The Assassin's Blood: The Confradia Assassins 3

Chapter 22: Unexpected emotions

Santana

I never expected to come into his room─ nevertheless, kiss him. However, as I stood there with my eyes glued to his powerful form, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss him. Biting my lip, I watch as a droplet of water slides down his corded neck, and muscled chest until it disappears down the firm contours of his tight abs.

My mind shut down, so I went with my instincts, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him. He was surprised at first, but eventually, he gave in. A sigh escapes my lips when he tightens his arms around me and pushes me against the door. I tilt my head, biting his lower lip and dip my tongue into his mouth. He groans, sucking my tongue and bites my lower lip. The kiss is better than the last one.

My fingers sift through his silky dark hair pulling his head closer to mine as his hands travel down my back. His groin rubs against mine pleasurably. My sheath tightens, and my clit throbs with our grinding movements. I moan when his hands engulf my breasts. He rubs the hard buds to a nearly unbearable ache. My breasts feel heavy and swollen beneath his ministrations. His thumb flicks and swirls around the cloth sending sparks through my womb.

Suddenly, all I feel is a scorching need rising through my needy center. My body vibrates with languid heat that makes the bud of my clit ache and throbs with pleasure. All I know is that I want him to take me then and there. I want him so much that my hunger for him is almost unbearable. Declan kisses his way down my neck sucking on the skin until he reaches my chest, then licks my covered nipple latching his lips around the swollen bud. I arch my back and cry out, enjoying the soft pull of his sucking mouth.

Declan must see my need because his other hand slides down the waist of my joggers and slips his fingers on top of my cloth-covered pussy. His calloused fingers feel so good as they swirl over the bud of my need. "Oh." I cry out ecstatically as pleasure rushes through me. I can feel my juices collecting between my thighs like honey. "Declan." I manage to sigh out his name as his fingers push my panties to the side and slides across my shaven folds. His thumb rubs my swollen clit firmly until stars explode behind my eyes. I shudder as ecstasy washes over me and suck on his lips, crying out with every pleasurable contraction of my womb.

"What's wrong?" I utter hesitantly. His teeth clench, and his fists tighten. I can tell that he's trying to get his body under control. Trying to bring the mood back, I lay my hands on his stiff muscled chest and kiss his neck. But he's completely unresponsive. Clearing his throat, he takes a step back and pushes my hands gently from his body. "I don't want to hurt you, Santana." He utters gently.

I shake my head and scoff at his attempt to create some distance. "You know what, Declan? I don't think that it's me you're worried about getting hurt." I mutter incredulously. There's no point in arguing with him about this. If anything, I realize my stupidity. "I should go. Thanks for the fun time." I whisper slyly before I step out of the room. He doesn't follow me, which makes me feel even more foolish.

That night, I lay on the bed, worried about the future. I know I shouldn't have gone to Declan earlier, but I needed a distraction. At least that's what I like to tell myself. I hate myself for being so attracted to him. However, I know that things are better this way. After some contemplation, I rationalize that Declan definitely did the right thing. Connor and I already have enough drama in our lives. And adding a relationship between Declan and I would make things even more complicated. Unfortunately, telling myself that, does not make me feel better. Eventually, I fall asleep. I just don't know where my life went wrong.