Just him mentioning that is enough to rev me up all over again. Squeezing him with my legs, I pull him back into me and fight to keep my eyes open and locked on his as he slowly stretches me open. And when he finally reaches the hilt, he sighs contentedly into my mouth and starts to kiss me. But then he stops and pulls out and his hands move to my hips. He seizes me by either side and flips me over suddenly onto my hands and knees, then notches his cock against me again.

I’ve barely had time to catch up with what’s happening before his cock is pushing into me. He buries himself all the way in one go, forcing a deep, guttural moan out of me and pressing my face into the mattress. My hand moves on its own between my legs to work my clit, and the next time that Declan thrusts into me, I bite the mattress to keep from screaming. Still all the way inside, he reaches over me and takes my throat in one of his huge, powerful hands.

A rush roars through me—because this is exactly the fantasy I told him about, and he remembered. I don’t know what’s hotter, that he remembered or that he just took control like this. He’s being rough with me and pressing so fucking deep inside me with that cock of his, and while he’s gripping my throat enough to turn me on, it’s nowhere near enough to cut off my air flow. He seems to have found the exact edge, the knifepoint I’ve been dying to dance along, and teetering on it like this is turning me on like nothing else ever has.

I’m nowhere near needing my safe word. And at this rate, I won’t be needing it at all tonight.

He leans forward, driving his cock as deep into me as I can take over and over, and I whimper as I watch him fucking me hard and fast over my shoulder.

“This is what you get for doubting how incredible we’d be together,” he growls in my ear, then gives my throat one firm squeeze before he snakes his hand up the back of my head into my hair and twists a handful of it around his fist. He tugs until it stings, perfectly straddling the line between pain and pleasure, and my back arches on its own like it’s begging him to fuck me even harder.

He slaps my ass with his free hand and I can’t stop myself from crying out, both from the surprise and the pain that sears my senses before it quickly turns to a pleasurable tingle, adding to the incredible sensation of his cock pounding into me.

“You want more?” he asks, his voice rough with desire, punctuating with each of his powerful thrusts.