The relieved, in-heaven expression on Declan's face when I agreed to give him a second chance, melted my heart, tickled my belly, and brought extreme heat to the area between the thighs, warming me all over that I wanted to go over to him, sit on his lap, and reunite our lips, but remembering how our mouths connected in Switzerland and with how he kissed me, I remained in my chair. I was hungry, the food was to die for, and I wasn't ready to lose my clothes and hop on what I'd been thinking and dreaming about since our night in Europe. Not just yet.

Since using him in Switzerland, knowing he'd give me what my pussy needed and had been lacking, I didn't want him to think I only agreed to be his girl to use him for my needs again. I know he knew what I did that night, even though he kept it to himself. I saw it on his face, eyes, and actions the following day—looking regretful that he allowed me to play with his heart. An act I felt terrible for doing, which is not something I'd usually do.

Besides spending time with Declan at the gym and gun range, I've distanced myself from him since returning from Europe, not wanting him to think I'd take advantage of him again. It was wrong of me to do, and I've felt guilty for doing so. At the time, even though I had plans to show my appreciation for everything he'd done for me, my other mind felt he owed me that night with him, and I took what I wanted without thinking how it would affect his heart.

Declan came to my rescue earlier when it wasn't asked or needed. He lovingly touched and affectionately held me to assure me I was safe and to show that he still cared about me.

The way his pleading eyes are on me, begging me to give him another chance, I owe him a night he deserves—just not at the dining room table where his daughter eats. After taking my last bite, I said as I eyed the empty container, "Thank you for reminding me how good Cantonese is. This was very good."

I looked up, and his smile warmed me again, building heat between my thighs. "You're welcome, Ma Chéri."

Declan's term of endearment instantly sent butterflies to swarm my tummy. Even though I didn't want to do this here and wanted to wait until later, I rose to my feet and approached him. I couldn't hold back any longer. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to kiss me. I missed his lips on mine and how he put so much love and energy into every kiss we used to share. I needed to feel his mouth massaging mine and his loving arms to hold me. I straddled his lap, pressed my hands to his face, and when his curious eyes looked into mine, wondering what I was up to, I crashed my lips to his.

With this kiss, I wanted him to know how sorry I was for using him and also to let him know I missed him as much as he missed me, that I needed him, and that I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me. How he's looked at me every day since I arrived in his care, I knew just how much he'd been hoping I'd take him back.

Now he has me—I'm his—and I couldn't be more excited to have him back in my life finally.

My pussy pulsed, there was growing excitement in my belly, and my heart thumped harder against my chest when his hands formed to my head, and he moaned while pulling me tightly to his mouth, deepening the kiss, while his anxious tongue sought to play with mine.

I was so into the kiss I didn't realize I was grinding his lap until his hands lowered to my hips and created friction when he pressed me firmer onto his cock, encouraging my pussy to grind harder on it, adding more heat to my pussy. So much that I broke from his mouth, shuddered, tilted my head back, and moaned.

I quivered again when his tongue ran along my neck. "Fuck, Seraphine," he rasped, "I've missed your moans so much. They were always my favorite sounds whenever we fooled around."

Declan always had me moaning whenever we kissed, did foreplay, or when we devoured one another. The most sound he ever got out of me was the night I had finally given him all of me and our last night in Switzerland.

His admission and how savagely he was devouring my neck excited me to the core, and I moaned delightfully. "I think we should leave this room and commit some sins," I shakily breathed, quivering from the excitement.

Declan's fingers raked through my hair, gripping a handful when his lips moved to my ear, causing me to shiver when he huskily said, "My tongue still remembers how you taste, Ocean Eyes. And by your suggesting we take this further is causing my mouth to water and my cock to be hard as steel. I want to please you. I want to show you how much I still care about you. So, if that's what you want me to do to you, tell me now." His hands returned to my hips, and he moved me over his hard cock. "Can you feel how much I want to pleasure you?"

My body quivered as I nodded.

"Words, Seraphine. I need to hear you tell me what you want," he begged as a flash of lightning lit up the room, followed by a loud thunder bang, causing me to jump. "It's just the storm," he assured me, assuming I thought the sound was something else—like a gunshot.

Heat rushed to my cheeks when I answered what he wanted to know, "I want you to use your mouth for something else rather than waking up my body with your thrilling words."

My belly tickled when his hands lowered to my ass and secured me to him when he rose to his feet. "I will definitely give my mouth something to do. I hope your lungs are ready," he warned, his one hand leaving my ass to my neck and pulling me to his mouth while carrying me through his home and to his bed.

My belly flopped with nerves when he carefully lowered me onto the bed and hovered over me, the speck of gold in his desiring eyes brightening the deeper he looked into mine.

The yearning to have his lips back on mine had never been so intense, but when I saw a question hiding behind his dreamy brown eyes and looked afraid to ask, I quietly answered what I assumed he wanted to know: "I'm not using you this time. This is real. I promise."

His lips slowly curved upward, sending jolts of electricity to travel from the base of my spine to my neck, causing my body to spark to life. "Even if you were using me again, I'd still give you what you want and need. You deserve it. I owe you so much for putting you in your position. But I was only eyeing the woman beneath me, who I'd dreamed about every damn day since that night, and how we've both paid the price for my actions. I'm still shocked you're here, back with me, and that this isn't a dream. Now that I have you back, I promise I'll never allow what happened twelve years ago to happen again."

"Kiss me," I demanded desperately.

The moment his lips touched mine, I knew his promise was true. I'll never have to worry about Declan leaving or him allowing another man to ruin me, that he'll be mine until I take my last breath.

Declan's lips left mine, and as he trailed them along my jawline, he croaked, "Every night, I dreamt about your legs wrapped around my waist." His mouth moved to my neck, and between kisses, he continued, "I dreamt about pleasuring your pussy with my tongue and pleasing it with my cock." He moved back to my face, peppering kisses all over, ensuring he didn't miss a spot as he said, "I dreamt about kissing you until your lips were raw and swollen." Then his lips returned to mine, kissing me with a hunger that had my toes twisting and curling and more desperate to have him inside of me.

I broke from his mouth, pressed my head into the mattress to eye him better, and begged, "Instead of telling me about your nightly dreams, show me."

Seconds later, my bottoms were off, my legs were hanging over his shoulders, and his head was between my thighs, looking at me with a belly-tickling smile. "Grab my hair, press your thighs to my head, moan, scream, writhe, fight me, do whatever your beautiful heart desires because this mouth isn't leaving this beautiful pussy until I know it's satisfied."

I shivered from that remark and quivered even more when he spread my lower lips and dropped his tongue, slowly swiping my needy clit, bringing more heat to my pussy, that my hips raised, shoving it further into Declan's mouth, sending shivers to my body and my fingers to tighten around his dark locks when he deliciously groaned.

He slid a couple of fingers into my pussy, and when his fingers started to thrust sensually and sucked my clit into his mouth, a moan deep from the belly left my lips, and my body squirmed like a worm while pulling his hair.

"That's it. Make all the noise you can, Ocean Eyes. Move that gorgeous body as you are. Fuck my face, and spread that magnificent scent all over it," he guided, leaving my pussy to say. "Use your fingers to show me if I'm not pleasuring you the way you want to be pleased."

"Your fingers are much better than my own," I breathed, my body writhing in response, obeying his command. "You're doing exactly what it needs," I panted, loving the way his fingers were moving inside of me.

Declan's mouth returned to pleasing, and while his tongue danced over my pussy, he cooed, "This is much better than a dream, Seraphine." Then he rasped, "So much better. I can't get enough of your taste. So fucking scrumptious."

That was all he needed to say to bring me to an exciting climax. My toes curled tightly, and I screamed, "Oh mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu! J'arrive!" ("Oh God, oh God, oh God! I'm coming!")

"Nourris-moi cet orgasme et viens sur toute ma langue Ma Chéri." ("Feed me that orgasm, and come all over my tongue.")

I screamed, and my body squirmed as he lapped me up, leaving no evidence of my arousal behind.

I thought he was done feasting off my pussy once I gave him what he wanted, but no. His tongue continued to tease, making me quiver and whimper even more. "I can't handle the stimulation anymore," I complained, raising my hips to try and ease the overwhelming feeling.

"One more orgasm," he rasped, the tip of his tongue circling my overly sensitive, stimulated clit. The euphoria he was creating inside me was too much. It was causing my cheeks and body to feel like they were on fire. "Just one more."

He awakened things inside me, giving me an experience I've never felt. I'm not so sure I can handle his mouth buried where it is much longer, but... "I'll do my best," I panted.

I tried hard not to focus on the overwhelming sensations coursing through me to chase the orgasm he wanted. I wanted to give him a blow job, but he's got me worn out, so much so that I just want his body covering mine and his cock doing magical things to me.

"Come on, Seraphine. Come all over my tongue again," he begged just before his tongue entered my world and twirled it around, looking for my release.

Finally, what he wanted came, and I screamed, my hips raised, and my thighs squashed his head when my orgasm hit. Hopefully, he'll give my pussy a break from feasting, return to my mouth, and cause my lips to become raw instead.

"Mine. Mine. Mine," Declan muttered while moving up my body and bringing me to heavenly bliss when his mouth crashed to mine, savagely kissing me and sharing the aftermath of my orgasm with me. "I've missed you. Fuck, have I missed you," he moaned, leaving my mouth.

His soft-spoken, heartwarming words made me smile. "I've missed you, too." Reminding me of the words he used to say whenever he returned from a tour.

He pressed his stiff cock into my hip and said, "He's missed you, too."

"If you both missed me as much as you say, why are your pants still on?" I sassed.

His handsome smile warmed me all over again. "Are you begging me for more pleasure?"

"Yes," I answered bluntly, then clarified, "For your cock. Not your mouth."

His lips pressed to mine, and then he stood. My eyes stayed on him as he removed his clothes, and when he lowered his boxer briefs, and his cock sprung free, I licked my lips at the delicious sight.

"Do you like what you see, Ocean Eyes?"

Since the day we met, besides Ma Chéri, he's called me Ocean Eyes, which makes my heart swell every time he says it. I nodded, letting him know I liked what I saw. Chadwick's dick was nothing compared to Declan's. It may have been years since I slept with Chadwick, but from what I remember, he isn't anything to brag about, and he's nothing near Declan's skills in the bedroom.

I was like Chadwick's blow-up doll—a toy to get his jollies off. And the sex was always so brutal, like he hated me.

"I do," I said, reaching for his cock and wrapping my hand around it, giving it a few pumps before he climbed back on top of me, warming me when he lowered to my body.

His mouth found mine, sweetly kissing me. Then his tongue slid along my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. "He's all yours. He's always been yours."

He says that. Yet he has a child. However, I understand why. He saw me with Chadwick, his heart and eyes telling him we were over. But I don't want to think about that. I want to forget that part of my life—all twelve years of that misery.

Declan told me to take what I wanted. So, I brought his dick to my pussy, and moaned when he slowly inched his way inside of me. The feeling of his cock moving sensually inside me, bringing me to heaven I've wished I'd been in these last twelve years instead of the land of hell, had me closing my eyes and enjoying this wonderful moment.

However, for some strange reason, even though he was a tight fit and I loved how his girthy dick felt inside of me, my pussy felt like something was missing, like it wasn't getting enough, what it was used to getting and needed more. It was screaming for more, and my body was also shouting more, more, more. It confused me because Chadwick and I hadn't had sex in years. My lips, body, and pussy had been denied for years. So, I didn't understand why it felt it needed more, and when I pushed that thought aside, my pussy became angry like it was begging to be brutalized, befuddling me even more.

My heart fluttered when I opened my eyes and saw Declan's desired eyes gazing at me; he was so damn handsome and sexy, and everything I'd missed, that my heart clenched for the thoughts coursing through me.

The corner of his mouth raised. "Your pussy feels so damn good hugging my cock."

It does feel good where it's at, but still, my body can't help but want more than what it's receiving. "I need more."

His hips continued to move, he pressed his lips on mine, and then his mouth moved to my ear, causing goosebumps to pepper my skin. "More what? Tell me. I need to hear those words, Seraphine. I need to know what it is that you want."

"Be rougher."

His face returned to mine with widened, shocked eyes and raised eyebrows. "Rougher?" he croaked, surprised.

"I think that's what I need. I don't know," I said, embarrassed, because that's not how I've ever liked it. But somehow, it's screaming for it. "Fuck me like you hate me. Fuck me like you're so angry that I didn't wait for your return. Fuck me hatefully because Chadwick's dick was inside me when it never should've been."

His hips slowed, and he cocked his head to the side. "Are you sure?"

I think so. "Please?"

His expression looked like I had dropped a bomb on him, but he responded, and when his thrusts increased, being more brutal, my arms wrapped around his body, underneath his arms, clutching his body to hold on for my dear life.

Declan's fast, hard thrusts had me holding him tight and begging for more hate sex. I hated it. Absolutely hated it. But my fucked-up brain kept continuing to ask for it. Like I was supposed to be begging for it. "Harder... please," I begged, my eyes welled with tears when I said please.

I hated this. I wanted this reunion to be special for Declan and me. I wanted him to show how much he still cared about me. How much he missed me. How much he missed us. But this moment turned into hate-filled sex, like I was having sex with the one I was trying to forget, and it was bringing more tears to my eyes.

I felt my orgasm coming, and my arms tightened around him. When it finally came, my pussy clenched tightly around Declan's cock, and a sound of relief left his lips when the warmth of my arousal coated his dick, like he was relieved to end this hate fucking I begged him for. His release followed, and a drop of his mouth on mine, sweetly kissing my lips as if he knew that's what I needed after brutalizing my pussy.

I did. But it didn't stop the tears from breaking free.

His dick slipped out of me when he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him and holding me tightly in his arms, knowing I needed comforting. "I'm here, Seraphine," he whispered soothingly. "I'm here." He pressed his lips to my head, holding it there momentarily. Not asking me why I was crying or why I asked him to hate fuck me. It's like he knew why I wanted sex with him that way when I didn't. Lifting my chin, he kissed my lips. "We'll get through this together, okay?"

I nodded, tears pouring from my eyes.

Wiping away my tears and looking me in the eye, he said, "I promise. I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you."

I swallowed down the tears and whispered, "Okay."

My cheek returned to his chest, and he squeezed me tighter, knowing it was the comfort I needed, assuring me he'd do everything he could to keep me safe. I don't know how long we lay still, but his embrace, the warmth of his arms, and how he quietly and softly sang All of Me, my mind relaxed, my eyes closed, and I drifted off to sleep.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! 🤞🤞

Translations:

"Oh God, oh God, oh God! I'm coming!" ("Oh mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu ! J'arrive!")

"Feed me that orgasm, and come all over my tongue." ("Nourris-moi cet orgasme et viens sur toute ma langue Ma Chéri.")