He smirked. “No one can hear us on this floor.”
“Oh,” Now fully naked, she couldn’t tear her eyes off his beautiful body. She slaked her curiosity and stared at his cock. She could never imagine this man ever being weak and frail. Not when powerful, lean muscle shaped his long legs, the grid of his abdomen, and the broad expanse of his chest and shoulders. The corded muscles of his arms flexed as he prowled over the bed, her heart freezing in paralyzed excitement as he stretched over her with feline grace.
“Tell me you love me,” he said, his gaze searching hers with a flash of vulnerability.
Daisy swallowed down the tightness in her throat.
“I love you. With all my heart. With everything that I am,” she said.
He came down on one elbow, his other hand sliding down the side of her body, over her hip until he reached her knee and pulled her leg up.
“I love you, Daisy. My love for you consumes me in a way that is frightening. You are all the light in my life. My horizon. My sun, my moon, my stars, the glow from my candle at my bedside. You are the dawn that brings hope and warmth to the world after a long bleak night. I lived only because I was meant to love you.”
A sob caught in her throat. “How can you say such things?” His words overwhelmed her. She couldn’t string two pretty words together in return. Her tongue was a useless lead weight in her mouth. “How do I reply to something so lovely?”
He brushed a kiss over her lips. “You don’t have to say anything back. You said you’d be my wife, you begged to giveyourself to me, and you lay beneath me, naked. You swore to give me every part of you, and that is so much more than I deserve.”
He flexed his spine, and the blunt crown of his cock probed the entrance to her body, which was slick and aching for him. Daisy spread her legs wider and tilted her hips to his in invitation. Because she belonged to him, his to worship and honor, his to claim and devour.
“Take me.” She threaded her hands into his hair and brought his mouth to hers. Their tongues wove together, their hearts beating at their chests as if they too needed to embrace.
Sam drove inside her in one smooth thrust, and a cry slipped from her throat. He was inside her. Her mind couldn’t comprehend that he was inside her, and he felt so deep. Pleasure and pain mixed, her heart pounding and her flesh screaming despite the wet hot clutch of her body around his that still felt so right despite the discomfort. It ebbed as he lifted his mouth from hers.
“I’m sorry. There was no getting around it,” he said, his voice tight as if he had hung himself in suspense waiting for her reaction.
Daisy’s eyes stung, and tears gathered at the corners. But not from pain. Instead, the wordstakenandclaimedhad new meaning. Of course there would be a flash of pain. Something so pivotal could never pass without a significant change. She was altered. This part of her would always be his kingdom. The sting was nothing, not when it declared her as his.
“I feel only love, Sam. My love and your love. It hums beneath my skin like music. I never want it to end.”
He slowly withdrew and slid home again. “You said you didn’t know what to say. You just needed a little more inspiration.”
The sting of being stretched fuller than ever before flared with his movement, but then he rolled his hips into her with hisnext thrust, and a new, pleasurable burn stole her focus. The sweet rush of sensation between them eased her discomfort until it was nearly gone, and his movements became easier and more fluid.
“God, Daisy. You feel like heaven.” His brow touched hers.
Her knees hitched higher, a gasp escaping her as the friction of his pelvis, combined with the slick plundering of her body turned her world into a storm of need and rapture.
“Sam, my God,” Daisy said.
He smiled and pressed a kiss to her ear. “I like the sound of that. I’m your god, and you are my willing sacrifice, here to offer your body.”
Daisy arched into him, her wicked lover, her soon to be husband. “Blasphemy,” she said and then her breath caught. Sam sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
“No, you’re right. You’re my goddess, and I will spend the rest of my days worshiping your body as my temple.”
“Sam, please!” Daisy cried, because this twisting yearning inside her made thoughts and words almost impossible to comprehend.
“Yes, my love. I have what you need.”
He lifted himself up, snapping his hips into her and Daisy cried out, each thrust had stars bursting behind her eyelids, but she fought to keep her eyes open because the image of Sam, leaning over her, his body connected to hers so intimately and the savage desire on his face was something she never wanted to forget. The vision seared into her mind and heart, and it sent her into the tumbling falls of her release, her body relishing the pounding of his hips as wave after wave of bliss washed through her.
“God, you’re so beautiful. Daisy, I can’t—” He shuddered, throwing his head back as his own release wrenched through him, his deep groan vibrating through her hips, and Daisy hadjust enough focus to keep her eyes fixed on him and not miss a single moment of her gloriously wicked angel shaking the walls of heaven with his pleasure. He slipped from her body spent himself on her stomach.
Daisy luxuriated in the primal intimacy of the moment. She could not imagine another man making her feel this way. She would never have this—this kind of exposed desire, trust, and vulnerable hunger that she would never have to hide from Sam. Sam unchained the woman inside her who’d been starving for affection, understanding, and this. This wild passion only he inspired.
He slowly lowered himself to her and Daisy wrapped her arms around him. His labored breathing hitched.
“Your rib!” she cried in concern, loosening her hold. He rolled to the side and smiled at her.
