Be warned, it is steamy below. “Yes, Declan,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort of remaining still as he loomed over her. He didn't correct her use of his name this time; the intensity in his gaze was correction enough. He reached for the blindfold, the silk cool against her heated skin as he wrapped it around her eyes. Darkness descended, sharpening every other sense. She heard the rustle of the bedsheets, the rhythmic sound of his breathing, and the distinct clink of the glass plug being lifted from the nightstand. “Since you’re so eager,” he murmured, his voice vibrating near her ear, “let’s ensure you stay focused on exactly how I’m opening you up.” She felt the cold slide of lube against her inner thighs, followed by the firm pressure of his fingers spreading the slickness. Maeve gasped, her hips instinctively arching, but a heavy hand landed on her stomach, pinning her down. “I told you to be still,” he reminded her, his tone dropping into that dark, velvet
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