Today, he belonged to her.
She arched her back while his palms and fingertips skimmed her tender flesh. Drinking kisses from his mouth, she welcomed his touch.
Sounds clawed up her throat, incoherent words and thoughts expressly for him. “Need. You. Mine. Love…”
She nearly wept when he drew back, kneeling between her legs, his breeches unfastened. Her pulse pounded in her ears while he stared down at her with heavy eyes, his mouth glistening and parted. Daisy settled her gaze on his member… hispenis.
An air of wonder, of discovery and excitement, hovered around them both.
She pushed herself onto her elbows, reached forward, and touched it. “It's hot,” she said. “And so soft.” She caressed the texture, which reminded her of the finest silk.
God’s silk.
“Not soft.” Alastair covered her hand and wound both their fingers around it. It was thick, pulsing beneath her palm.
Milky liquid appeared at the tip.
She pushed away hesitation, thoughts that she should look away. That a good girl would be squeamish, or allow guilt to ruin this moment.
Instead, she swirled her thumb over the single pearl, spreading his seed around the skin.
Alastair inhaled a sharp breath.
“Does it hurt?” She wavered, waiting.
“You touching me?” His voice caught. “Feels like heaven. I’ve dreamed of this…”
She moved her gaze over his face, and warmth curled through her at what she saw. The sharp angles of his cheekbones hadn’t yet lost all their boyish softness, but there was already a promise of the man he would become. His aquiline nose, the determined set of his jaw, and the bright, intelligent gleam in his eyes would forever set him apart from other boys his age.
And oh, how those green eyes stole her breath—always alight with hope.
But in that moment, she saw more.
She saw desire. Adoration.Soul-consuming love. His looks stole her breath, but she loved him for the man inside.
And she always would.
Alastair’s hand left hers and when she nodded, he gathered her skirts up higher.
This was a first for both of them—because neither kept secrets from the other. And when he swirled one finger around a very intimate curl, her breath hitched. His gaze slid from her face to between her legs. Another first for both of them.
Exploring.
She studied him while he studied her.
She moved her gaze down his neck, over his taut belly to hisshaft. No words were necessary. Trust bound them together, casting out all inhibitions.
Their eyes locked, both filled with questions. This level of familiarity was too much and yet it was not enough.
Daisy nodded, and Alastair lowered himself onto her. Chest to chest, hip to hip, mouth to mouth.
“Daisy,” he breathed. “My precious Daisy.”
She cradled his face between her hands, their mouths fused, breathing the same air. Loving him.
Fullness. A twinge of pain. But then more fullness. And for the first time in her life, she felt like a whole person. No longer one heart, but two.
She’d been created for this very purpose. She’d been created for this man.
