Daisy moved her hips as he pressed his hardness to her.
“What should we do?” Daisy asked.
He released his grip on her breast to put both hands on her hips, holding her down as he ground into her bottom. Her thighs squeezed together, aching for friction and pressure.
“Touch me,” she said in a voice she did not recognize as her own, it was breathy and agonized with painful need. His breath caught in her ear, and he released her hips. He gathered up her skirt, his hands raking over her thighs as he spread them wider. The heat thrown from the hearth bathed her in warmth as he coated his fingers in her arousal and pressed one inside her. Daisy lifted her hips, wanting more pressure. His thumb brushed her sensitive peak, the pleasure so acute it bordered on pain every time he touched her there. But the moment hestopped she wanted more. She wanted to be possessed by him, consumed in this need until there was nothing left of her.
He added another finger, the stretch and filling of her body building the intensity of her yearning. She had no shame, no fear, when she was in his arms. Nothing existed beyond Sam and his touch. This was where she belonged, where she truly felt at home, in her skin and in her heart.
Daisy arched and dug her hand underneath her lower back to touch him.
He bucked into her hold and groaned. “Daisy.”
Daisy smiled. “I want to know how to pleasure you.”
“Pleasuring you is my pleasure,” he said, his tongue trailing along the sensitive curve of her ear. What she wouldn’t give to feel his tongue between her legs again.
“Sam,” Daisy moaned.
He chuckled devilishly into her ear. “You’re at my mercy.”
He increased the tempo of his fingers, his palm grinding against her with a twisting motion and Daisy couldn’t hold back the sounds that came from her. But what she could do was torture him back.
Daisy squeezed her fingers around his cock as much as she could, driving her hand up and down as far as she could reach.
“Daisy,” he groaned. His voice breaking as she reached his tip and squeezed again. He thrust into her hand, matching the movement with his fingers and Daisy lost all sense of reality.
There was only Sam and her. The world dark around them and filled with the moans of ecstasy.
Her body tightened, heat flooding her limbs and she knew the end was coming. She didn’t want to stop. She didn’t want to leave this perfect moment where nothing else mattered but them.
As long as his hands were on her body, she belonged to him. She never wanted that to end.
“Sam, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she begged.
“Never,” he growled into her hair. “I will never stop loving you, worshiping you, bringing you to the heights of pleasure.”
“Sam—I—” But her voice broke into a silent cry as her body exploded with ecstasy, shattering her thoughts and will until she was nothing more than floating stars in a sea of black bliss. She was the night sky, and she wanted to stay here in the heavens, with Sam’s hands on her body, Sam’s lips kissing her shoulder, and Sam’s heart all her own.
She didn’t know who this mysterious bride was, but she couldn’t have him. Daisy would fight to the death if she had to. She was not giving him up. Ever.
A shuddering exhale left her as Sam pushed her skirts down. Daisy blinked into full awareness, the room quiet and still.
“Will you tell me what happened tonight? You went to the Lyon’s Den, didn’t you?”
He tensed behind her. “It’s late. We should go to bed.”
Daisy twisted to look at him, his features bathed in flickering orange light. “You don’t want to tell me?”
He sighed, sitting up straighter with her. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell you. But you’ll be worried and upset, when you should be sleeping soundly after my very thorough, expert ravishing of your delectable body.”
He nuzzled her hair, but Daisy would not be dissuaded. “It’s too late for that. Worried is my foundational emotion. I need to know, or I won’t sleep at all. I’ll think about every possible outcome of that meeting, and I won’t be able to stop unless I know.”
He dropped his forehead to her shoulder. “Daisy...”
“Sam,” she returned in a tone she’d never used before. It was cold and hard like stone. Unbending.
He lifted his head. “All right.”
