I can see his jaw working as he forces his tongue into me, lighting me up from the inside out as I squirm a little. I could come just like this, watching him feast on me in the mirror. But as if he can sense that I’m already getting close, he slides his tongue out of me abruptly and comes up for air, looking at me with such a ravenous expression that I feel like I’m going to turn to pure fire in his arms. His tongue traces a slow path across his lips, licking away the slickness that’s glistening on them, and he lets out a long, low groan at the taste of it.

“Fuck, I could drown in you and die happy,” he says, his voice low and thick with arousal.

It makes my back arch, pressing my pussy into his face, and he laps at me hungrily, sliding his tongue up and down my slit and teasing my entrance with the tip. Between the breath-stealing pleasure he’s giving me and the way he’s holding me, I feel weightless, like I could float away at any moment.

While I’m still completely lost in the pleasure, he starts moving, and my body jerks along with him. I let out a small gasp of surprise, still clutching his neck for stability. I don’t know how he does it without being able to see clearly, but he carefully puts one foot in front of the other to carry me out of the bathroom, making sure not to bump my head on the door frame.

“I need more. I need all of you,” he growls. “Need to spread you out and take my time.”

He steals another lick from my pussy, making me suck in a sharp breath of surprise.

At this point, he could do anything he wanted to me, and I wouldn’t object. He has me in the palms of his hands, literally and figuratively, and there’s not a single place on earth I’d rather be.

“Take whatever you want. I’m yours,” I whisper.

The words sound like they come from someone else, almost like I’m hearing them from outside myself. But that’s exactly how I know they’re some of the most honest words I’ve ever spoken to Declan or anyone else. My walls are down and so are my inhibitions, and I want him to take advantage of that. To take advantage of me.

“Be careful what you wish for, hummingbird,” he whispers against my flesh, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through me.

He gently carries me down the hall to my bedroom, where he lays me down on my back before shoving my legs apart with the kind of force of a man who knows he’s in control. With his face flushed and his tongue darting out to wet his lips, he groans and kneels between my legs.