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Michael.
    She wasn’t about to go back on a diet.
    As Declan dropped his pants and boxers, his shaft sprung free, standing up hard and long. Her mouth watered at the sight. Without another thought, she dropped to her knees to get closer to his cock. She had to touch it, taste it.
    She wrapped her lips around the tip and licked off the salty fluid already pearling there. Slowly, slowly, torturously slowly, she eased her way down his length, grazing him with her teeth. Declan thrust his fingers into her hair, dislodging her bun, and her curls fell down around them, brushing the base of his cock.
    “You’re killing me,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
    She sucked harder in response. When his knees buckled, she felt power surge along with the desire coursing through her system. She had the power to bring this strong man to his knees.
    “Ciara, this hasn’t happened to me in close to a thousand years, but if you don’t get that luscious mouth off my dick, I’m not going to get inside you. And I really want to be inside you.”
    Exultation shot through her. Yes! She had done this to him. Part of her wanted to keep going, to make him lose control. The rest of her really wanted him inside her.
    “Get back on the chair.” Her voice was raspy with desire. She felt hot and light, as if her body was made of sunbeams and rays would shine out of her fingers at any second.
    Declan sat in the chair and his cock bobbed up to his stomach. She swung her leg over his thighs and positioned him at her entrance. Her pussy practically quivered with need as she rubbed his tip against her swollen lips.
    “You’re playing with fire,” he growled.
    “I’m already burning,” she shot back before she sank down, driving his length into her welcoming sheath.
    She gasped as he surged inside her, filling her, stretching her, pleasuring her. He dug his fingers into her hips as he thrust up, rubbing her clit against his pelvic bone. Heat poured through her, coalescing at the point where they joined. She wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him through this storm of desire that threatened to sweep her away.
    When her chest met his, an explosion of lust burst from the point where her breast met his goddess mark. The orgasm ripped through her, tearing her apart until she was sure her atoms must be scattered across the room.
    She had no idea if Declan had come, nor did she really care. He sat still beneath her so she thought he must have gotten his or he’d probably be moving.
    “Do you see my body floating around the room?” she finally asked.
    “I’ll let you know as soon as I regain my sight. I’m fucking blind right now.”
    Ciara laughed weakly and Declan groaned. “Damn, don’t move. I’m so fucking sensitive, or so sensitive from fucking, I feel like a tuning fork.”
    She clenched her inner muscles just to make him growl. He worked his hand between them and rubbed her clit, which shot sparks through her already overloaded system.
    “Stop! I surrender. It’s not funny.” Reluctantly, she pulled away and climbed off him. Moisture trickled down her thighs.
    “Fuck.”
    “You’ll need to give me a few minutes, love.”
    “Declan, we didn’t use protection.”

Chapter Six
    Declan stared at Ciara in shock. He hadn’t forgotten to use protection of one sort or another since he’d been marked by Morrigan. Never had he lost his head and neglected to at least pull out before he spilled his seed. If he accidently impregnated another woman, he feared for what further tortures Morrigan would visit upon him.
    But he couldn’t think of that right now. Ciara’s eyes were huge with dismay. She looked shell-shocked more than anything else.
    “You must have slept with hundreds of women in your lifetime. God only knows what you could be carrying!” She grabbed a napkin and started wiping herself up.
    “That’s not a worry, love. Morrigan’s curse protects me from any and all diseases. I haven’t so much as had a cold in a