Finally, I forced myself to pull my fingers from her body and eased back on my knees.
Her hand flopped beside her and her legs collapsed to the bed.
Her hair matted and wild.
As wild as those eyes.
Her clothing in complete disarray. Her tank pushed up and one tit still showing. Her underwear tugged to one side, and my cum streaked across her belly.
How fucked up that I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight.
“Nothin’ more beautiful than you. Nothing in this fucking world.” I couldn’t help but tell her.
Softness filled her features, and I pushed out a sigh and forced myself to climb off the bed when the only thing I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life in it.
Tangled with her.
I tucked my cock back into my jeans then mumbled, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
FORTY-ONE
DAISY
I lay gasping asI watched Cash turn and disappear into the bathroom. Aftershocks still tingling through my body and the oxygen still missing from my lungs.
My heart ravaged in my chest and my skin prickled with the vestiges of pleasure that still skittered and danced through me.
All while my mind spun with a thousand reservations and questions.
I was so in over my head, I didn’t know where I stood. What I felt being here. With him. The way I never wanted it to end, but I knew by the fear in his eyes, it would have to.
I could feel it simmering all around. His storm gathering in every recess of my being, preparing to dump and pour.
But I wanted to stand in the middle of it.
Raise my hands over my head and let it rain and batter and lash.
I wanted to hold some of his pain the way he’d been holding mine. Stand like a sentry around his mangled soul, the way he’d been standing as a guard around my family.
His heavy footsteps echoed from the bathroom, and I could hear the faucet run. A moment later, he emerged in the doorway.
A dark phantom that cast its shadow across the walls. Pure malice and intimidation while he still somehow managed to emit a softness underneath.
His footsteps were long and slow as he approached, and those hazel eyes raked over me as he sat down on the edge of the bed facing me.
A tiny groan left me at the warmth of the cloth as he set it on my belly.
“How wrong is it that I want to be stuffing this cum into your cunt rather than wiping it away? How wrong is it that I want to mark you with everything that I am?”
Shock rasped out of me at his crude words.
Okay, there wasn’t a whole lot of softness when it came to him.
That was clear enough.
But I felt the undercut. That brittle tenderness that he didn’t know what to do with.
Shower me with it, apparently, because then he murmured, “Don’t want to hurt you, Daisy. Terrified of it,” as he resituated my underwear and pulled down my shirt.
