He slid a finger in a circular motion and then slipped it inside her body. She clenched around him, the sensation shocking her. He moved his finger in and out of her. Her legs trembled, spreading open for him.
Daisy wanted to close her eyes, to dissolve into nothing but feeling and enjoy this moment. He pushed another finger inside of her, and the stretching, full feeling stung a little. She tensed, her legs snapping inward.
“You’ll get used to it,” he murmured. “I promise. It will only hurt a bit at first.” He groaned. “You are driving me mad. I want to taste you.”
Daisy snapped to attention. “What?”
“I want to kiss you and taste you at your very core.”
“Is that done?”
“Only by people who like to enjoy sex. I’m sure there are plenty of prudes living miserable lives who would never conceive of such a thing, but that will not be you and me. I will have every inch of my wife.”
My wife.
Her legs melted open again. Those were the loveliest words he’d ever uttered. Daisy had been waiting forever to be a wife, to be wanted.
“You’re so delicious I came in my breeches. That’s how much you make me hunger for you.” He slid those two fingers in and out slowly. Like he’d said, it didn’t hurt as much now, but the firm outline of his manhood in his trousers was far larger than his fingers.
He kissed her there. Right where he’d been playing with his fingers, he licked her, pressing his tongue to that sensitive nub. Everything he did with his wicked tongue was like pure heaven. Daisy fell back into the chair.
He scooped his arms under her thighs and pulled her closer, his mouth vibrating while he groaned and teased her with his tongue. Her body clenched, the hollow where he moved his fingers in and out suddenly feeling ignored.
“Sam,” Daisy gasped.
He pushed his fingers back in, and the conflicting motions of his swirling tongue and dragging fingers ripped a cry from her throat.
“Delicious,” he murmured. “Nectar of the gods.”
Her legs shook, perched over his shoulders, and she couldn’t look away from his pale golden head, drinking from her between her thighs. That feeling came again—the locking of her muscles, the shivery tension that took over her body, the tingling and sparking delight. Daisy held her breath as she crested that mountain again, the sensation of falling and heaviness taking over.
“Sam,” she whispered softly, utterly spent.
“There is no better sound than my name on your tongue when I’ve pleasured you with mine.”
Daisy watched him with heavy lashes.
He stroked the hard line of his—what did he say before? Cock? The wet spots still stained his breeches. He caught her watching him.
Her lower stomach tugged at that.
He winked. He set her legs down and covered her with her skirts. He stood, hands on his hips and looking down at his cock straining his breeches.
Daisy didn’t have the energy to blush.
“I don’t think I have trousers in here yet.” He held out his hand and helped Daisy sit up. Daisy stood, her legs like soft butter. She fixed her skirts before looking up at him with a question in her eyes.
He cupped her cheeks. “Was it too much too fast?”
Was it? No. Maybe? The physical intimacy was exquisite, but the other things, like ending her betrothal, terrified her. The door to this chamber couldn’t stay locked forever. They had obstacles in their way.
“What happens now?”
“We’ll marry. But we’ll have to speak to Blakewood and Amelia and tell them the truth.”
Daisy would rather eat a live fish. Not that she was afraid of her brother—he could be reasoned with. It was her parents and Lady Claystone she feared. Her father already disliked Lady Claystone, though he hid it for her mother’s sake, but her mother would be crushed and embarrassed. Daisy couldn’t imagine what Lady Claystone might do. She didn’t want to think about it right now, not when her body still sung with beautiful pleasure because of Sam.
“You didn’t ask me to marry you,” Daisy teased. “You just assumed I would.”
