Impossibly (Dante’s Nine MC #1)(37)
Author: Colleen Masters

“If you don’t fuck me right this second,” I pant, “I might lose my damned mind.”

Declan doesn’t waste any time talking. He shucks off his designer sports coat, tossing it across the room like a three-dollar tee. I race to unbutton his crisp white dress shirt as he tears open the buckle of his belt. The layers obscuring his body from me fall away one by one, until only a pair of black briefs hide his completely naked form.

Even kneeling, he towers above me. His perfectly shaped muscles flex with contained lust, his inky tattoos standing out against his tan skin in the low light. His form is perfectly balanced, his dark curls hang loosely just above his shoulders. And as ever, his eyes could drown me if I let myself fall into them.

“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur in wonder.

“You’re gorgeous,” he replies, “Let me see all of you.”

I reach around my back and unclasp my corset. The tight garment falls away from my body, letting my breasts spill out of their restricting cage. I kneel before Declan, wearing nothing but my tiny black thong. All of a sudden, my confidence wavers. I’m just a kid. A little girl, compared to this Adonis of a man.

But I know with one look that that’s not what Declan sees. He closes the space between us, pulls me into his arms. His lips find mine once more as he lowers me down onto the bed with him. We lay side-by-side, our tongues glancing and tangling, as our hands explore the bodies we’ve lusted so long for. I can tell that Declan is trying to go slow, be gentle. But there’s only so long we can restrain ourselves.

I tug Declan’s briefs down over his hard, sculpted ass and finally, at long last, take his massive cock in my hands. I work my fingers over the mind-blowing length of it as Declan moans in pleasure. I need both hands to even come close to taking all of him in my grasp. But feeling that hard, throbbing length only makes me more eager to know what it would feel like to have him slip inside of me.

Declan slides my thong down my thighs, tossing it across the room. I let my hands rest on his rippling torso, my fingertips dancing along his every defined muscle.

“I just want to sink inside of you,” he says, brushing the hair out of my eyes.

“Do it,” I tell him, “I’m ready for you.”

He kisses me hard, telling me everything I need to know. I’m safe. We’re here together. Everything is OK. He grabs a condom from the bedside table and rolls it down the length of his shaft. I take a deep breath as he lowers his powerful hips. My knees fall further apart as I open myself to him. A little gasp escapes my lips as I feel the tip of him, pressing against my wet slit. Little by little, he presses. That thick, pulsating rod parting my tight pink lips. My mouth falls open wordlessly at that new pressure I could never have imagined; it can only be described as mind numbing painful-pleasure. I expected there to be more pain, discomfort—but there is also a sense of fullness, of closeness, as he eases into me.

“You’re so tight, Kassie,” he groans, as at last I’ve taken every last inch of him.

“It’s just your massive cock that makes it feel that way,” I grin breathlessly, high on the feel of him, “Let me feel more…”

He draws back and thrusts into me, driving deeper into my throbbing core. I lean into his every pass as he bucks his hips, letting me feel him in the deepest parts of me. I’m dizzy with sensation, high on wanting more. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper as he drives into me with abandon. Our gentle intentions are subsumed by an insatiable need to have as much of each other as we can get. We move madly together, bucking and clutching. Our voices entwine in the air all around us, an ecstatic cacophony.

Just as I feel myself edging back toward the heights of bliss, I push Declan’s shoulders, urging him onto his back. He pulls me on top of him, bouncing wildly on his cock. I shove my hands through my hair, letting him see my breasts, my hips, my eyes. His hands find my waist, his grip tight and urgent.

“You feel so fucking good, Kassie,” he growls, his face flushes.

“Good,” I groan, riding him as hard as I can, “I want you to come inside me. I want to feel you—”

My words choke off as his fingers fly to my throbbing clit. He barely has to touch me there before I’m coming, hard. I’m balanced on his member, writhing in bliss, as he lets himself go. I’m surprised I can feel it through the condom, the warm rush that gushes into me as he comes, hard too. We ride out the waves of our pleasure together, holding onto each other for dear life. We’re beyond words now, beyond cares or even thoughts.

And it’s perfect.

When finally we come down from those soaring heights, I curl myself against his bare chest. He pulls me close, his every movement languorous and spent. I press my back to his chest as his arms enclose me, sheltering me. He rests his cheek against mine as we lay together, amazed and speechless in the wake of what we’ve just shared. We don’t need to talk about it. Not just yet. It’s enough to lie here together. To fall asleep to the gentle, even rhythm of his breathing.

Dim light filters through the blinds when I finally open my eyes the next morning. A slow smile spreads across my face as I remember where I am, what’s transpired. I peer over my shoulder to find Declan’s sleeping face. I’m moved by how peaceful, how at ease his usually intense features seem, now.

Not wanting to wake him, I slip noiselessly out of bed. Smiling, I slip into his discarded white shirt and pad off in search of the bathroom. I want to freshen up before he wakes up. Steal a toothbrush, maybe. I spot a door across the room, where the bathroom of my own suite is situated, and cross to it. The door itself is especially heavy. I have to yank, hard, to make it budge an inch.

That’s a strange design flaw, I think to myself, as the door finally swings open. But then, I raise my eyes and take in what lies beyond the threshold.

The walls are hung with every sort of gun I could imagine, and many I couldn’t begin to. Cubbies and lockers are filled with ammunition, overflowing, even. This is no civilian’s gun collection. This is a weapons locker. A bunker. A goddamn war chest. I stand, staring at the array of deadly machinery spread out before me. The gauzy, brilliant dream of last night rises away like a trail of smoke. I look back at Declan’s sleeping form, my heart heavy.

Of course this couldn’t just be easy.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

My entire body trembles under the hot stream of the shower. I run my shaking hands through my hair, willing my mind to quiet down. Having finally located the actual bathroom, rather than the secret armory of Mr. Declan Tiberi, I try to force deep breaths into my lungs. My hyperventilating and occasional bouts of nervous laughter will hopefully be drowned out by the gushing water.