Chapter Five

Declan

P en and I undress one another in silence, too busy kissing to speak. I run my hands all over her perfect body, touching her the way I've ached to do for five long years. I spend time on every curve, every creamy inch of skin, learning every single spot that makes her quiver and every perfect one that makes her moan and squirm. She's so fucking lush everywhere, overflowing my hands in the best way. I can't get enough.

She touches me, too. Her perfect little hands wreck me as she runs them up and down my chest and abdomen. They tremble against my skin.

She's too fucking sweet. And far too damn sexy.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this?" I ask, laying her back in my bed when I can't take another second of those hands on my body.

She stretches out, her green eyes dark with desire…one hip cocked to the side. Every inch of that gorgeous, curvy body is on display for me. I've seen it in tantalizing glimpses over the years—a flash of her full breasts here, a tantalizing peek at her perfect ass there. It's hard to share a tour bus and not see more than you should. But I've never seen her like this. Wet and pink and perfect. Trembling and ready for me.

"Too long, Declan," she says, reaching for me.

"Yeah," I breathe, crawling over her. "Too long. Far too fucking long." I kiss my way down her body, learning her with my lips and tongue. Her skin is sweet and salty—the best of both worlds.

Her hands fly to my hair, holding me to her as her sweet voice rings out around us.

The moment I part her slit with two fingers and lick her from top to bottom, my eyes roll back in my head. "Jesus Christ," I growl, licking her again and again. "I'm mad as hell that I waited five years for this, Rebel." I bat her clit with my tongue, already addicted to her sweet taste and the sounds she makes. "I should have been eating this sweet little thing long before now."

I lick and suck, thrusting my tongue into her tight little hole and then retreating to circle her clit. Every quiver of her body and every damn sound she makes is utter perfection, spurring me on.

"Declan. Oh my god!" She pulls my hair, grinding against my mouth. "I'm going to…I'm going to…"

I suck her clit into my mouth, groaning as she shatters with my name on her lips. It's the best damn sound I've ever heard. She's still shaking her way through it when I prowl up her body, desperate to know what it's like to be hers. I've waited for her. All this time, I've been waiting.

"I'm not going to last," I mutter, hooking her leg over my hip. I kiss her hard and deep, both in apology and because I can't keep my mouth off her now that I'm allowed to kiss her whenever I want. "I'll make it up to you the next five times I'm in you tonight."

"Just get in me, Declan," she cries, dragging her nails down my back.

I line up at her entrance, take her mouth in another deep kiss, and push forward. I take it slow, sheathing myself inside her tight body inch by inch. I don't want to hurt her, and I know this is her first time, too. We have no secrets from each other—at least not about most things, anyway. And there's no fucking way I'd let her be with someone else when she was always meant to be mine.

She feels fucking incredible wrapped around my cock and whimpering beneath me.

She tenses slightly as her barrier gives way but relaxes again almost immediately.

"I'm yours now, Declan," she sobs. "I'm yours."

"No," I murmur, brushing my lips across hers. "We belong to each other now, Pen."

"Yes. You're mine."

I smile against her lips. I've always been hers. But we've got a lifetime for her to figure out just how deeply hers I am.

I stay still for a long moment, giving her time to adjust as we kiss and touch, just reveling in the moment. Once she's shifting restlessly beneath me and whimpering, I push forward again, not stopping until my hips rest against hers.

"Are you good, baby?"

"No. I need more," she begs, tipping her face up to me. "Please, Declan."

I don't fuck her. I make love to her. My hands and lips don't leave her skin as I glide in and out of her perfect body. The pleasure grows with every thrust. Her sounds grow louder, too. The way she feels beneath me, the way that perfect fucking cunt grips me, and those perfect sounds all work together to drive me out of my mind.

I thrust deeper and harder, in a race to get her there before I lose it.

"Give it to me, Rebel," I growl, slipping my hand between our bodies as my balls draw up. "Come for me so I can give you my baby."

"Declan," she gasps, her eyes flying to mine.

"I know you want it." I press my forehead to hers, running my thumb in circles around her clit. "I see the way your eyes light up every time you see a baby. You can't wait to have my kids, can you?"

"No," she whimpers. "I w-want that so bad."

"You think you're the only one? If I don't see you pregnant with my kid soon, I'm going to lose my fucking mind, Pen." I grind my thumb against her clit, imagining her pregnant with my kid. Jesus. How many times have I thought about it? Gotten myself off thinking about getting her pregnant like this? Too damn many. "Come on my cock so I can give us both what we want."

I grind my thumb against her clit again, pumping my hips into hers.

She shouts my name, coming all over me.

I groan, leaning down to press my lips to her ear to ensure she hears me.

"I love you, Penelope Draco. Christ, I love you," I whisper as I follow her over the edge, writhing in ecstasy.

She sobs my name, her nails embedded in my skin and her perfect pussy milking my cock. I bury my face in her throat, breathing her in as I claim her womb, and she claims every piece of my soul.