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“You’re so fucking wet.” I dropped my thumb onto her clit, rubbing circles across it. “Damn it, you feel amazing.”

In a way that I’d never felt before.

And when combined with her tightness, I could easily come.

But that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“More,” she cried. “Declan … more.”

Her voice whipped across me, the vibrations causing me to fuck her harder.

“Hannah,” I hissed, the demand almost a challenge because she felt unbelievable. “Shit.”

Her hands moved to the blanket, and she bunched it in her fists, her heels digging into my shoulders.

Those weren’t the only signs.

I could also feel what was happening inside her—the narrowing, the extra dampness—and barked, “Don’t you dare come.”

I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, arching her ass up, and instantly dived back in.

“Goddamn,” I groaned. “You just keep getting better.”

There was something about this position. Maybe it was having her ass face me—a part of her body I was obsessed with. Maybe it was just an angle that