The breath left him as if he’d been punched. He moved fast—his hands wrapping around her ankles and pulling her flat to the center of the bed.
He climbed over her, blocking the firelight, hiding his face in shadow.
His hands found her wrists. Pressed them into the pillows above her head, grey eyes burning in silent command.
Stay.
Then his mouth descended, not with the unhinged haste he’d kissed her before, but with purpose and an urgency that couldn’t be ignored.
Her knee lifted, resting against his hip, welcoming his weight as it settled over her. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, his tongue stroking hers with a rhythm that made her toes curl. But he didn’t linger.
His lips traced a path down her throat, as if on a mission now. His mouth moved lower. Into the hollow between her collarbones. Across the swell of her breast, pausing to draw her still-sensitive nipple into his mouth briefly—making her gasp at the memory as much as the reignited pleasure.
She kept her arms where he’d placed them, fingers curling into the pillows, nails biting into silk, silently obeying his command as his mouth lay claim to her body as no one else ever had.
He continued his descent to the ladder of her ribs. Then the soft plane of her belly, where her muscles jumped and fluttered. He licked the dip of her navel, tongue swirling slowly before moving on.
Lower and lower, until his broad shoulders pushed between her thighs, spreading her wide to accommodate his frame. His breath washed hot across her swollen flesh, and Daisy realized with sudden, acute awareness just how wet she was.
Slick evidence of her arousal coated her folds, the sweet musk of her desire making her cheeks burn. He waited for an excruciating eternity, looking at her with devastating proximity.
The ache at her core spread to her lungs as he stared into her with those darkening grey eyes, and she tried to breathe.
His cool breath teased her dewy curls.
“Jack, please,” she begged, mortified.
“Please, what?”
“Touch me—” She broke off, beyond coherent speech, her hips lifting in silent supplication, as his hungry mouth closed over her sex, licking deeply.
A single stroke from entrance to clit, his tongue flat and warm, he gathered the wetness that pooled at her opening and groaned, the sound a deep, masculine rumble that vibrated against her sensitive flesh.
“God,” he breathed. “You taste like...”
He didn’t finish. Couldn’t finish as he feasted on her like a starved man.
Daisy gripped the pillows and arched against the bed. His tongue parted her folds with deliberate precision, tracing the seam of her until he found the pearl of her clitoris. He circled it slowly, then drew it between his lips and sucked.
She cried out. Her thighs tried to close around his head, but he gripped her legs, holding her open, holding her still, so he could worship her with single-minded devotion.
He laved through her folds in long, luxurious strokes, moaning against her flesh like she was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Sacred. Reverent. Insatiable.
Hungry, desperate sounds rumbled from his chest and throat as her gasping cries melded into moans. He lapped at her like nectar, like she was sustenance he needed to survive.
Her body clenched, trying to draw him in, but he pulled back. Tormenting her to a higher peak of wanting. His tongue traced her entrance, teasing at the tender opening. Returned to her clit and flicked rapidly, making her sob with pleasure, before diving back down to drink from her core.
“Jack…” She couldn’t stop saying his name. “Jack, oh, God, Jack!”
He hummed against her sex, the vibration ricocheting through her nervous system like lightning. His tongue lashed her clit in tight circles, then his lips sealed around the swollen bud, sucking in a pulsing rhythm.
One hand left her thigh, as his finger traced her entrance, circling the slick opening without breaching, teasing her with the promise of fullness.
Her hips rolled against his mouth, desperately seeking more. She was climbing toward something vast and terrifying, her body wound so tight she thought she might shatter.
“Please—please—I need?—”
His finger slid inside her—just one, just the first knuckle—while his mouth sucked hard at her clit. The dual sensation sent her spiraling.
