Echo (Black Lotus #2)(84)
As soon as my words are out, he bares his teeth, sinking them into my most tender flesh as I pull his hair. I hiss in a pleasurable pain that only Declan is able to give, and I’m satisfied in knowing he’s content to inflict it upon me. I sink down into the bed when his hot tongue begins f*cking my *, dragging in and out of me in torturous delight.
Grabbing on to my hips, he begins to move me over his tongue, up and down, push and pull, forcing me to now f*ck his face. Sparks flicker when I close my eyes, and I give in, grinding down on his face, and his approving growls to selfishly take this pleasure he’s offering spurs me on more.
Thighs quiver, hips buck, heart thuds, and I don’t deserve this.
“Stop.”
I push him away and scoot back.
“No,” he barks at me, pulling me back down, wrapping his lips around my clit as he grips his cock and starts jerking himself off.
“Declan, please,” I whimper as he draws me closer to my orgasm, but he ignores me.
His tongue laps over me, teasing, sucking, biting, licking. He’s fervent in his movements with only one goal in mind, and when he rolls my hips against his mouth, I explode.
Shattering waves of electricity burn and spark through nerves and veins, heating me in a frisson of passion. I come sinfully hard, feeling every pulsing contraction of my * gripping Declan’s tongue as he moans out his own orgasm. Our sweat-covered bodies writhe together as internal wounds open in vulnerability. Tears spill from the corners of my eyes when he kisses his way up my battered body, over my breasts, along my neck, and up to my lips where he says, “Taste how perfect you are for me,” before dipping his tongue in my mouth so I can taste myself on him.
And we kiss.
We kiss like no two humans have ever kissed before.
We’re tear-stained savages, sharing a single breath of life, death, and love. Giving, taking, bruising, and reuniting what I thought was forever destroyed.
And for the first time in a very long time, when I tire out and close my eyes, I spend my slumber with Carnegie.
WAKING UP, DECLAN is sitting up in bed next to me, drinking a cup of coffee and watching the world news on the flat screen above the fireplace that’s across the bedroom. As the rain falls outside, pelting against the windows, I lie still, allowing my body to wake up slowly as I watch a breaking news segment.
When I stretch out, Declan notices I’m awake, saying, “Morning, darling,” and opens his arms up for me to curl into.
“What time is it?” I ask in a groggy voice.
“After one. We slept all day.”
Turning my attention back to the television, I listen to the report on an American aircraft that crashed after there was a malfunction with the landing gear. I melt into Declan’s hold as I watch the reporter give an update as the passengers are deplaning in the background. He announces everyone’s survival and that only a few were injured and are being taken to the hospital. But it’s when the camera pans over the passengers that my heart stalls and I immediate sit up.
“What is it?” Declan asks, but I can’t speak, and then the segment is over.
“Can you rewind this?”
“What’s going on?”
“Just rewind it,” I say on a trembled voice and my body goes into high alert.
Declan rewinds the segment, and as soon as the camera zooms in on the passengers, I tell him, “Pause it.”
My eyes widen in shocked disbelief as my pulse races out of control.
It can’t be.
Crawling to the edge of the bed, Declan’s worried voice calls to me in question, “Elizabeth?”
Oh my God.
“He’s alive.”
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