An envelope that promised to keep us safe.
Emotion gripped him. As ardently as it gripped me. As the love that had been stored for too long burst free.
Swamped us.
Drenched us.
Held us.
“I won’t take it for granted. I promise you,” he told me.
“I know.”
I brushed my fingers down the hard planes of his chest as he worked over me. As he fucked faster and harder and deeper with each stroke.
Pleasure sparked with each drive of his body.
Lights that flickered at the edges of my sight and glowed at the fringes of my soul.
“This body. So perfect. So good. So gorgeous. Want to live in it, Daisy. Want to live in you. With you.”
“I’m yours.”
“Mine,” he grunted.
I gasped when he reached between us and rubbed the pads of his fingers over my clit. Pinpricks of ecstasy licked across the surface of my flesh.
“Mine to please. Mine to treasure. Mine to keep.”
“Please,” I begged, my body arching from the bed, imploring for more of what he had to give.
The force of him was already relentless.
Too much.
Not enough.
His hips began to snap as he continued to propel me toward disorder, and I clawed and ripped at his back as he consumed me in a way that I’d never been consumed. In a way I’d never wanted to be consumed until him.
“I—” I choked and gasped as rapture rushed and gathered.
“Going to own you in every way,” he promised. “Your pleasure is mine. Want to feel it, Daisy. Want to feel you come around my cock. Give it to me. Let me see you glow, Little Wallflower. The way you were always meant to do.”
He pressed down on my clit.
“Cash.” I cried out his name as I splintered. A complete rupturing as pleasure sped through every inch of my body.
Lightning.
Thunder.
A sonic boom that glowed bright behind my eyes.
He seemed to lose whatever control he’d been keeping as I throbbed and pulsed around him, and he fisted the sheets as he began to pound into me.
My body bowed, my hips lifted high to meet with him in a needy, desperate offering.
As he thickened and filled me in the most sublime way.
