Chapter 31: Thirty One

I had only made it halfway down the corridor when I heard the door swing open behind me. I didn’t stop.

“Willow…” I could hear his steps as he walked purposefully toward me. His voice was low and urgent.

I didn’t turn. But I was so aware of him, his presence, his gait as he neared me.

I kept walking, each step steady even as my heart pounded in my ears.

I felt his hand wrap around my arm, not rough, but firm. Heat sparked against my skin as he held me in place. I stopped in my tracks,

“Please,” he said, breath shallow. “Come back.”

I turned my head slowly, meeting his eyes.

“Declan…” I started, but he didn’t let me finish. He looked around the hallway, it was empty except for the two of us,

He didn’t say another word, just gently tugged me back toward his office. I could have pulled away, I really should have, but I didn’t.

Inside, the door shut behind us with a soft click.

I stepped away from him immediately, the air between us suddenly heavy. Pressurized.

“Don’t touch me like that again,” I said quietly, my voice calm but sharp. “You don’t get to drag me around like that.”

He looked down, running a hand through his hair. “I can’t take this.”

Before I could say anything, his hands were on me. He pushed me against the door, casually locking it shut as well. His hand trailed down my waist, settling on my hips as his mouth descended on my neck. “I’m fucking addicted,” he whispered against my skin, kissing, lightly biting. I moaned, and he used the opportunity to put two fingers inside my mouth. “Keep quiet, dove.”

I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as I reached out, my hand brushing against his. He was warm, his skin smooth and firm beneath my touch. So familiar, and so distant.

"Willow," Declan's voice was low, a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through me. He pulled back a little, breathing heavily. I leaned in, my hand reaching up to touch his face, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. He was warm. I could feel his breath on my face, the heat of his body enveloping me. He was so close.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his, a soft, tentative kiss. “I’m addicted, too.”

He responded, his hand moving to the small of my back, pulling me closer. The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth, his hands roaming over my body, tracing the curve of my hips, the swell of my breasts. I could feel him, hard and pressing against her, a testament to the fact that we truly couldn’t resist each other. I moaned softly, my body pressing against his, my hands exploring his chest, his back, his shoulders.

“Do you have any idea, how much I want you?” He grabbed my hand, pressing it against his hardness. “Look what you do to me. Only you, Willow. Fuck, I’ve lost my mind.”

I looked up at him. Something was overcoming me, an urge to please him. To feel him in me. “Can I - “

I didn’t finish my sentence. I sank to my knees, slowly, still looking up, right into his eyes. He cursed under his breath, but he was unbuttoning his pants right as I did so.

He stood above me, his body still hard and ready, his chest heaving with desire. I reached out, my hand wrapping around his shaft. He groaned, his hips jerking at my touch. "Willow," he growled, his voice filled with a raw, primal need.

I looked up at him. "I want to taste you," I whispered, her voice barely audible. I leaned forward, my tongue tracing the head of his cock, my hands gripping his thighs. He groaned, his hips bucking at my touch. I took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his cock, my tongue swirling around the sensitive head. I tried to take him in as far as I could, but I could barely go halfway.

He moaned, his hands tangling in my hair, his hips beginning to thrust gently against my mouth. I could feel him growing even harder inside my mouth, his body tensing with the effort to control himself.

He grabbed my hair, pushing my head with slight force, rhythmically thrusting into my mouth as I struggled to take him. I felt him tense, and I knew he was getting close. He pulled out, taking a step back. “Get up.”

I stood up hurriedly, and he captured my mouth again, his hands sliding down my body, pushing my panties down from under my dress.

He lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me closer.

I could feel him, hard and hot against me, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with a raw, primal desire. "Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Please.” I almost moaned.

“Good girl.”

I nodded, my hands reaching up to his face, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Yes," I breathed, my body aching with need. “Only for you.”

He thrust into me, filling me completely, my body stretching to accommodate him. I moaned, my head falling back, my body shuddering with pleasure. He began to move, his hips thrusting against mine, his body driving into mine with a fierce, urgent rhythm.

My breath hitched as Declan's thrusts became more urgent, his hips slapping against mine with a primal rhythm.

“Come on my cock.” He growled lowly. “Only I make you come like this. You’re mine.” His hips picked the pace as he thrust into me with force. I bit my lip to keep from screaming, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, as I felt the pleasure inside me.

"Declan," I moaned, my body shuddering as I came, the release crashing over me like a wave. He continued to fuck me, his thrusts getting harder as he neared orgasm. I gripped his arms as he came inside me, filling me up. He set me down on his desk, breathing hard. His hands were still on me, his forehead against mine. That’s when I felt sobs rack my chest.