As Nita trembled through the last waves of her orgasm, her breath coming in soft, stuttering gasps, Declan wasn’t done — not even close. He flipped her onto her stomach with ease, her body pliant and glowing with satisfaction. One of his arms locked around her hips, lifting her up until she was on her knees, face pressed into the mattress. The strength in his grip made her shiver — solid, commanding, unyielding.
“Stay just like that, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice thick with hunger. “Ass up, just how I like it.”
She let out a soft moan in response, spreading her legs for him without hesitation. Her thighs trembled slightly, still sensitive, but the anticipation flared hotter than before. She arched her back, offering herself up, shameless in her need.
Declan tore off the condom he’d put
