Hush (Black Lotus #3)(35)

Dragging his mouth to my ass cheek, he sinks his teeth into me, biting me like a barbarian before spanking me once again with a fierce hand.

“On your knees,” he demands.

When I lower myself to the floor, he grabs on to me and flips my body around to face him, twisting my arms painfully—one crossed over the other. I scream out, but the pain from the transition dissolves. My ass throbs beneath me as I sit on the battered flesh.

He begins unbuttoning his shirt and stripping down. I admire his body as he stands naked in front of me. Taut muscles wrap around his broad shoulders and rope down his arms. His chest is defined in hard slabs that etch their way down to the deep V that leads to his thick cock. Aside from the bullet wound on his chest, his skin is smooth, but on him, the flaw is flawless; every part of his body is transcendental.

He lowers himself to his knees between my legs and lifts my hips to him, resting my bottom on top of his thighs as my feet are planted flat on either side of him. The head of his cock pushes against me, and he teases me when he drags it up and down between the lips of my *, wetting himself with my arousal.

“Tell me who owns you,” he says as he holds himself in his hand and tugs my opening with the tip of his cock.

“You do.”

“I want more.”

“Then take it,” I breathe, my whole body screaming in hysteria for him—for all of him. “You have me entirely. I love you, so take it all because it’s already yours.”

“Fucking Christ, I love you,” he growls as he buries himself balls deep inside me.

My tits bounce as he f*cks me with powerful thrusts while he holds my hips up. Throbbing flesh and burning arms cease to exist as I allow myself to get lost in this man I’ve fallen so in love with. I writhe against him every time he enters me, yearning for more. He reaches up and squeezes my one breast roughly before releasing his hand and slapping it. The piercing infliction on such tender skin battles against rhapsodic pleasure, and I cry out in pure carnal heat when he slaps my breast again before leaning down to lick and suck the supple swell of my chest.

The tether of the seatbelts cuts into my wrists as Declan dominates me, doing as he pleases with my body, because he can, because I give him that right.

He slows his pace when he pulls back from kissing me, asking, “Do you trust me?”

“I trust you.”

He then takes both of his hands and places them around my frail neck.

“Do you trust me now?”

I nod.

“Give me the words.”

“I trust you.”

“Don’t panic,” he says firmly, and when he does, a shudder of fear blazes through me.

His eyes pin to mine, and I feel his fingers clamp down as his hands grow in strength, closing around my throat. He starts to pick up the pace, pumping his cock in and out of me. My hands fist into tight balls as his grip around my neck becomes more intense.

The pressure builds and builds as his hands constrict around me.

I gasp for air when he collapses my trachea.

He’s choking me!

His arms strain even more, cutting off my airway completely as he stares into my tear-flooded, wide eyes.

My body lurches as I frantically gurgle, desperate for air.

I panic.

Oh, my God! I can’t breathe!!

“This is trust,” he grunts as he f*cks me wildly, pounding into me. He’s brutal. “Don’t be scared.”

My vision blurs, and I yank ferociously against the seatbelts. My hands and feet begin to prickle, and the sensation creeps through my arms and legs, taking me hostage. Chills wrack my body.

There’s no more air.

Everything goes black.

And then . . .

Everything around me explodes in a blazing eruption of every force of nature imaginable when his hands let go of me. Bursts of shattering light impair my vision, blinding me from everything around me as my body contracts viciously, splintering every bone in my body. I spasm in a debilitating orgasm unlike anything that could possibly exist on Earth. I cum violently hard, crying out in an inferno of wild passion. Pleasure rolls in tidal waves through every muscle, every tendon, every cell. It crashes down on me over and over and over, refusing to let go.

I hear Declan moaning deeply in the far distance, I feel his body heat wrap around me. Warmth soaks into my skin, and it feels like medicine when it spreads through my bloodstream. It calms, bringing me back down. I focus on its comfort as my eyes begin to focus. My whole body goes limp, and when I can clearly see Declan, I’m consumed by an overwhelming need for closeness.

“Untie me,” I cry out urgently. “Now, Declan. Untie me.”

My voice trembles and cracks, and he moves quickly to free me, and with each arm he releases, I wrap it tightly around him. He holds on to me as I straddle his lap, and bury my face into the side of his neck. Our bodies are clammy and we cling to each other.

“I’ve got you, darling,” he whispers again and again. “You’re okay; I’ve got you.”

And I know he does. I didn’t think it was possible to grow more intimately with Declan, to be even closer to him. But what he just did . . . I swear to God I felt him inside every molecule I’m made of. I’ve never felt more exposed, more vulnerable, more naked than I do right now in this very moment.

He has me at my weakest.

I finally lift my head and look at him, our bodies still connected, and kiss him, tasting every part of me on his tongue like the savage animal I am.