Page 116 of Sinful Bride

I let him guide me backward toward the bed, and when the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I sit down, looking up at him. He stands over me for a moment, his gaze intense, and then he kneels in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my panties and pulls them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"I want to taste you," he says, his voice rough with desire. "I want to make you come on my tongue before I fuck you."

Heat floods through me at his words, and I nod, unable to form a coherent response. He pushes my thighs apart gently, and then his mouth is on me, hot and wet. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair, and he groans against me, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through my body.

He takes his time, licking and sucking and teasing until I'm trembling, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His tongue circles my clit, and I cry out, my hips lifting off the bed. He holds me down with one hand on my stomach, his other hand sliding up to tease my entrance, and when he pushes two fingers inside me, I nearly come apart.

"Declan," I gasp, my voice breaking. "Please⁠—"

"Not yet," he murmurs against me. "I want to feel you fall apart first."

He crooks his fingers inside me, finding that spot that makes me see stars, and his tongue works my clit relentlessly. The pleasure builds and builds, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, until I can't hold back anymore. I come with a cry, my body arching off the bed, and he works me through it, his mouth and fingers drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I'm boneless and gasping.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are wet, and his eyes are dark with hunger. He stands and strips off the rest of his clothes quickly, and then he's climbing onto the bed, covering my body with his. I feel the hard length of him pressing against my thigh, and I reach down to wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly. He groans, his hips jerking into my touch. "Fuck, Elena."

"I want you inside me," I whisper. "I want to feel you."

“Fuck.” He presses his forehead against mine. “I haven’t fucked you without a condom since that first night. I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“We have all night,” I smirk up at him. “And you did once tell me you could get hard for me as many times as I wanted.”

His eyebrows rise at that. “Oh, I might make you regret that, baby,” he growls, and his hand goes around his cock, replacing mine as he angles himself toward my entrance. He pushes just the tip inside, hissing through his teeth with the pleasure, and then deeper, filling me completely.

“Oh God,” he groans, going still. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So wet and hot. Oh fuck, it feels so good. Fuck⁠—”

"Move," I urge, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Please, Declan. You don’t have to last, just fuck me."

He groans at that, and obliges, drawing out and thrusting in hard again. Each stroke sends pleasure rippling through me, and I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders. He buries his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin, and I feel the tension coiling in him, the way his muscles tighten with each thrust.

When he starts to fuck me harder, I know I’m going to go over the edge again. "Come for me," he growls, his hand sliding between us to circle my clit. "I want to feel you come around my cock."

The combination of his words and his touch sends me over the edge, and I shatter, my body convulsing around him. “Oh God, baby—” He groans, thrusting erratically. “Fuck, I’m going to come⁠—”

I feel him stiffen and throb, a moan tearing from him as he begins to spurt inside of me for the first time, filling me up. I gasp, aftershocks of pleasure racing through me at the sensation, and the feeling of doing this together for the first time.

It feels like what our wedding night should have been, and I’m glad we’re getting this now, when we both know we love each other. When we both want to be here.

He rolls to the side, pulling me with him so that I'm tucked against his chest, his arms wrapped around me. We lie there in silence for a while, just holding each other, and I feel a sense of peace settle over me that's deeper than anything I've ever known. This is what I want. This man, this life, this future we're building together.

"Do you think it worked?" Declan asks quietly, his hand resting on my stomach.

I smile against his chest. "Maybe. Or maybe it will take a few tries."

"I'm okay with that.” I can hear the smile in his voice. "I'm very okay with that."

I tilt my head back to look up at him, and the expression on his face makes my heart swell. "I'm happy," I tell him. "Right now, in this moment, I'm happier than I've ever been."

"Me too," he says, leaning down to kiss me softly. "Me too, Elena."

We stay like that, wrapped up in each other, talking quietly about the future. About names we like, and what kind of parents we want to be, about the life we're going to build for our family. And as I lie there in his arms, looking out at the city lights through the window, I realize that this is everything I never knew I wanted.

Declan is my home, the love of my life, and my forever.

And I wouldn't change a single thing.

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