Bang (Black Lotus #1)(83)
He carefully rolls me onto my back and pushes himself deep inside of me, being gentle to not hurt my bruised back.
“Tell me you feel that,” he says as he looks down at me and I nod. He pulls back, sliding his thick cock out of me before thrusting inside of me even deeper. “Tell me you feel how much I love you.”
“I feel it.”
He continues to f*ck me with a powerful, slow force, each penetration going deeper and deeper. I grab on to his arms for support, his muscles flexing as his body tenses up with every intense stroke of our bare flesh as my body begins to climb with his.
When the heat ripples through me, I begin to shudder beneath him. He drops his head to mine, his cock grows even harder, thickening inside of me, pressing against my walls as they begin to constrict around his shaft, and I come hard.
“Oh, f*ck,” he growls, losing control of himself as he pounds into me.
My moans grow louder with each pulse of sheer euphoria that shoots through me. I wrap my legs around his hips, clamping my * around him, milking his cock, craving every drop of his sperm that fills me up. I’ve never felt so loved, but it consumes me in this moment as I surrender everything that I am and hand it over to Declan. I need him to spread his feral scent all over me as he takes me as his to do with as he likes, because I want to be a part of him.
He pins his eyes on me, and I know he can see the hunger in me when he starts f*cking me even harder, refusing to stop even though he just came. His pupils are dilated black, flaring in possessive need when he hisses, “You’re mine.”
“Yes.”
Thrust. Thrust.
“I own you.”
Thrust.
“Completely,” I breathe in submission.
Thrust.
“My property.”
Thrust.
“Yes,” I mewl in ecstasy as I come again, spiraling away into shrills of sensuous pleasure. He’s a beast on top of me, and when he spreads my legs wide open, pressing my knees into the mattress, he slams his hips down, burying his cock inside of me to the root. With a carnal groan, I feel a warm stream of fluid flood inside of me and spill out between our connected bodies.
“Declan,” I release on a faint breath—shocked as he fills me with his urine—claiming and marking me as his in the most animalistic way.
He releases my knees and quickly slips his arms under my back, holding me close before rolling us to our sides. My breathing is staggered as we stare at each other. Maybe I should be disgusted by what he just did, considering the things Carl used to do to me, but I’m not. I’m safe—safe enough to hand myself over to him entirely and know that he will take care of me—never hurt me. I love him, and I feel this intrinsic need to be as intimately close to him as I can possibly get.
“You belong to me,” he eventually says as our bodies calm down, still connected, and bathed in his scent.
“Yes.”
He threads his fingers through my hair, asking, “Your back? Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head slightly, responding, “You settled me. Everything you want from me is exactly what I want to give you. You don’t even have to take it. Just have it because it’s yours.” I give my sincere words and watch as he digests them. His face softens peacefully, and when it does, I take his lips in the most loving kiss I’ve ever given.
Without selfishness.
Without expectations.
Without malicious undertones.
I give him the purest piece of my heart that I have remaining and hand it over in the most honest way I can despite all the evil that surrounds me. In this moment of time that I have with him, I want to love him and give him the best parts of me I can find. I want to feel this—the part of life that’s good, the part of life I never thought I’d feel. I want to give every last bit of what I’m feeling right now to Declan because somehow, in some magical way, he makes life feel like it’s worth living.
A RICH, INTOXICATING fragrance fills my senses as I stir awake. Rolling over in Declan’s bed, I’m alone, aside from the dozens of pure white lotus flowers that are spread over the bed and myself. Containing my smile would be a feat, so I don’t even bother. The heady mixture of fruit, rain, and earth wafts through the room as I take in the beauty of the delicate blooms—Declan’s favorite flower.
Turning my head, I see a folded piece of paper sitting on his nightstand. I reach out and sit up, unfolding the paper to read his hand-written note.
Nina,
I tried to shower you in something that was just as pure and beautiful as you, but I fell short. The lotus was the best I could do, but they don’t even come close to the perfection I see every time I look at you. I know I said we’d spend the day together, but I have to run into the office for a little while. Call me when you wake up. I miss your sweet voice already.
No one could possibly love you more.
-D
The phone is already ringing by the time I finish reading as I wait for him to answer.
“Good morning,” he says.
“When did you do this?”
“Secrets, darling,” he teases, and I can picture his smile now, lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes.
“Keep your secrets then, as long as I continue to benefit,” I joke right back.
“I adore you.”