Shock resonates through me as I realize he is right.
He had.
I had.
His tongue forcing its way past my lips has me forgetting. He is the master of my universe, and for the first time, I don’t feel like my negative emotions are crowding in to suffocate me. I can breathe, and it is all because of Declan.
Gripping his wrists, I give him everything I can in this kiss. All my pain and fear correlate into one bundle of nerves. His moan mixed with my whimpers makes me wish I didn’t have to go to my parents’. I could happily stay in bed with him all day.
Like a bucket of ice water, the heat is gone. The mere thought of him seeing me nude has cold horror travelling through my veins. Pulling from his lips, I feel the swollen sting of my own. Out of breath and wanting more, I get up and rush to my bathroom.
Slamming the door shut behind me, I whimper, “I can’t do this,” to the despair-ridden girl in the mirror. Eyes glue to the toilet where my razors are.
Declan
Fucking Christ. I can’t win for fucking losing.
She was fire in my arms, she finally got it. I fucking felt it, and then poof. Gone. Nothing. I won’t back down, though. I’m going to possess every piece of this woman’s soul if it kills me. She’s mine, and the sooner she accepts that, the better.
Ashley’s battling some serious inner demons, and I’m willing to give her time to work through them. Not a lot, but enough to show her that I won’t back down. Whatever she’s hiding, it won’t deter me.
Standing up, I readjust the erection currently trying to beat its way through my pants. Walking to the door she just shut herself behind, I can hear her mumbling, so I decide to shake her up, and hopefully, piss her off enough to bring the fire back into her eyes.
“Look, cupcake.” I’m surely going to hell for this one. “If you’re going to keep running from me, the least you could do is relieve me of this ache before you do. Blue balls is only fun for so long.”
A curse follows a slamming cupboard. Leaning against the door jam, I smirk just as she opens the door. Lifting my hand to her face, I swipe my thumb along her swollen bottom lip. “These bee-stung lips wrapped around my dick would look fucking phenomenal.”
Just as I was aiming for…fire shoots from her eyes, narrowly missing her knee to said blue balls, she hits my thigh instead. “Fuck you, Declan.”
“I would love to.” My honesty leaves her mouth open, so I poke her some more. “I could put something in there if you’d like?”
She cocks her head to the side, studying me like a bug under a microscope. “Are you always such a dickhead?”
Covering my heart with my hand, I tell her, “That was my very last feeling hurt.”
“I’m sure it won’t be the last.”
“True, and no, I’m not. You seem to bring the dick out in me, and frankly, I like it.” Crowding her into the bathroom, her back hits the wall with a soft oomph. My left-hand cages her in while my right smooths up her body. Rubbing circles on each breast, I grin as her breathing picks up. Pushing on her collarbone, I lean into her ear to whisper, “No woman has ever made me come in my pants just from watching her.” I nip her neck. “And never have I choked a woman to give her pleasure.” I bite her neck hard enough that she hisses out a pain-filled breath. “You are a completely different woman to any that have been before you, and cupcake, there will be none after you.”
I lean back to make sure my words have the desired effect, and her eyes shoot to mine. Pain, hope, fear, lust, they clash for dominance in her gaze, and fuck is it a gorgeous sight to see.
“I’m just a job to you,” she whimpers.
I could both kill and kiss Zach at the moment. “You were,” I confirm, and her eyes lower to hide the hurt. “But you’re so much more now. From the minute you snuck out of that coffee shop, you became more.”
“Oh.”
Laughing because she is finally getting it, I tell her, “Let’s go before your brother sends a search party.”
“Ok,” she responds absently. “Did you bring your motorcycle?” Excitement colors her question.
Smiling, I grab her hand and pull her behind me. For once she doesn’t fight me. Looking back, I see her grab her coat and lock the door before we’re hauling ass outside. The air is crisp; a light breeze cools the heat from the unnaturally warm day.
As we reach my ride, I pull the extra helmet I have for her from the saddle bag. Her shy smile as I place it on her head and strap it on demands a kiss. So, I do.
Gripping the back of her neck, I force her body to slam into mine as my mouth devours her. I have a bruising grip on her hip, and I couldn’t care less. I want the whole world to know she belongs to me.
She’s shocked at first until my tongue meets hers, and she’s soon fighting for control. I let her…for a split second. I nip her lip hard enough she hisses in a breath. Our kiss turns violent. Ashley trying to wrestle me for dominance, me showing her I’m the motherfucking boss. Throughout the whole thing, my cock aches and grows larger by the second. I want to be balls deep inside of her.