Free Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1) by Anya Summers Page B

sending her over the edge.
    She didn't know how the man did it, but somehow he was still hard and buried inside her swollen flesh. Except now that she had come for the umpteenth time, he gripped her hips tightly, setting a bruising rhythm. He strained above her, forcefully thrusting, his own need clamoring for release, but ever mindful of her.
    Her legs shook and the vibrations from the butt plug, combined with Declan's demanding, insurgent thrusts, propelled her into a final orgasm so powerful, she felt her consciousness waver. She felt Declan lunge, his cock jerking inside her as he came, setting off another ripple of contractions as he spurted inside the condom. He slowed his movements, pushing his hips until he'd wrung every shuddering aftershock out of their combined orgasms. She felt bereft as he withdrew completely. He leaned over, taking her lips in his, and kissed her so sweetly she felt tears prick her eyes.
    "You're beautiful, lass. Thank you."
    He removed the butt plug, tossing it in the trash along with his condom. He released her legs first, then her stomach and hands from all the restraints. Her limbs felt as weak as a newborn kitten. Declan grabbed a heated, wet, washcloth, using it to clean her sex and thighs.
    She allowed him to dress her, her mind completely adrift. Once he had dressed, he helped her off the massage table, only her legs were too weak and she felt herself sliding to the floor. Swifter than she could blink, Declan swooped her up into his arms.
    "I've got you, sweet lass. Rest." He kissed her temple as he carried her. She snuggled close, feeling dreamy and weightless.
    The next thing Zoey knew she was being gently laid onto her bed, the covers drawn up over her. Declan's fingers lightly caressed her cheek as softly as butterfly wings.
    "Sleep, lass," he whispered and began to retreat.
    Her hand grasped his. "Stay?" she asked him. Zoey heard him utter a curse and felt the bed dip with his weight as he settled in next to her. Resting her head on his chest, with his arm around her, she drifted off to sleep. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so cherished.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    Declan woke with the first faint strains of pink dotting the horizon. Zoey had curled into him like a cat as she slept, her right leg resting over his, her arm spread across his chest, with her entire nubile body pressed against him. Her head lay against his shoulder. He couldn't remember the last time he had slept next to a woman. It wasn't his usual after sex routine. Normally when he had sex with a woman, she went to her room and he to his, even after she had submitted herself in utter surrender.
    Except… last night, Zoey's bravery at entering his world, her willingness to trust him, and not just submit but her surprised responses to passion made him want her more. It was unusual for him. And quite a bit disconcerting.
    He didn't do emotional ties, not since Jenna's betrayal. He had been blind to her ultimate goal, which had been securing a place in his bed in the hope that she could gain his fortune—or a portion of it, at least. He had broken off the engagement when he'd discovered her with not one, but two men from the club in his bed. Then she'd run off with one of the Doms and lost her life in the process.
    Thinking of Jenna made ice descend into his heart and soul. Declan extracted himself from Zoey's delectable body, dressed, and left. Exiting her room, he went about his morning rituals and headed to his private gym.
    Jared was in the weight room when Declan entered, doing bicep curls in front of the mirror.
    "How's the little American lass?" Jared raised an eyebrow at Declan with a hint of a grin as he finished up a set.
    On the treadmill, Declan set the pace at a fast run, needing to get his emotions in check and wanting to do it with a bruising workout. The last thing he wanted was to discuss his relationship with Zoey. He didn't want to think about her, or the way she sounded when she came,