Every nerve ending in my body is lit up, every inch of my skin burning from the overwhelming pleasure. I don’t know how the hell he’s managed to keep it together this long when I keep falling apart, but a determined glint burns in Declan’s eyes as he keeps fucking me, as if he won’t be satisfied until he literally makes me pass out from the number of times he makes me come.

I haven’t even fully recovered before I feel another climax building, impossibly fast. No one has ever made me respond like this, and that knowledge alone makes fire dance through my veins.

Declan finds my gaze in the dim light, cupping my face with one hand while the other keeps me steady, holding me in place against the door.

“Another,” he demands. “Never want to stop feeling you come for me like this. You feel so amazing around me. So hot and wet for me.”

His filthy, possessive words affect me almost as much as the stretch of his cock and the friction against my clit. I nod, eager to follow his command even as I can barely catch my breath.

As my head falls back against the door, he slides his hand to my throat, gripping lightly to hold me steady as he continues driving into me. With each thrust, I fall farther into ecstasy, my senses narrowing until all I can feel is the overwhelming pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of me.

“Say my name when you come this time,” he grinds out through gritted teeth, clearly struggling to hold himself back. “I know you’re close again. I can feel you squeezing me.”

His words are like a knife, cutting through the thin thread that’s holding my orgasm in check, and almost as soon as he speaks, my body responds. I drop my head back against the door, writhing in his arms as the tension coiling inside me snaps.

“Declan!” I cry out his name, not quite a whisper but not quite a scream as another climax hits me.

“Again,” he orders, picking up his pace. His grip on my throat tightens just enough to make me viscerally aware of how hard my pulse is pounding, and somehow, unbelievably, I come again. It’s so intense that it’s almost impossible to distinguish between one orgasm and the next, and it seems to go on forever, my entire body shaking from the force of it.

“Declan,” I moan again as he thrusts deep, his rhythm faltering as he finds his own release. My walls clench rhythmically around his cock as we come together, the pleasure so intense I can barely breathe.

“Fuck, hummingbird,” he groans, pressing his forehead against mine. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”