MOONLIGHT ILLUMINATED THE room as they entered, the view from the windows leaving them breathless. There was plenty of time to stare at the city lights later. Declan was on a mission that involved removing a whole lot of extra clothing.

He pulled her to the bedroom where candles overpowered the moonlight coming in from the floor to ceiling windows, the shadows from the flames dancing on the walls. There were two silver domed platters sitting on the table in front of the window overlooking the bay as it reflected the nights sky, setting the mood of ultimate romance, intimacy. Dessert, but not the one she was after.

She followed the light coming from the bathroom and found more candles and a bath full of steamy water, covered in rose petals. He didn’t leave a single thing undone.

“This is so beautiful. Did you plan all of this?” she asked, overwhelmed by the beauty of the night he had given her.

He nodded his head and moved into the room, hands in his pockets while he took pleasure in watching her take it all in.

“I just…nobody has ever gone to such lengths just so I can take a bath.” Her voice squeaked with emotion, but she pulled it together. Tonight was one of passion, no tears.

“You forgot to say, sleep in a real bed,” he teased.

“Why don’t you go ahead and enjoy the warm bath in there. I’ll bring you a glass of champagne.”

“I’d rather stay right here…” she tilted her head and watched him move closer to the bed, his eyes finally connected with the message she was trying to send.

“What’s this?” he said, his eyes locked on the lingerie he bought her, still laying on the bed.

“Oh…it’s lingerie.”

“I know what it is; I bought it for you. Why aren’t you wearing it?” His voice was low and throaty, his eyes dark as he moved closer to her.

Standing by the window between the bed and bathroom, she backed up as he got closer until her back was flat against the glass.

“Where are you going?” he asked, placing his hand on her hip. Her only response was a sultry moan and heavy lids.

His hand slid down her thigh to the hem of her dress, dragging it up slowly, his fingers leaving a trail of fire. He took her mouth in a heated frenzy, unable to maintain sweet and sensual. He knew what was under that dress, and he was going to take it, fast, and hard. Sweet and sensual was for later.

Reaching her hip, his hand slid back, grabbing her bare ass, causing a moan to escape her. It was almost too much to feel her bare skin. He needed more, wanted to feel more. His hand traced around her waist, drifting to her abdomen before sinking low where he confirmed what he suspected. She wasn’t wearing a damn thing under that dress.

Skimming her skin, like a tease, his hand cupped her as a single finger slipped inside of her. Her head fell back in pleasure, breaking their kiss, and her knees went weak at his intimate touch. She began to ride against his hand, taking her greedy pleasure as months of desire took over and instincts kicked in.

She was hot and wet, and she felt like heaven as he stroked her. His hard length was pushing against his now tight zipper, ready for a feel. He pulled his teasing finger from her and removed his hand, leaving her to whimper. He took a step back and looked at her, cloaked in desire, shifting where she stood.

Untying the front of her dress, he unwrapped it, opening the front to take her all in. “God you’re beautiful. Every inch of you.”

She was hungry, and wanted more of him. She dropped the dress from her shoulders, leaving only her high heels on, and stood there, locked in his stare. When he didn’t move fast enough and take what she was offering, she parted her legs in a sexy stance and ran her hands up her body seductively. It did the trick.

With his body pressing against hers, he grabbed the back of her hair with one hand and pulled her head back while his other hand lifted one leg around his hip. He pressed into her so she could feel what he had for her as he ran his tongue first down her neck, then to her breasts, paying each equal attention. A tongue lashing to one, while his hand manipulated the other causing her to moan.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled her leg over his shoulder, opening her wide. He was at eye level with heaven and couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her. He wrapped his hands around her, resting them on her ass and he pulled her to his mouth.

Her cries gave him pleasure and he kept taking more, assaulting her bundle of nerves with his tongue, his hands roaming her body. Unable to stand on her own with the intense pleasure, she slid down to the floor, her legs falling completely open to him. He was unrelenting with his mouth; her body was writhing in pleasure.

One hand played with her breast, the other slipping inside of her, one finger, then two. Stroking, licking, nipping, her body began to quiver, while her breath came faster and louder. He brought her to the edge; she was ready to fall over in pleasure.

“Baby, not here, not like this on the floor,” he said, pulling from her, leaving her to whimper.

He lifted her, wrapping her around his waist and took her mouth. She unbuttoned his shirt, giving up part way and ripping it open while he carried her to the bed. Her hands roamed his body, feeling every rise and fall of his beautifully carved physique.

When he set her on the edge of the bed, she grabbed his belt and pulled him close, undoing it as she went. He tossed his shirt to the floor and watched her undo the rest of his clothing. When her hands slipped under his clothing and dragged it all down, exposing him, her eyes went wide and she licked her lips. Feeling her hands run down his bare skin was almost too much. He couldn’t take her touch, not if he was going to finish this the way he wanted to – giving her pleasure first before taking his own.

He pulled her hand from his length and laid her back, resuming his position with his head between her legs. This time, he stroked her with his two fingers faster while his mouth reclaimed her throbbing bud, and he sucked and bit, driving her right back to the edge. With her back arched, she reached for the back of her knees and pulled her legs back, giving him every intimate inch of her.

When her body began quiver, and she started to tighten around his fingers, he reached for one of her breasts and tugged at her nipple with a sharp pinch, driving the overwhelming sensations to her explosive pleasure. She cried out his name, her body shaking with each rolling wave.

Placing his hands at the back of each thigh, he held her legs open wide and plunged into her from the edge of the bed with his steely length as she tightened and squeezed around him. The sensation overwhelming for both of them, they panted and moaned together, each taking what they needed.

He was big and filled her perfectly. The intensity of him stretching her drove her right back to where she started. She’d never felt such exhilarating gratification. It was pure joy.

Hovering over her, he climbed on the edge of the bed and took her mouth while he buried himself deep inside her. She fit him like a velvet glove, and the thrill of the sensation her body provoked was exhilarating. He wanted their moment to last all night, but reality was, she just felt too right. He took what she was giving him straight to the edge, cued by her cries, and spilled over in total ecstasy when he felt her tighten around his arousal.

They lay there, still connected while they rode the joyful quakes together. He rolled to his back so she could lay on top of him, never losing their connection. After they caught their breaths, and their bodies calmed, he pulled away from her and carried her to the bathroom where they enjoyed a nice long soak in the still warm tub together.

Their night was long and late as they made love time and time again, slow and sweet.

Lydia woke to the sound of a knock at the door. Turning to her side, she realized she was alone, Declan was already up. Her body was sore in all the right places from a night of almost endless passion. She stretched, taking in the warm rays of sunshine, cascading in from the bedroom windows that boasted a morning view as spectacular as that of the evening.

“You’re awake,” Declan said, pushing a cart with more of those silver domed lids. “Breakfast is here.”

He crawled back into bed behind her and pulled her close, kissing her shoulder.

“Good morning,” she said, already feeling the heat pool between her legs. How on earth had she gone this long without this? And how on earth was she going to survive the insatiable desire he stirred in her?

“Sleep well?” he asked.

“No, this man had his way with me all night long and it was glorious,” she teased, turning to face him.

“Glorious? Okay, I can work with that. Small correction though – I think you had your way with the man just as much, so…”

“I don’t recall that at all,” She said with a giggle.

Trailing kisses down her neck and around her collar bone, he offered, “I can remind you…”

Already losing herself in him, she asked, “Does it have to end?”

“Not for a few hours,” he replied

Her tone took a sad note, “Then what?”

“Then we see what happens. It’s all we can do, baby.” He continued to kiss her.

“One day at a time?”

He smiled at her, wishing there was something he could offer her, reassurance, security, something. “One day at a time…”

He didn’t have the answers or know what lay ahead, but he did know they still had time in their own little world before they had to return to reality. Hopping up, he yanked the blankets away, causing her to scream playfully and attempt to cover her nude body.

“Declan! I’m naked!” she yelled as he tossed her over his shoulder.

“That’s exactly how I want you.” He smacked her bare ass playfully. “We’re taking a shower!”

He slid her down his body and held her with her legs around his waist. Kissing her urgently, he stepped into the shower and turned on the water, holding her against the cool tile wall. Water was cascading down their bodies when she positioned herself over his arousal, teasing him at her entrance, not ready to let him in.

“I need to be inside you,” he said, eager to feel her around him.

She shook her head and whispered, “Not yet,” continuing to tease him.

Pulling her off the tile just enough for her to arch and give him access, he took a breast into his mouth to tempt and tease her as well. She was loud, and he liked that; it drove him straight to hard-on just thinking about it. Her arms were around his neck, her fingers buried in his hair.

Slowly she slid a little further down him but not nearly enough for him. In a wicked move, he grabbed her other breast and fondled and tweaked it while he sucked, bit, and pulled the other tight rosy bud with his teeth. He knew what she liked and used it against her to get what he wanted. In one bold move, she took all of him in and began to ride him, faster and harder. Her breath quickening.

It was hot, but he wanted hotter, more intimate. Lifting her off of him, he set her feet on the ground and turned her away from him. The move so fast, so erotic, it was nearly her undoing. With his hand placed at the base of her neck, he bent her forward, forcing her to brace herself with her hands against the glass.

His free hand hooked around her waist to hold her where he needed her while he spread her legs further apart with his foot – the view he was given was spectacular. He plunged into her from behind in a swift motion, his hand moving from her waist to that one spot he knew she loved to feel his fingers.

He rode her hard while stroking her, her cries telling him she wanted more, needed more, and he was happy to deliver. Dragging his hand from the base of her neck all the way down her back, he didn’t stop or slow when he reached her ass. Massaging her from behind while massaging her core, he drove into her in long smooth strokes before she couldn’t stop herself and got lost in the overwhelming blissful delight.