“Nothing,” I said again.
“Nothing.”
Cash pushed inside me.
My nails sank into his shoulders as he filled me full.
He was so big I was gasping and choking as I struggled to adjust to his size.
To the overwhelming feel of him. To the pleasure that nearly blacked out my sight.
He rose up onto both hands, his rugged jaw clenched as he pulled out and pushed back in. I couldn’t breathe.
“Nothing.” His teeth ground and a sheen of sweat slicked his flesh. “Nothing, Daisy. Nothing other than you. Nothing like you. Nothing that feels better than you. Never dreamed of getting to experience you this way.”
Every word from his mouth was a grunt.
I rasped a staggered sound, unable to speak.
“You feel it, my Wallflower? You feel what it was always supposed to be like? The way you were made for me?”
My head nodded erratically on the pillow, and I gave him a semblance of what he had given me. “Yes. Nothing. Nothing is better than this. Nothing is better than you.”
Cash slowly pulled out then drove back in.
A soft puff of air escaped my mouth.
Cash leaned down and inhaled it, and his lips softly brushed against mine. It didn’t matter that it was gentle.
I felt it like an earthquake. The man a landslide as he began to move in me.
His strokes long and slow and deliberate. His eyes on me as he drew his hips back and plunged back in fully.
Claiming.
Taking.
A marking that went soul deep.
I gasped with each one, the pleasure devastating.
Nearly more than I could bear.
“You are perfection, Daisy. Every inch of you. Every part of you. This body and your mind and your kind, gentle spirit. Gonna protect it with everything I have. All my dark will stand in front of every threat so you can shine all your light.”
The promises poured out of him as he slowly worked me into a stupor. My body writhing and bowing beneath him. I began to lift to meet every possessive thrust of his hips.
Bliss flickered and danced and played.
“Do you feel it, Daisy? Do you feel the way I fit inside you like I was carved for you? Way this body takes me? Nothing has ever felt so right. Paradise when I am destined for Hell.”
My head rocked back on the pillow as he drove deeper.
Harder.
“No, you were destined for me.” I whispered it into the dense, lapping air.
Into the energy that swirled around us.
