Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 172061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 574(@300wpm)
If I took her completely.
I’d be gone.
Dust.
Completely lost in who she was. I would never be able to go back.
She squeezed tighter as she rasped and panted into my mouth. As I fucked my fingers as deep as they could go.
Swirling my thumb over her clit with each thrust.
Ecstasy brimmed at the edges of our sight.
Rising up on the fringes of consciousness.
Ready to take us over.
On the brink of bliss.
I pushed her onto her back, and I wound between her thighs, my free hand planted near her head as I hovered over her, the other still thrusting into her tight, mind-bending grip.
Woman a curse.
A cure.
The call of her almost too much.
“Please,” she begged, trying to push my hand away so she could drag my cock to her entrance. “I need to feel you.”
I almost blacked out at the thought. At the need that nearly buckled every restraint. Imagining what it would be like to drive into her fully.
Take her.
Own her.
The head of my throbbing dick brushed through her center.
Sparks of lightning lit at the backs of my eyes, and I swore thunder rolled in the distance.
“Fuck, Daisy,” I growled through the bedlam. Into the complete anarchy that had taken me over. “Told you that we can’t go there.”
I would never survive. That was if this vacant, destitute life was even considered surviving.
“I—” She choked off as I shifted and rubbed my fingertips in that sensitive spot inside her as I jacked myself into her fist.
Could feel her staving off her orgasm. Wanting something that I couldn’t give.
“Let go,” I demanded. “Fucking let go.”
But I worried it was me who was letting go when she shattered apart with a rasp of my name. Me who was tripping as her walls throbbed around my fingers and her hand cinched down tighter on my dick.
Pleasure shattered within me. Busting out and streaking through my entire being. Rushing to saturate every cell.
A rapture unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Rapture that I didn’t deserve as my cock jutted and jerked as I came all over the soft swell of her belly.
Both of us flying.
Soaring in a place where we could never land.
In that foreign place that I’d only ever touched on when I was with her.
Daisy’s body was arched toward mine. My fingers stuffed inside her as she kept gripping onto my cock, her eyes wide as she watched me pour all over her.
Grunts heaved out of me as she sucked for nonexistent breaths.
We stayed like that for the longest time.
Wishing for a way for this to be true.
Those angel eyes sifted over my face. Caressing and believing. Begging me to fall into something I was afraid I was already lost to.
But she didn’t know this wasn’t me. It wasn’t my reality. She saw someone who wasn’t there. Felt a life that had died the day the rest of them did.
I inhaled a staggered breath. Trying to bring myself down. To remind myself of my purpose.
Finally, I forced myself to pull my fingers from her body and eased back on my knees.
Her hand flopped beside her and her legs collapsed to the bed.
Her hair matted and wild.
As wild as those eyes.
Her clothing in complete disarray. Her tank pushed up and one tit still showing. Her underwear tugged to one side, and my cum streaked across her belly.
How fucked up that I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight.
“Nothin’ more beautiful than you. Nothing in this fucking world.” I couldn’t help but tell her.
Softness filled her features, and I pushed out a sigh and forced myself to climb off the bed when the only thing I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life in it.
Tangled with her.
I tucked my cock back into my jeans then mumbled, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
FORTY-ONE
DAISY
I lay gasping as I watched Cash turn and disappear into the bathroom. Aftershocks still tingling through my body and the oxygen still missing from my lungs.
My heart ravaged in my chest and my skin prickled with the vestiges of pleasure that still skittered and danced through me.
All while my mind spun with a thousand reservations and questions.
I was so in over my head, I didn’t know where I stood. What I felt being here. With him. The way I never wanted it to end, but I knew by the fear in his eyes, it would have to.
I could feel it simmering all around. His storm gathering in every recess of my being, preparing to dump and pour.
But I wanted to stand in the middle of it.
Raise my hands over my head and let it rain and batter and lash.
I wanted to hold some of his pain the way he’d been holding mine. Stand like a sentry around his mangled soul, the way he’d been standing as a guard around my family.
His heavy footsteps echoed from the bathroom, and I could hear the faucet run. A moment later, he emerged in the doorway.