Yeah, she's coming apart, one thrust at a time. Fuck. God he feels good. So good. She can't really think anymore. It's just Declan strong and solid, pinning her so she can't fly away and his cock hitting her everywhere she needs it. No thinking, just being taken exactly how she needs it.

It's not even an O that has her shaking under him, even though that's coming soon and she winds her leg up higher to get more friction. She's been wound so tight, and now he's unwinding her from the inside. Taking her apart. It scares her a little. Fuck it scares her a lot. "Want you," she whispers, finally answering his question, simple and true but not easy. "Declan, please."