to need to escape into a fantasy to fuck. It's why I didn't want to use them on you."

The sigh of relief that comes from her is soft.

"I'm not saying I'll never use them on you. I have a feeling when I take your ass, you might put up a fight." I tease her.

Her eyes flash with interest. She's curious, not afraid, good .

"Your cunny is still wrapped around me, not wanting to let go. In the end, so will your ass." I promise.

I lose my breath at the slow slide up of one side of her gorgeous mouth. "Sounds like fun."

She clutches me from deep inside.

"Are you trying to kill me? You've come no less than three times, and you want more? What a greedy little girl you are." I catch her mouth.

"I'm just practicing what you've taught me. I learn fast. I love the feel of you inside me. I swear, when you came inside me, I thought I was going to come all over again." Her little sigh hardens my cock. "There's one upside to not being able to have kids. I changed my mind. If it means none of this for weeks or months—I'm good without one." She sighs into my mouth.

Thank god she's joking about it. The knot that appears whenever I think of her without the life she wants, kids, any of it, eases in me. While I can hope the medication works, there's no guarantee. And I would prefer it isn't her being pregnant that causes her to want to stay with me. I want her here because she doesn't want to leave me.

Her finger is tracing over the tattoo of a devil with horns on my chest. "I used to think tattoos were scuzzy. Then I saw you that night in the kitchen. I wanted to taste every one of them to find out if they tasted different than the rest of your skin."

Then she puts her words into action and licks me. Fucking hell. Her wet tongue traces over the ink as a little hum of pleasure escapes from her and slides down my spine. My cock jumps and hardens into a rock.

A moan escapes her. "How are you hard again? "

"It's all you. Any other time it would take at least an hour. I haven't been this hard so soon since I was a kid."

It's adorable when her mouth drops. She opens her mouth to say something but stops.

I don't love the idea of her talking about the man who touched her first and hurt her. I'm definitely going to kill him. At the same time, I don't want her to ever be afraid to say what's on her mind. "Let me guess, your ex couldn't?"

She shakes her head. "In the beginning, I wondered if there was something wrong with me. If we had sex more than twice a week, it was a big deal. After the first year, I was grateful."

"That bad?" I run my hand through her hair. It's silky and beautiful, like every inch of her. I thank fuck he wasn't smart enough to see the gift he had and let her go. And I'm relieved even more. There wasn't any real chance she would have gotten pregnant if it was once a week, and he never made her come.

Nodding, she sighs. "It was very bad. I had no idea it could possibly be this amazing. You are supremely gifted."

"It's not just me—it's all you, m'fhiorghra. It's a solid week of dreaming about you finally coming true."

Those little furrows are back. " Meer ggrah , you said that before. What does it mean?"

The same as it did the first time I said it, it surprises me that I said it. It's what my parents called each other and means my true love. Once it slipped out, there is no taking it back. I want to say it, except I don't think she's ready yet. "It means my gorgeous, curvy woman."

She rolls her eyes. "That isn't what it means. Say it again. "

I chuckle. "Love, the Irish language and spelling will be enough to make your head explode. There's no searching for it. And it does. It means my own gorgeous, curvy woman."

"Fine." She sighs. "You feel so good. So thick and hard. I swear there isn't an inch of me you don't touch. The way you burn into me like you're branding me with your cock. Like you're claiming me as yours."

"I am. Because the same way I'm yours, you are mine." That I will admit to, I've never said anything more true in my life.

Green glistens with hope. I capture her mouth.

All her hopes and fears are in her kiss. Beyond the strawberry sweet and cotton candy are the dreams she gave up on and the fear I'll hurt her, leaving her bitter and in pain. My poor baby, I'm proud of her for coming to me despite her fear.

Too fucking quickly, the kiss spins out of control. Miranda's sweet cunt squeezes me tight over and over until I wonder if I'll come without moving. Where's the fun in that?

Sending a hand into her hair, I pull her away. Fucking hell, the moan of displeasure at me ending the kiss slides down my cock straight to my balls. This woman.

"Quit squeezing my cock. You won't come from it, but I will. Feed me one of your tits," I order her.

She gasps and gives me what I need. "I think I will, Declan. Oh god, you feel so good." Another squeeze of her tight cunt has her whimpering. "Please, Declan."

I bring my hand down on her ass. The crack of it is loud around us. She goes still, eyes wide. "I'm in control, love. Always, whether my cock is inside you or not, but especially when I'm inside you. "

"I'm sorry, Declan." Is a moan. The witch slides her breasts up and down my chest. Oh, she liked that smack and wants another. I give it to her. She cries out and moans as she grinds down on my cock.

Fuck. This woman is going to be the death of me—there's no better way to go. I give her another smack. "Naughty girl. You're going to have me digging those restraints out."

Teeth nip at my neck she has her face buried in. I slap her ass again. She clenches tight around me. Another slap has her moaning my name. My cock jerks.

"I told you, love. Look at what you slut you become for my cock buried inside you. Your cunny fits me perfectly the same way you do. Such a pretty cunny with my cock inside you."

"You have to come inside me. I need all of you inside me, Declan. Your come is so hot it feels like molten steel putting me back together after I shatter from that little death."

"Then you're going to get it, m'fhiorghra . You will have all of me you want. It's yours. It's always been yours, waiting for you to claim it."

My hands are back on her hips fucking into her hard, fast, rough. I capture a perfect tit in my mouth and suck. She goes off like a firecracker, moaning and crying out my name as she sobs her orgasm.

I come so hard I see stars. My own star in my arms trembles, clinging to me with desperate hands.

Once more, I pray I'm giving her our first child. Only the prayers don't stop, that this is no dream, that she forgives me for doing whatever it takes to keep her. Because this is my heaven, and I'm never letting her go.