He rocks his hips backward, and I’m so tight that I can’t help clamping down around him, adding to the friction. With nothing but his cock head still inside, he gives me a second to adjust and catch my breath, then pushes into me again. What little air I had rushes out of my lungs as he stretches me, and time feels like it stops moving as he falls into a steady rhythm, rocking in and out of me, taking deep, plunging thrusts and putting me into a trance.

“Look at me,” he commands.

When I do, the expression on his handsome face nearly undoes me. He’s watching my reactions, adjusting his pace and angle in response to every gasp and moan. It’s like he’s learning me, memorizing what drives me wild.

When he finally bottoms out inside me, he drops his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth, trapping it between his teeth and applying just the right pinch of pain and pleasure. It’s too much when I’m so worked up already, and I fly apart for him all over again, clawing at his back and wrapping my legs around his waist as he picks up the pace, driving into me hard and fast. I can see it on his face just before he comes, the way he grits his teeth, the muscles in his neck standing out as his cock pulses and swells inside me.

He lets out a deep, guttural groan, thrusting deep one more time and then going still as he empties himself into the condom. He grinds the base of his cock against my clit as he comes, sending sharp aftershocks of pleasure zapping through me, then collapses on top of me, spent.

Our sweat-slicked chests rise and fall against each other, our hearts pounding hard for several long moments as we catch our breath. Then he lifts up a little, looking down at me with something almost like awe in his expression.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, brushing my hair from my face with a gentleness that contrasts with the way he just fucked me. His fingertips trace the contours of my face like he’s trying to commit them to memory. “I can’t wait to make you do that again and again.”

I nod breathlessly, then laugh because I realize he was right.

He’s already ruined me.

5. Declan

Chapter 5

Declan

Present Day

I stand rooted to the spot with my eyes locked on the empty space Hannah left behind. I watched her peel out of the parking lot like she couldn’t put enough distance between us fast enough, but I still can’t stop the torrent of memories of our night together at the club from washing over me. My body relives it as if it’s happening all over again.