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Her voice broke on his name as he moved out and back in, going deeper after each slow withdrawal.
    “Yeah, baby,” he breathed against her ear, his hands dropping to caress her breasts, to tease her nipples as he slid deeper yet.
    Finally, after what seemed like forever but was likely a few minutes, she felt his thick pubic thatch press against her clit. He was in as far as he could go.
    He rose up on his arms to stare down at her, his mouth open and panting, his body trembling… and then he smiled.
    “Perfection.” The word passed through his lips before his eyes closed on a growl. “So tight and hot around me.”
    Gillian was speechless. All she could do was feel. Her body shuddered -- it wept with pleasure.
    All the dark spaces inside her were filled with vanilla-scented light. Declan drove all the loneliness away. In his arms she felt perfected. His chest hair was teasing her nipples, his thighs rubbed against the inside of hers, his scent covered her, and his eyes -- his eyes were like green fire that demanded she give up her soul.
    Gillian threw back her head, bared her throat, and surrendered.
    Then and only then did Declan begin to move. He slid out of her and slammed back inside, igniting a firestorm within her body. Her legs went up and around his waist while her nails raked down his back.
    Declan grunted, hunkered lower, claimed her mouth in another kiss, his tongue delving between her open lips as his hips began to grind against hers before he pulled out and slammed in again.
    Gillian could feel him moving throughout her body, felt him pounding into her, felt her clit burn, her ass clench, her pussy erupt in wet delight. And he pounded her still.
    Finally it was too much! She tore her lips from his and screamed, her eyes closing, her body arching up sharply as all her muscles stiffened.
    The clenching heaves of her orgasm tore a groan from his lips, and he moved faster, prolonging her release, tearing more screams from her mouth.
    “Fuck, fuck, fuck --” He punctuated each thrust with a curse, his body shuddering over hers.
    “I can’t!” Gillian gasped, as the orgasm went on and on. “I can’t!”
    “Fucking take it! Take me!” Declan growled, and Gillian’s eyes slid open to see his face, teeth bared above her as sweat shined his face and dripped down her neck. God, he looked so dangerous, so perfect, so -- She could take no more!
    She threw her head back as her body convulsed once more. Three? Four? How many orgasms? She couldn’t keep count, but her body arched helplessly under the onslaught of another.
    And Declan was pounding into her, grinding, thrusting, baring his teeth and snarling as he moved faster and faster.
    Finally he slammed so deep that she felt him in her throat. He wrapped those huge arms around her, lifting her, squeezing her as his hips thrust up one last time. A low bellow tore itself from his mouth.
    His cock hardened further, swelling within her clenching inner walls, as he froze, a spate of fast Russian pouring from his lips before she could feel his ass clench beneath her calves.
    “Come on,” she found it in herself to urge him, her head dropping to his neck, her teeth clenching into the tight flesh.
    He groaned again as his climax was torn from his body. She could feel the rush of heat from his seed as it filled the condom. He carefully fell forward, being sure not to crush her as he settled on his knees above her, his head dropping down to rest on her neck.
    The sound of their panting filled the room as Gillian held onto his trembling body, her own too wrecked to do much more.
    After a few moments of rest, Declan lifted his head, gently detaching her arms and legs from his body as his hand went between them. He held onto the condom as he slowly pulled from her. Gillian was too wiped to do much more than try to breathe and stare at her perfect specimen of a man.
    He gave her a sweet but tired smile as he looked around her bedroom, finally spying the open door to her