Waking Up by Arianna Hart

his fingers trailed lower across her abdomen. Lowering his head, he ran kisses over her belly and licked her navel. His warm breath teased the curls of her pussy and she squirmed with the sensual torment.
    Her thighs fell open as he made his way along the crease of her upper thigh. His soft hair brushed along her legs, adding more sensations to the mix. Fluid gushed between her legs as she waited breathlessly for him to touch her clit.
    Declan knelt between her wide-spread legs. She knew she should be embarrassed as he looked at her spread wantonly open to his gaze, but she was too aroused to care.
    “You’re so beautiful.” He bent his head and feasted on her pussy.
    Ciara arched her hips off the bed, pushing closer to his amazing mouth. His tongue swirled around her clit and thrust into her waiting passage. Blood roared in her ears as fire consumed her. Every nerve in her body seemed to be focused in between her legs as his lips and tongue stroked. Every. Last. One.
    He shoved two fingers inside her and thrust them in the same rhythm as their lovemaking. Her head thrashed on the pillow as the world seemed to explode around her. And still he licked her, until she begged him to stop.
    “Declan! Inside me. Please!” she almost wept.
    Kissing his way up her body, he captured her mouth in a surprisingly gentle kiss before easing his length inside her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to get him as deeply inside her as possible.
    “Let’s take this one slow, for a change.” He slid out inch by inch until just his tip was still inside her, then slowly eased back inside until his cock was seated to the hilt.
    Ciara ran her tongue along his neck as she unwrapped her legs from around him. Matching his rhythm, she pushed up as he came down, grasping and milking him with every frustratingly slow stroke.
    Remembering what he’d done to her, she trailed her fingernails along the cleft of his ass. His butt flexed with each thrust and she felt his muscles move against her hand. Boldly, she pressed her finger against the delicate tissue between his cheeks.
    “If you keep teasing me, we aren’t going to be able to take this slow and easy.”
    “Promise?” She reached around until she could fondle his sac and run her fingernail along the patch of skin leading to his ass.
    He gripped her hips harder and thrust faster. Flush with success and desire, she lightly bit his nipple, then licked away the pain.
    “Ciara, a Ghrá ,” he practically growled in her ear before lifting her hips and pounding into her.
    With every thrust, she wound tighter and tighter until she thought she’d explode. Declan’s face above hers was fierce in concentration and sweat beaded along his brow.
    “With me. Come with me,” she gasped as the tide started to overwhelm her.
    He let out a roar as she spasmed in completion. Her body melted into mush and he collapsed on top of her. Aftershocks still shook her when his chest rubbed hers.
    “ A Ghrá mo Chroí ,” he whispered as he rolled off her.
    Within seconds, she heard deep, even breaths.
    He’d destroyed her then fallen asleep.
    Ciara grabbed a handful of tissues from the side of the bed and sighed deeply. Apparently, men hadn’t evolved that far in a thousand years. There was no way she could sleep now. She was way too churned up. Her body was boneless but her brain was working overtime.
    It was time to face facts. She’d fallen ass over teakettle in love with him. As illogical and insane as it was, it had happened, and there was no backing out of it now just because it didn’t make sense.
    If she wasn’t mistaken, he had feelings for her as well. Maybe it wasn’t love, but she was sure there was more than lust there. So where did that leave them? They cared for each other, she could totally see her life with him, but she couldn’t break his curse. She’d get old and flabby and he’d still be gorgeous. Could she live like that? Was that fair to him? If she truly loved him,