One Hot Chase (Hot Brits #12)

Chapter Nineteen

Sabrina

Whew, somebody get me a fan. Declan Wilde burned me up just from the way his voice sounded when he swore we would unleash our naughtiest desires. And when he vowed we won't stop until dawn breaks, I nearly fainted. No joke. I have never fainted in my entire life, but I seriously could do that tonight. I knew Declan was a sex god, but tonight he's like a human hot pepper---the kind that's so hot it could melt your brain.

No running away this time, fair Sabrina. You belong to me tonight.

Okay, I can admit I got a little spooked when he said that. But I want him so badly I can't think straight, and nothing will stop me from being with him tonight.

Tomorrow...who knows.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, but it's no use. Declan's eyes are locked on mine, blazing with an intensity that makes my knees weak. He takes a step closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body.

"Nervous, love?" he murmurs, his words dripping with lust.

I manage a shaky laugh. "Me? Nervous? Please. I eat nervous for breakfast."

His lips quirk up in that infuriatingly cocky smirk. "Is that so? Well, I hope you saved room for dessert."

Before I can come up with a witty retort, his hand is on my waist, pulling me flush against him. His other hand cups my cheek, his thumb brushing softly across my skin. "Last chance to run, Bree."

I swallow hard, my heart pounding so loudly I'm sure he can hear it. "I'm done running, at least for tonight. I want this. I want you."

Before I can take another breath, he crushes his lips to mine. The kiss is everything I've been fantasizing about and more---passionate, demanding, and exhilarating. My hands find their way to his hair, fingers tangling in those lush, dark locks as I pull him closer.

Declan groans into my mouth, the sound as decadent as the man himself. His hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When we finally break apart, both gasping for air, I feel dizzy with the need to take him inside me.

"Bloody hell, Sabrina," he pants, resting his forehead against mine. "You're going to be the death of me."

"Well, if you're going down, I'm coming with you."

Declan lifts me off my feet, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. "You most certainly are coming with me---over and over."

He starts walking us toward the bedroom, suckling my earlobe and fondling my breast at the same time. This man has impressive skills.

"Think you can handle me?" I ask, while I grow slicker and hotter by the second.

Declan's answering chuckle vibrates against my skin, though he doesn't respond to my question. As we cross the threshold into the bedroom, I gaze deeply into his eyes, amazed by how effortlessly he carries me, his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips. "I intend to explore every inch of you, fair Sabrina. And yes, I can handle you. Just wait and see."

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I tighten my grip on him. Before I can formulate a witty comeback, Declan lowers me onto the bed, his body hovering over mine for a brief moment before he settles on top of me. The weight of him, the heat of his skin, the intensity of his gaze---it's all overwhelming in the best possible way. I reach up, tracing the strong line of his jaw with my fingertips.

His hands explore my body with a delicious urgency, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I arch into his touch, desperate for more. When his fingers find the zipper of my dress, I hold my breath in anticipation.

"May I?" he asks, his voice an erotic growl.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Slowly, torturously, he unzips my dress with sure, strong fingers. As he pulls my dress down inch by inch, I struggle for breath, so aroused that it's almost painful. My panties are damp, and my nipples have pearled. When Declan pulls my undies down in a leisurely manner, I want to shout at him to hurry the hell up. But I won't. I love this delicious torture. As Declan peels my bra away, I shiver---partly from the cool air hitting my skin, but mostly from the way his eyes devour every inch of me. His gaze is so intense, so hungry, I feel like I might combust on the spot.

"Bloody hell," he breathes. "I love your body, Bree. You're even more beautiful and sensual than a Greek statue of Aphrodite."

Before I can come up with a clever retort, his lips are on mine again, and coherent thought becomes a distant memory. His kisses trail down my neck, across my collarbone, leaving a tingling path in his wake. When he reaches my breasts, I gasp. His tongue swirls around my nipple, teasing and tasting, while his hand kneads my other breast. The dual sensation sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

"Declan," I moan, arching into his touch. "Please..."

He lifts his head. "Please what, love? Tell me what you want."

I bite my lip, suddenly shy despite our current position. But the hunger in his gaze emboldens me. "I want you. All of you. Now. Buried inside me so deep it almost hurts."

A wicked grin spreads across his face. "Your wish is my command."

In one fluid motion, he sheds his shirt, revealing that gloriously muscled chest I've been dying to run my hands over. I reach out, tracing the defined lines of his abs, reveling in the way his muscles flex and stiffen under my touch. Declan's breath hitches, and I feel a surge of feminine pride at the effect I have on him.

"Like what you see?" he teases, his voice husky.

"Mmm, very much," I purr, running my nails lightly down his chest. "But I think you're still a bit overdressed for the occasion, don't you?"

"We can't have that, can we?"

In a few quick movements, Declan stands and sheds his remaining clothes. My whole body grows warm and liquid as I take in the full sight of him. He honestly is the most magnificent man I've ever seen, all lean muscle and golden skin. My gaze travels lower, and I lick my lips in anticipation.

Declan skims his gaze over my naked form, sprawled across the bed. "Time to ramp up the eroticism, love. All the way up as far as the scale will go."

In an instant, he's on me again, his hot skin pressed against mine from chest to thigh. I gasp at the contact, so sensitized from his touch that it's painful---in the best way. His mouth lands on that sensitive spot behind my ear as his hands roam my body.

"God, Bree," he murmurs against my skin. "You drive me absolutely mad."

I arch into him, desperate for more friction. "Then do something about it."

With a wicked grin, Declan slides down my body, peppering kisses along the way. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he looks up at me with smoldering hunger in his eyes. "With pleasure."

The first swipe of his tongue against my most sensitive flesh sends shockwaves through my body. I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair as he works his magic. Declan's talented mouth explores every inch of me, teasing and tasting until I'm a writhing mess beneath him.

"Declan," I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Oh God, don't stop."

I feel him smile against me before he redoubles his efforts, his tongue circling my clit with expert precision. When he slides two fingers inside me, curling them just so, I nearly come undone right then and there.

"That's it, love. Let go for me."

His words, combined with the exquisite sensations he's creating, push me over the edge. I shout his name as waves of pleasure crash over me, my body arching off the bed. Declan doesn't let up, working me through my orgasm until I'm trembling and oversensitive.

When I finally come down from my high, I open my eyes to find Declan hovering over me, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

"Enjoying yourself, darling?" he purrs, and his cocky expression makes me want to pounce on him.

I manage a breathless laugh. "You could say that. But I think it's my turn to return the favor."

Before he can react, I flip us over, straddling his hips. The look of surprise on his face quickly morphs into one of hunger as I scrape my fingernails down his chest.

I bite my lip, letting it slide free little by little. "My, my, what do we have here?"

Declan grips my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he groans. Slowly, torturously, I kiss my way down his body, savoring every dip and curve of his muscled form. When I reach his impressive erection, I look up at him through my lashes, relishing the way his eyes darken with anticipation.

"Sabrina, you don't have to---"

I silence him with a long, languid lick from base to tip. His words dissolve into a guttural moan that makes my clit pulse and my inner muscles tighten. Encouraged, I take him into my mouth, reveling in the way I can feel the tip of his dick nudging the back of my throat.

"Bloody hell," Declan gasps, his fingers clenching the sheets and his teeth locked. Harsh sounds emerge from him.

I hum in satisfaction, the vibrations making Declan's hips buck involuntarily. His reactions spur me on, and I lose myself in the taste and feel of him. I alternate between long, slow licks and quick, teasing flicks of my tongue, delighting in the way his breathing grows more ragged with each passing moment.

"Christ, Bree," he groans. "Your mouth is fucking incredible."

I look up at him through my lashes, never breaking my rhythm. The sight of him---head thrown back, muscles taut with tension---sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, using every trick I know to drive him wild.

Just when I think he's close to the edge, Declan's hands tangle in my hair, gently pulling me off him. I make a noise of protest, but the look in his eyes silences me.

"As much as I adore your talented mouth," he growls, pulling me up his body, "I need to be inside you. Now."

He flips us over, pinning me beneath him again. I gasp at the abrupt shift, my body thrumming with anticipation. Declan's eyes lock onto mine as he positions his cock at my entrance. Damn, he's big. But I can't wait to feel all that manliness filling me up.

"Last chance to back out, love," he murmurs, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Not a chance in hell of that happening. I want you. All of you."

With a groan that sounds almost painful, Declan pushes inside me slowly, inch by delicious inch. I gasp at the stretch and fullness, my body adjusting to accommodate him. When he's fully sheathed inside me, we both pause to savor the intense connection for a moment. I can no longer form words, overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling me so completely. When he starts to move, setting a languid, torturous rhythm that has me arching beneath him, I beg him to go deeper. His strokes are powerful and purposeful, hitting all the right spots with each thrust.

"Faster," I plead, my nails raking down his back. "Harder, please, harder."

His expression becomes pinched, and his lips flatten while his nostrils flare with every exhalation. "As you wish, love."

The words emerged as a growl that turns me on even more.

His pace quickens, his hips lunging forward and back, forward and back, with a newfound urgency. The room echoes with the sounds of our passion---breathless moans, fervent whispers, the wet sucking of our bodies colliding, the slapping of skin against skin. I match him thrust for thrust, move for move. I drag him down for a searing kiss, our tongues tangling and our bodies moving in concert as if we've become one. When we finally break apart, gasping for air, I can feel the familiar tension building low in my belly.

"Declan," I pant, "I'm close. So close."

He shifts slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. Suddenly, I feel like the tether that's been holding me to the earth is about to snap, and I'll fly out into the universe the second I come like a comet streaking through the solar system.

"That's it, Bree," he murmurs, his voice strained. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone."

His words, combined with the exquisite friction of his body against mine, push me over the edge. I cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash over me, my body arching off the bed. Declan doesn't let up, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he strives for his own release.

"Sabrina..." He buries his face in my neck. "Bloody hell, you feel amazing."

I can feel him trembling above me, so close to the edge. As I run my hands down his back, my nails lightly scraping his skin, I whisper, "Come for me, Declan. I want to feel you lose control."

With a guttural shout, Declan finds his release, his hips jerking against mine as he empties himself inside me. As we lay tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat and our hearts still racing, I can't believe the intensity of what we just did. Declan's arms are wrapped around me in a loose embrace, and his chest rises and falls rapidly against my chest. I've never felt so completely satiated, so utterly cherished.

Declan rests his forehead on mine. "That was...mind-altering, body-shattering sex."

"I suspect we just broke at least three laws of physics."

He hits me with a devasting smile. "Only three? I'd say we shattered at least a dozen, love."

I roll onto my side, into his waiting arms. As I drink in the sight of his tousled hair and flushed cheeks, I feel an odd warmth blossoming in my chest. "Is that a challenge? Because I'm pretty sure we could aim for a baker's dozen if we really put our minds to it."

"In that case..." He hoists himself up onto his straight arms, gazing down at me. "It's time for the naughtiest bits, darling."

Declan slides off the bed, kneeling to grab something from one of his bags. Then he jumps back onto the mattress, clenching several silk scarves in his hand. "Are you ready for this, Bree?"

I grin.