Hush (Black Lotus #3)(70)

It’s effervescent bliss.

And when he’s fully immersed in me, I’m saved. Free from my cankering misery, I hold on to Declan as he f*cks me in slow agonizing strokes. His moans blend with mine, our bodies coalesced like never before. Our souls tethered into one.

He flips us over and I roll my hips over his cock. He sits up and kisses my neck, my tits, my mouth while I fist my hands in his hair and rock into him. When he leans his head back, I stare into his eye as I ride his cock.

“I love you.” My words resting on broken pants.

He groans through rictus lips before reaching his hands around the backs of my shoulders and pushing me farther down on his cock. I can feel him throbbing inside of me and then he lifts me off him. Lying on my side with him behind me, he pulls my leg up and buries himself deep inside of me.

He slips his one arm under my head, and I hold his hand while he uses his other to turn my head to him. We kiss, and I reach down between my legs to feel his cock as he f*cks me.

“Touch yourself.”

Taking my wetness from his dick, I move to rub my clit in slow circles, and my hips buck when I do. He drapes my hair behind my shoulder and kisses the veins on my neck, sending my body into shivers. It doesn’t take long before my * grows wetter and the onslaught of an orgasm begins to build inside of me.

Declan shifts to his back with me on top of him, my legs bent and feet planted on the bed, and he thrusts into me from behind. My back lies against his chest, and he’s now massaging my clit alongside my fingers. Our hands grow wet as he continues sliding himself in and out of me.

“Oh, God, Declan.”

“That’s it, baby. I want to feel you all over me.”

With my hand locked to his, I rock my hips down on him, unable to still myself and greedy for him to fill me with his cum.

“Fuck me,” I tell him, and with our fingers mingled in my *, he pumps his hips up into me.

My eyes fall shut as my ass slides back and forth over the top of him. Nerves begin to fissure, limbs begin to tingle. He presses his fingers down on my clit, and I rupture. He pounds his thick cock into me, driving my orgasm out of me. I writhe against him, pulling every bit of pleasure he has to give, and then I feel him cum. He groans heavily, spurting his life source inside of my body, grabbing my * with his hand and grinding me roughly against him.

We ride each other, taking every piece from one another that we can. My head slips off the back of his shoulder, and he kisses me deeply, our tongues tasting and licking. When he rolls us back to our sides, he pulls himself out of me, cum dripping onto my thighs as I turn over to face him.

He plants his lips on my sweaty forehead.

“Thank you.”

“I love you,” he tells me. “If this is what you need, I’ll give it to you as many times as you need it.”

We stay in bed for most of the day, naked and wrapped in each other’s arms. If I’m not sleeping, then I’m crying.

If I’m not crying, then we’re kissing and touching.

And if we’re not kissing and touching, then I’m sleeping.

The cycle laps as the hours pass. Eventually Declan takes a shower, leaving me alone with the rain that has yet to let up. With the blankets tucked around me, I feel at peace here in the hotel room with Declan and away from anything that could have the potential to hurt me.

A buzzing sound alerts me. I sit up and look around the room, unsure of what the noise is. Then, when I spot my purse on the floor next to the closet, it hits me. I slip out of the bed and dig my hand down past my wallet and grab my cell phone.

UNKNOWN reads across the screen.

I accept the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, kitty.”





“I THOUGHT I told you not to call me.” My voice is razor sharp, but I keep it low because Declan is in the shower.

“I wouldn’t call you if I weren’t desperate. I need your help, so it’s time you got off your high horse and remember where you came from and the people that took care of you.”

As I kneel by the wall next to the closet, I respond, “Took care of me?”

“Who helped Pike save you from your foster parents? Who drove the car? Who let you live with them?”

“Let’s get one thing straight, you were Pike’s friend, not mine.”

“Are you going to help me or not?”

“Not. Like I said, you die and I have the guarantee that I can move forward without having to look over my shoulder.”

“You’re gonna die too,” he says, his words catching me off guard.

“What are you talking about?”

“It was the only way to ensure I stay alive.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I grit as I stand.

“You think you’re running this show? Think again. You might not value my life, but I’m not willing to lose it over an uptight cunt like you.”

I try to keep my voice from quivering. “What did you do?”

“I gave them your name. Told them you had the money. So you have no choice but to help me. After all, your life is on the line too now.”

The shock and fury that surge through my veins is rampant fuel, and I’m not even thinking about keeping a hushed tone when I spit my fury. “You motherf*cker!”

He laughs, saying, “Next time don’t f*ck with me when I ask for help, kitty.”