Snatch Your Soul

*Declan and Desiree*

“Prove it.”

He smirked. “Absolutely.”

Declan took his time unbuttoning Desiree’s shirt. Removing it, he kissed her collarbone, and she felt a stir inside her. Sliding his tongue across small parts of her skin, he ended each movement with a kiss in a different place. Desiree craned her neck, enjoying the way he touched her. Reaching behind, he popped the hooks of her bra and repositioned himself. Declan drew circles around her nipples, flicking them with his tongue. She moaned, everything he did translating to exactly what she liked. Declan laid on top of her and kissed her deeply, and Desiree’s hands found his pants.

He smirked and waved his hands, removing all of his clothing. Propping up one of her legs, Declan entered her wetness and his eyes blackened. She kissed his cheek in celebration, making him laugh. Returning his lips to hers, he slowly stroked inside. His hands locked with hers, he whispered.

"I love that you’re such a hopeless romantic Dezzy. You want every part of your body attended to, and I love every inch of it.”

Desiree arched her back, her nails slowly digging deeper into his skin. She bit her lip hard trying to keep from screaming out how amazing he felt. Declan stroked against her sensitive spot, each time going deeper and deeper inside.

"Sh-” Desiree groaned again, and he planted kisses on her shoulder.

"I also love that you have such a dark nature about you. The part that too nervous to ask but is curious as to what’s about to happen.” Declan kissed her lips gently. Still connected, he sat up, gripped her thighs, and thrust hard inside of her. His stroke deep, he hit her spot over and over.

"P-please don’t st-”

He tilted his head and smiled. “I won’t.” The room began to shake. The flicker of the lights matching Declan’s movements inside her.

Desiree’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her entire body hot, her eyes locked with Declan’s and she felt herself mutter,

"Up or Down…Up or Down…”

Declan’s tempo quickened. The sight of Desiree’s soul, driving him closer to his own release. Desiree could hardly breathe as orgasmic pulses shot through her entire body. And as she drew closer, Desiree felt herself start to lift. Looking down, she saw her body still on the bed. Still alive and responding, though her soul was no longer inside. Another rush pulled through both parts of her, this time twice as strong. And as she looked around, she saw others in the room.

Declan rolled his eyes and slowed in irritation "Hang on,” turning his head, he roared at the other souls. "LEAVE BEFORE I SEND YOU TO HELL!”

They quickly disappeared. He turned back to her and regained his tempo. The whispers around them growing, as the bulbs in the room burned bright. Declan latched onto her soul by its leg and sank his fangs into the inside of its thigh. Desiree’s eyes shot open, and her wetness tightened around his manhood. In a voice she hardly recognized, she screamed in pleasure

"Up or down?!”

"With me,” Declan replied and slammed her soul back into her body. The reconnection causing the separated massive climaxes to hit her at the same time. Declan retched his head back. "FUCK!” He roared and as he released, leaving not a shred of light left. Declan immediately grabbed Desiree and waved his hand restoring the lights. He clasped her face. "Are you alright Dezzy? Please say that you’re, okay?”

She looked at him as if he was insane, "What the hell do you mean am I alright? You just FUCKED my SOUL from my body Dex!”

His face reddened. "In my defense, I didn’t know that was going to happen. But the way you feel and the faces and the sounds you were making-I guess I kinda got carried away.”

Desiree sat up, "Well, you better figure out how you did it so we can do it again!” She kissed Declan hard against the lips and he laughed.

Looking at her in pretend shock, he teased her, "So, you’re not freaked out? I thought you would be freaked out. But please don’t be because then I’ll get freaked out and-”

She kissed him again, "Asshole”

He smirked, "That could be arranged.” Watching her lips part in shock, he laughed again, "I love that I can make the famous Desiree McCoy nervous and catch her off guard.”

She straddled him, grinding against him until he became erect. Entering him inside her, she placed her hands on his chest. Declan groaned as Desiree rode him changing her tempo, making his eyes shift back and forth from black to their natural hue. She leaned forward, and used his chest for leverage, to bounce and roll her hips. Declan felt her walls tightened as she climaxed on him. Her orgasm immediately triggering his, his eyes widening when she stopped, "I love that I can make even Death lose control.”

Desiree pulled him from her, and quickly took him in her mouth. Her full lips around him, made Declan close his eyes. Desiree pulled all of him into her throat. "Shit…Dezzy,” he murmured, trying his hardest to keep his frame of mind.

Not letting up, Desiree continued to drive Declan to the edge. He jerked her up to him and entered her again, wanting to be inside of her. His body in a frenzy from her touch, Declan gripped her ass. He thrust harder and harder inside of her, relishing in her screams. Desiree orgasmed again, and Declan sank his teeth into her neck. His release once again, causing the power to blow.

He heard her laugh. "We really have to work on you not putting everybody in darkness every time you cum Dex.”

"Yeah… I-”

"Your face is super red right now, isn’t it?” He shook his head and she kissed his jaw. Waving his hand, he restored everything again. She smiled, "I’m here to help…and trust me, I'm going to enjoy figuring this out with you.”

Declan flipped her over, and kissed her deeply, their bodies reacting to each other again. And between sleeping well, eating great, and having mind-blowing sex with his *wife*, Declan left the hotel feeling recharged and ready for whatever was to come.