Chapter 292

"The gods, you're...tight!" he said in a strangled voice, pleasure oozing through his body in overwhelming waves.

"It burns." The words tore from her, so uncomfortable, she felt on fire. She breathed through her nose—short, shallow breaths. "It hurts," she managed out.

"I'm sorry, so sorry, heavens...you feel so good, dearling." Declan gathered all the control he could muster and held himself still to give her time to adjust to him. It was his turn to kiss all over her face, down to her neck. "So sorry..."

His hand went in between them, he started rubbing the bundle of nerves there. He didn't stop until the stiffness left her body and she was moaning low on her throat.

"Okay?" He kissed her sweaty forehead.

"Yes." She let out a moan. "Yes, my love."

He began moving inside her. Slow, sensual movements that drew low throaty moans from her throat. They were touching, kissing. He kept pushing, stretching her, making her feel the burn of it, makin