cribellate | Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[He's going to close his eyes when he's in bed with Ashley and think of this and groan and it'll be filthy and horrible and he doesn't care, not even a little. When she flips him, then-

Christ, he didn't expect it, and he doesn't mind, not even a little, his eyes fixed on her body, on how her tits are moving above him. But he's not one to lie back and not respond in kind - his hips snap up into her, his knees drawing up to give himself a little more leverage.]

[ She has to grab the headboard - it's one of those wrought iron ones - when he snaps his hips, a groan coming from deep inside of her. But then she's moving, snaking her body like it's some kind of dance, like she's on stage and he can do nothing but watch her. Rose rocks her hips slowly against his, grinding down to take him deeper, before she's pushing on her knees and teasing him halfway out, repeating the motion as slow or as fast as she'd like.

Her hands come away from the headboard to cup her breasts and she leans back in a glorious arch of pale skin, her head throne back and her eyes closed, Declan's cock filling her up in all the right ways. ]

God, I missed your body.

You're singing to the choir, Rose.

[God, he's not going to last much longer, not with the way she's moving, not with the way she looks. She touches her breasts and he's gone, his orgasm rocking through him, making him blink in how it thrums through him. He makes a noise, low, and rises up to pull out of her and push her back against her bed, and sink between her legs.

He barely thinks about it before he's licking a stripe up her cunt.]

[ She's so surprised by his orgasm that she fails to really pay attention to what's going on until he's got her pinned down and has his mouth on her cunt. Rose moans, her body squirming beneath him, her hands going to his hair to hold him against her body. ]

Fuck, oh, fuck.

[ She keeps moving, rocking against his mouth, taking what she needs from him. ]

I should just keep you here to eat me out, shi-i-it.

[If she looks down she'll see that grin curling at the corners of his mouth, even as he licks up against her clit. It's as though he decided to not show her any mercy at all, because his tongue is rubbing against her clit fast and faster, and then he has three fingers inside of her, filling her back up.

He hitches one of her legs over his shoulder, his hand gripping her ass.]

[ The soles of her feet press into the muscles at his back, her body rocking up and against him desperately. She feels overwhelmed by him, the heat of his mouth, the width of his fingers, the unrelenting way he treats her body. Rose's hands are gripping in his hair, tight, and she pulls at it as she moans.

The words that fall out of her mouth are filthy and slightly slurred, her bed creaking as she presses down on her butt to lift her hips up. And then he's stroking something inside of her that has her scream, her shoulders rocketing off the bed so that she's half wrapped around the head between her legs.

Her orgasm feels like it lasts forever and it's only when she feels the last pulse that she drops back down, loose and sated. ]

[He waits it out, waits her out, his hands going to her thighs, and then he pillows his head on her right leg and looks up at her. He's smiling. He's so fucking smug about it, too.]

Are you going to thank me?

[ He is a terrible human being and she should probably hate him.

But, oh, is he good with his hands and tongue. ]

Should I?

You could. I'd appreciate it.

[He presses a barely there kiss against her thigh, frames her hips with his hands.]

Thanks for the show, Rose.

You've got a mouth on you.

[ Dear Lord, that mouth. ]

I'll keep you for a little while longer. That do?

Next time, send a picture.

[He's more than smart enough to make sure Ashley doesn't get it. He rises up on his knees to bracket her head, kisses her on the mouth.]

All right, sweetheart, I have to go.

[ God, but he's a terrible kind of man. What is she even doing with him?

( Having amazing sex, that's what. ) ] I'll think about it.

[ Drawing her fingertips over his chest. ] Try not to miss me too much.

No promises.

[And he gets up, shoulders his shirt and gets dressed. He looks messy - he'll have ot get home before his girlfriend - but he doesn't look like he's just spent time between a girl's legs, somehow. He looks messily charming. Maybe that's the power Niall gave him.]

[ Rose watches, a pleased expression on her face as he gets dressed. God, but she loves owning this rich and powerful boy. ]

Lock the door on your way out? [ She stretches, naked and languid, her smile wicked. ] I feel like taking a nap.

[He laughs, and then he gives her another kiss, quick as anything, and he's gone.

God, he loves fucking this girl.]

Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

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