He groans, eyes slowly blinking open. “Blossom? What are you doing here?”
“I want you, Day.” Biting my lip, I reach down and bring the dress over my head, baring myself completely for him.
He rises to his forearms, mouth agape. “Is this some sort of fucking dream?”
A shiver of sinful pleasure races through me as his eyes devour my figure. I slink onto the mattress. “Touch me and find out.”
In a second, I’m flung on my back, the air knocked out of me. Delicately, he cups my cheek. His other hand grazes over my breasts and down the soft curves of my stomach. “Your body feels like a dream.”
My eyes flutter closed as he kisses me. Yes, yes,yes, this is what I need. Someone not afraid to touch me. My hips rise, and I gasp, realizing he’s not wearing anything.
“So you sleep naked?” I giggle.
“Why not? You never know when a beautiful girl is going to crawl into your bed.”
I kiss a trail along his neck, tasting sweet nutmeg and clove. “Farron was here earlier.”
“Of course.” His large hand squeezes my leg, inching closer to my core. “I’m not going to waste the one night he’s not surrounded by that bastard’s thorns. You should have left early with us instead of dancing.”
“Then where is he?”
“In his room. We don’t do the whole sleepover thing.”
“So, I shouldn’t expect cuddles after we fuck?”
His fingers dance across my upper thigh, sending skittering shots of desire through me. “Well, Rosalina—”
“It’s okay,” I say quickly before he thinks I’m a clingy weirdo. “I came here for your cock, after all.”
His laugh radiates through the room. “I knew you had a dirty mouth behind that sweet façade. Tell me what you want with my cock.”
I press my palms on his hard chest, pushing him down to the bed, then straddle his hips. “I want you to fill me like you promised when we went to the Summer Realm. The night you cut off another man’s hands for touching me.”
“That was me in control. I hadn’t even kissed you yet—you won’t find me so merciful again.” He grabs my hips. “But this cock is for good girls. Can you be a good girl, Rosie?”
Something flutters in my breast, and I nod.
“Suck my cock,” he says, voice all dominance.
Happiness churns through me. I had ached to please Kel, but Dayton wants me. I can make him happy. I grip his thighs and lower my head; a spill of hair falls over my shoulder. Dayton reaches forward, twining it into a rope. My lips part, and I take his cock in my mouth. He tastes of salt and sweat. I lick and swirl my tongue around the head before drawing down his length. His hands tighten in my hair. He groans deeply, and I take him deeper into my throat.
“Does this feel good?” I moan, mouth dripping with saliva.
“Oh fuck.” His hips rock upward. “Baby, you have no idea.”
His words travel into my core, and wetness pools between my legs. His cock pushes so deep into my throat, tears spring from my eyes. But I can take it. I can take him.
With my free hand, I grip the base and stroke. Dayton’s hold tightens in my hair and he tugs my head up. I gasp, heaving in air, probably looking completely undone with my tongue hanging out, pre-cum dripping down my lips.
“Come here.” He pulls me on top of him. I weave my fingers through his golden hair as we kiss. My legs spread out on either side of him, and I press my aching core against his stomach, desperate for any friction.
“Yes.” He grips my hips, pulling me down so my wet pussy slides against the length of his cock.
I cry out, squeezing my eyes shut. Every nerve in my body is alight with the sensation.
“You’re such a good fucking girl, Rosie. You almost made me cum. But you came looking for something, didn’t you? You tell me, where do you want it?”
“Want it?” I blink.
