|| Reverse Harem || 18+ || MMFM ||
Valarie's life revolves around two things: work and sleep. As a dedicated nurse at Silvercrest Medical Center, her world is a relentless cycle of double shifts, quick naps, and more double shifts.
But when her lov...
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Declan's hands skim up the backs of my thighs, stopping right at the edge of my skirt, his touch sending shivers up my spine.
God, how does he do this to me with just a simple touch? Every nerve ending in my body is suddenly on high alert, tingling in anticipation. I can feel the electric tension between us, so thick it's almost suffocating, but in the best way possible.
His fingers inch higher, exploring cautiously, as if aware they are charting forbidden territory. But I want him to, need him to.
"Is this okay?" he whispers against my lips, his voice hoarse with desire. There's something about the way he asks, that hesitation that makes my heart swell. He's powerful, strong, but he's holding back, making sure I'm on board.
I nod, my breath catching in my throat. "Yes, keep going," I manage to say, emboldened by the way his blue eyes darken even further, clouded with need. Keep going, don't stop, don't ever stop. I'm so lost in this moment, in him, that I'm almost afraid to blink in case it all fades away.
His hands continue their ascent, and I arch into his touch, a silent plea for more. My fingers lace through his blond hair.
The fabric of my skirt bunches at my waist as his large hands glide over the curve of my ass. He lets out a noise partway between a growl and a sigh, his control teetering on the edge. I can feel his heart pounding through his shirt, fast and hard against my palm as I slide it over his chest.
His lips leave mine to trail kisses along my jawline, descending to the sensitive spot at the nape of my neck. I tilt my head back, granting him better access, my own hands venturing under his shirt to feel the hard planes of his abs. His skin is hot, every muscle tense under my fingers.
His lips find mine again, desperately, as though he's breathing me in. Each kiss is deeper, more reckless. His tongue slides against mine. I'm dizzy with the intensity of it all, my skin tingling wherever he touches.
The room is spinning slightly, or maybe that's just me, lost in the Declan's touch. The taste of him is intoxicating, a mix of mint and something uniquely him that drives me wild.
His fingers dance along my spine, tracing a path that elicits a shiver with every light touch. I press closer, my movements mirroring his urgency. My hands pull at the hem of his shirt, needing to feel more of him.
The world outside this heated bubble of our making seems completely irrelevant, a distant hum overshadowed by the pounding rhythm of our combined heartbeats.
I pull his shirt over his head, breaking our kiss for just a moment, but that moment feels like an eternity until our lips crash together again. Declan doesn't even pull away when he stands, carrying me to what I can only assume is his room.
He moves with purpose, each step steady. My legs are still wrapped around his waist, the warmth of his body seeping into mine, making me crave more. His hands grip me tighter, fingers digging into my skin just enough to send a thrill through me. The anticipation is electric, buzzing between us, heightening every sensation.
