cribellate | Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

[He moans again, and then pulls her up by tugging on her hair, so she's off him, and then bends over to pick her up. He's lean and deceptively strong.]

I want-

[He kisses her, then, whatever his want was getting swallowed by her mouth, and his mouth on hers, and he's pushing her against the door, his hand fumbling up her skirt to press his fingers against damp fabric and then to push it aside to push his fingers inside of her.]

Christ, you're so wet.

[ Rose locks her legs around his waist, her arms slung over his shoulders to let her grip him by the hair. She is wet, and ready, and so when he pushes his fingers inside of her she clenches around them eagerly. ]

Mm. All for you, baby.

[ It's cheap, she sounds like a whore. But that's what he likes. ]

[It is what he likes. He pushes her against the wall, presses his fingers into her, fucks her on his fingers.]

I'm going to make you come, Rose.

[He leans in, and rubs her clit with his thumb, and kisses her on jaw.]

I'm going to do it more than once, and you're going to beg for it.

[ There's no way to mask the shudder of anticipation that rocks through her body and so she simply pulls Declan's head closer by the grip in his hair and trails her lips over his jaw to where she can breath at his ear. ]

Promises, promises.

[ Her body pulses, more warmth rising to her skin. She's fairly sure she's flushed and wrecked already and there's still more to come. ]

I hate words. How about you fuck me already?

[He takes his fingers out of her and fumbles a minute, finds a condom, slides it on, and then he's pressing her up against the wall and pushing his way into her. It's fast and it's hard and his hands are up on her thighs, holding her open and apart for him.]

No more words then-

[He says it and presses his mouth to her neck, to her mouth. The noise he's making with her against the wall is deafening and he doesn't care.]

[ There's something about the wildness the two of them inspire. They each have a hunger in them that only the other can match.

When Declan pushes into her, Rose can only clutch him by the shoulders, hold on as he shifts and takes up the pace. Her heel bounces half on her foot before it drops to the floor, her skirt rucked up around her pale thighs. She bites at his throat, momentarily forgetting to leave him in his pristine state. Rose's moan is a wicked thing, a harmony to the rattle of the door behind them. Whatever poor soul wanders past is going to know exactly what's going on behind this closed door.

And she doesn't care. ]

[He fucks up into her and tilts his head down a bit, not even caring about the mark, not even working the way around how he'll explain the bruise of Rose's teeth, because he doesn't care. She moans and it goes straight to his cock, and it makes him move his hips faster, it makes him growl against her.

They're slamming into the door, and he doesn't care, he doesn't care about the way she moans because it's so fucking good. He reaches between them and rubs his hand against her clit, rotates his fingers there, and pushes into her, over and over-

-he can't last long. He can't, when she feels so good, when she's been so good. His orgasm rips through him with a low sound that hooks up out of his belly.]

[ He's relentless.

He's a whirlwind, a storm, a fire. Rose clutches at his shoulders, her shoulders aching from where they're pressed into the doorway. She'll be sore all over later, hurt in her thighs and between her legs. She'll remember this and touch herself again, thinking about him and how good he makes her feel.

For now she doesn't think. His fingers are on her clit and her cunt feels tight and hot and hungry. He comes and she lets one hand fall from his shoulder to curl around his wrist, keep him moving against her even as his orgasm robs him of higher faculties. It doesn't take long, Rose's head falling back with a thunk and her body shaking through it. She's panting as she smiles. ]

I've missed that.

[He tilts his head and kisses her, blinking through the shuddering remains of his orgasm.]

Mm. Ashley's out of town next week. Visiting her mom.

If you want to see more of me.

[He'll have class but it frees him up substantially.]

[ She's back on her feet by then and she takes a long, lingering look of him, a smirk plastered across her pretty face. ]

Oh, I could do that. [ Her fingers walk over his chest, a tease in it. ] I wouldn't want you getting lonely.

Aren't you sweet?

[He laughs a little, and pulls her back, pulls her towards the bed by her hips.]

Do you want to stay?

In this fancy hotel with such a fancy boy?

[ Does she want to stay?

In answer she smirks and dances out of his grip to throw herself on to the bed, hair fanning everywhere, a pleased smile on her lips. ]

[She's on the bed and he crawls in beside her after he takes the condom off, ties it off, tosses it. He lounges next to her and then pulls her against him, casual, body heat against body heat. This is just the decadence of touch.]

How lucky for me.

[ Rose rolls on to her side to fit her body against his, one leg slightly curved over his knees and a hand tucked in at his waist. It's far too gentle for the type of people they are, for the relationship they have. But still, she allows it, her cheek resting against his shoulder.

Maybe you were born under a lucky star.

[ She has no idea how these things work, she's never been particularly blessed. ]

[He snorts.]

Not me.

[And he presses his mouth against her ear.]

Thanks for staying.

Anytime.

[ It surprises her how much she means it.

She shouldn't mean it. Not for a boy like him. But Rose can't let herself feel it and so instead she shifts her head to find his mouth and lick her way inside. Maybe feelings can be smothered down by this. ]

Declan Lynch | The Raven Cycle

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I LOST THIS NOTIF APPARENTLY??? unless it never came, who knows.

God damn it DW

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