On the brink of bliss.
I pushed her onto her back, and I wound between her thighs, my free hand planted near her head as I hovered over her, the other still thrusting into her tight, mind-bending grip.
Woman a curse.
A cure.
The call of her almost too much.
“Please,” she begged, trying to push my hand away so she could drag my cock to her entrance. “I need to feel you.”
I almost blacked out at the thought. At the need that nearly buckled every restraint. Imagining what it would be like to drive into her fully.
Take her.
Own her.
The head of my throbbing dick brushed through her center.
Sparks of lightning lit at the backs of my eyes, and I swore thunder rolled in the distance.
“Fuck, Daisy,” I growled through the bedlam. Into the complete anarchy that had taken me over. “Told you that we can’t go there.”
I would never survive. That was if this vacant, destitute life was even considered surviving.
“I—” She choked off as I shifted and rubbed my fingertips in that sensitive spot inside her as I jacked myself into her fist.
Could feel her staving off her orgasm. Wanting something that I couldn’t give.
“Let go,” I demanded. “Fucking let go.”
But I worried it was me who was letting go when she shattered apart with a rasp of my name. Me who was tripping as her walls throbbed around my fingers and her hand cinched down tighter on my dick.
Pleasure shattered within me. Busting out and streaking through my entire being. Rushing to saturate every cell.
A rapture unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Rapture that I didn’t deserve as my cock jutted and jerked as I came all over the soft swell of her belly.
Both of us flying.
Soaring in a place where we could never land.
In that foreign place that I’d only ever touched on when I was with her.
Daisy’s body was arched toward mine. My fingers stuffed inside her as she kept gripping onto my cock, her eyes wide as she watched me pour all over her.
Grunts heaved out of me as she sucked for nonexistent breaths.
We stayed like that for the longest time.
Wishing for a way for this to be true.
Those angel eyes sifted over my face. Caressing and believing. Begging me to fall into something I was afraid I was already lost to.
But she didn’t know this wasn’t me. It wasn’t my reality. She saw someone who wasn’t there. Felt a life that had died the day the rest of them did.
I inhaled a staggered breath. Trying to bring myself down. To remind myself of my purpose.
