Chapter 10
Declan
Her lips crash into mine, and everything in me ignites.
I grip her jaw tighter, angling her head to deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping in to claim every inch of her mouth.
She's tentative at first, her body rigid against mine, but then she melts, her hands fisting my shirt as a small whimper escapes her throat.
That sound—fuck, that sound—it's like a drug shot straight into my veins.
I've never felt like this. Never had this raw hunger clawing up from my gut, making my cock so hard it fucking hurts.
I break away just enough to growl against her lips. "You have no idea what you're unleashing."
She pants, her eyes dark and wild. "Show me."
That's all it takes. I lift her onto the kitchen counter in one swift motion, her ass hitting the cool granite.
Her legs part instinctively, and I step between them, my hands sliding up her thighs.
The heat of her skin through her jeans seeps into my palms, and I squeeze, feeling the tremor run through her.
She's so small, so delicate, yet there's a fire in her gaze that matches mine.
This woman—my wife—has survived hell, and now she's here, offering herself to me.
Enchanted doesn't even cover the spell I’m under.
She's a goddamn sorceress, weaving her charms through my blood.
I yank her blouse over her head, tossing it aside.
Her bra is simple, white cotton, but on her, it's perfection.
I trace the edge with my thumb, watching her nipples harden under the fabric.
"Beautiful," I murmur, unhooking it with one hand and letting it fall.
Her breasts spill free, full and soft, her nipples puckered and begging.
I cup one, rolling the peak between my fingers, and she arches into my touch with a gasp.
"Declan..." My name on her lips is a plea, and it shreds my control.
I capture her mouth again, fiercely demanding, while my free hand works the button of her jeans.
She lifts her hips to help me slide them down, along with her panties, kicking them off with her shoes.
Naked before me now, she tries to close her legs, a flush creeping up her chest, but I wedge my body between her thighs.
"Don't hide from me." My voice comes out rough, edged with possession. I run my hands up her inner thighs, parting her further, exposing her glistening pussy. She's wet, swollen, and the sight of her arousal makes my mouth water. "Look at you. So fucking ready for me."
She bites her lip, her hands gripping the counter's edge. I drop to my knees on the hard tile. All I care about is tasting her. I hook her legs over my shoulders, pulling her to the edge, and bury my face in her sweet pussy.
Her scent is intoxicating—musky, sweet, delicious. I drag my tongue along her slit, savoring the slick heat of her. She cries out, her body jerking, but I hold her hips down, keeping her in place. "Easy, baby. I've got you."
I lick her again, parting her folds with my tongue, circling her clit with the flat of it.
She's trembling already, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with quick, firm strokes, and her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling hard.
The pain only amps me up. She's enchantment personified—her taste, her sounds, the way her thighs clamp around my head like she can't help herself.
I've never craved a woman like this, never wanted to devour one whole.
But Saoirse? I want to make her come undone.
I slide a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me.
So wet, so hot. I add another, curling them to hit that spot deep inside, and pump slowly while my tongue works her clit relentlessly.
Her moans fill the kitchen, echoing off the cabinets, and I glance up to watch her face—eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, lost in pleasure.
Pride surges through me. I'm the one doing this to her. Me.
"Declan—oh God, I can't—" Her voice breaks, her body tensing.
I suck harder, thrusting my fingers faster. "Come for me, Saoirse. Let go."
She shatters with a cry, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her release flooding my mouth. I lap it all up, drawing out every shudder, every whimper, until she's limp and panting above me.
I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and pull her into my arms. She's boneless, her head dropping to my shoulder, but her arms wrap around my neck like she needs the anchor.
I kiss her temple, tasting the salt of her sweat.
"That was just the beginning, baby. I have so much more for you.”
She lifts her head, her eyes hazy but curious. "I've... I've never done that before."
I freeze, my hands stilling on her back. "Never done what?"
She blushes deeper, avoiding my gaze. “Anything. Kissing, and…the rest. With a man. I've never...been with anyone."
The realization slams into me. My cock throbs at the thought—she's untouched, pure, and she's giving herself to me. But there's more here, a vulnerability that twists something protective in my chest. I tip her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes. "You're a virgin."
She nods, biting her lip again. "Yeah. Is that...a problem?"
"Fuck no." I brush my thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it free from her teeth. “You’re a gift. Everything about you is a gift. One I don't deserve, but I'll take it. I just want to make it good for you."
Her gaze searches mine, and she hesitates before whispering, "What about you? I mean…your history?”
I exhale, the truth bubbling up easier than I expect. “I’m not a virgin,” I admit. But the truth is, in some ways, I am.
I’ve had sex. But not like this. Never with someone I care about. It was always just an emotionless release. With paid sex workers. Transactions—quick, meaningless scheduled fucks to get the job done. Kind of like a woman might schedule a manicure or pedicure. No emotion. No connection.
I cup her face, my forehead resting against hers. "This is different. You're different. I've never made love to a woman before. You’re the first.”
Her breath catches, and she pulls me into another kiss, this one softer, sweeter. But the fire reignites fast. I scoop her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carry her to the living room. I can’t wait for the length of time it would take to carry her upstairs to my bedroom.
The couch is wide and deep, and perfect for what I have in mind. I set her down gently, stripping off my shirt and jeans in record time, kicking everything aside until I'm as naked as she is.
She stares at me, her eyes widening at the sight of my cock—stiff and straining to reach her. I wrap a hand around it, stroking it, and her gaze follows the movement hungrily. "See what you do to me?"
Sitting on the couch, I pull her onto my lap, so she's straddling me. Her slick, hot pussy brushes my cock and I groan, gripping her hips. "We'll go slow. You control this."
She nods, her hands on my shoulders for balance. I guide her down, positioning the head of my cock at her entrance. She's so wet, but tight—god, so fucking tight. I rub the tip through her folds, coating myself, teasing her clit until she's rocking against me, desperately.
"Ready?" I ask, my voice strained.
"Yes." She lifts up, then begins to sink down slowly, taking me inch by inch. The pressure is exquisite, her tight heat enveloping me like a fist. She winces a quarter of the way in, and I stop her, my hands firm on her hips.
"Breathe, baby. Relax." I reach between us, circling her clit with my thumb, building her pleasure back up. She moans, sinking further, and when she bottoms out, fully seated on my cock, we both groan.
"Fuck, you feel incredible." I thrust up gently, testing, and she gasps, her nails digging into my skin. “Go on, ride me, Saoirse. Take what you need from me."
She starts moving, tentatively at first, lifting and lowering, but her rhythm builds quickly.
Her breasts bounce with each motion, and I capture one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard while my hands guide her hips.
She's a vision—hair wild, skin flushed, pussy clenching around me like she was made for this, for me.
And, fuck me, I think I was made for her.
"Declan—it's too much—" She grinds down, her clit rubbing against my base, and I feel her tightening.
"Not enough," I grit out, thrusting deeper, harder. "You're mine now. This pussy is mine. Say it. Tell me you’re mine.”
"Yours," she whimpers, her movements frantic. "I'm yours."
The words send me over the edge. I flip us without pulling out, laying her back on the couch, and driving into her with deep, possessive strokes.
She wraps her legs around me, meeting every thrust, her cries filling the room.
I angle my hips to hit that spot inside her, and she comes again, her walls milking my cock, pulling my release from me.
I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as I spill inside her, hot and endless. We stay locked together, breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync.
Eventually, I pull back, brushing hair from her face. She's smiling, sated and soft, but then her expression shifts—worry creeping in.
"What now?" she whispers, her fingers tracing my jaw.
And then I say, perhaps the sappiest, corniest thing I have ever said in my entire life. “And now we live happily ever after.”
If only those words didn't end up making a liar out of me.