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)
Forever.
He ran his hand over the top of my head, curling me in his arms as he stared down at me. “I love you, Daisy.”
“I love you, Cash. So much.”
A frown dented his brow. “I haven’t been with a woman in years.”
“I have an IUD.”
“Good, because I don’t want anything left between us. Nothing, Daisy.” He brushed his nose against mine, and I wound my arms around his shoulders.
“Nothing,” I whispered back.
He reached between us and brought the tip of his cock to my center, the fat head barely nudged at me.
Our breaths swirled around us, our eyes frantic as we stared at each other.
“Nothing,” I said again.
“Nothing.”
Cash pushed inside me.
My nails sank into his shoulders as he filled me full.
He was so big I was gasping and choking as I struggled to adjust to his size.
To the overwhelming feel of him. To the pleasure that nearly blacked out my sight.
He rose up onto both hands, his rugged jaw clenched as he pulled out and pushed back in. I couldn’t breathe.
“Nothing.” His teeth ground and a sheen of sweat slicked his flesh. “Nothing, Daisy. Nothing other than you. Nothing like you. Nothing that feels better than you. Never dreamed of getting to experience you this way.”
Every word from his mouth was a grunt.
I rasped a staggered sound, unable to speak.
“You feel it, my Wallflower? You feel what it was always supposed to be like? The way you were made for me?”
My head nodded erratically on the pillow, and I gave him a semblance of what he had given me. “Yes. Nothing. Nothing is better than this. Nothing is better than you.”
Cash slowly pulled out then drove back in.
A soft puff of air escaped my mouth.
Cash leaned down and inhaled it, and his lips softly brushed against mine. It didn’t matter that it was gentle.
I felt it like an earthquake. The man a landslide as he began to move in me.
His strokes long and slow and deliberate. His eyes on me as he drew his hips back and plunged back in fully.
Claiming.
Taking.
A marking that went soul deep.
I gasped with each one, the pleasure devastating.
Nearly more than I could bear.
“You are perfection, Daisy. Every inch of you. Every part of you. This body and your mind and your kind, gentle spirit. Gonna protect it with everything I have. All my dark will stand in front of every threat so you can shine all your light.”
The promises poured out of him as he slowly worked me into a stupor. My body writhing and bowing beneath him. I began to lift to meet every possessive thrust of his hips.
Bliss flickered and danced and played.
“Do you feel it, Daisy? Do you feel the way I fit inside you like I was carved for you? Way this body takes me? Nothing has ever felt so right. Paradise when I am destined for Hell.”
My head rocked back on the pillow as he drove deeper.
Harder.
“No, you were destined for me.” I whispered it into the dense, lapping air.
Into the energy that swirled around us.
An envelope that promised to keep us safe.
Emotion gripped him. As ardently as it gripped me. As the love that had been stored for too long burst free.
Swamped us.
Drenched us.
Held us.
“I won’t take it for granted. I promise you,” he told me.
“I know.”
I brushed my fingers down the hard planes of his chest as he worked over me. As he fucked faster and harder and deeper with each stroke.
Pleasure sparked with each drive of his body.
Lights that flickered at the edges of my sight and glowed at the fringes of my soul.
“This body. So perfect. So good. So gorgeous. Want to live in it, Daisy. Want to live in you. With you.”
“I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he grunted.
I gasped when he reached between us and rubbed the pads of his fingers over my clit. Pinpricks of ecstasy licked across the surface of my flesh.
“Mine to please. Mine to treasure. Mine to keep.”
“Please,” I begged, my body arching from the bed, imploring for more of what he had to give.
The force of him was already relentless.
Too much.
Not enough.
His hips began to snap as he continued to propel me toward disorder, and I clawed and ripped at his back as he consumed me in a way that I’d never been consumed. In a way I’d never wanted to be consumed until him.
“I—” I choked and gasped as rapture rushed and gathered.
“Going to own you in every way,” he promised. “Your pleasure is mine. Want to feel it, Daisy. Want to feel you come around my cock. Give it to me. Let me see you glow, Little Wallflower. The way you were always meant to do.”
He pressed down on my clit.
“Cash.” I cried out his name as I splintered. A complete rupturing as pleasure sped through every inch of my body.
Lightning.
Thunder.
A sonic boom that glowed bright behind my eyes.