Page 109 of Made for Mayhem

“Tell me you want this,” Ty said, his voice hitching, showing just a little insecurity when I didn’t answer. “Tell me you want me.”

My hands came up, grasping either side of Ty’s face until he met my gaze. “Fuck me, Ty. Make me yours.”

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“Fuck me, Ty. Make me yours.”

Her words slammed into me like a full-speed check into the boards, stealing my breath. My hands still framed her face, thumbs brushing the heat blooming across her cheeks. I stared, trying to etch every detail into my memory—Daisy, naked and sprawled across my sheets, blonde hair a wild halo, chest flushed pink with want, lips swollen from my kisses.

Mine.

Not a question. Not a maybe. A demand that lit me up from the inside.

I dropped my weight, letting her feel every inch of how hard she’d made me again. She gasped, hips rolling up, slick heat gliding along my cock. And fuck, I was already teetering on the edge.

“Careful what you ask for, sweetheart,” I growled against her ear, nipping the lobe. “I've been dreaming about this for three damn years. I might not be gentle.”

Her laugh came out shaky, fingers digging into my shoulders. “I don’t need gentle. I just want you.”

That was it—restraint gone. I reached between us, gripped myself, and dragged the head through her wetness just to watch her squirm. She was soaked, thighs trembling, arching like she couldn’t wait another second. I notched at her entrance, but my last thread of sanity stopped me.

I pressed my forehead to her shoulder, breath ragged. “Daisy… condom. We should⁠—”

She shook her head, eyes locked on mine, dark and certain. “I’m on the pill. And Ty, it’s been years since I’ve been with anyone. You’ve been right there in my head since the moment I met you, making sure no man ever stood a chance.” Her fingers curled into my hair, tugging lightly. “I want to feel you. All of you. Just us.”

My pulse roared in my ears. The thought of nothing between us, of spilling inside her, claiming her in the most primal way—it hit me so hard I had to clench my jaw to keep from losing it right there.

“Are you sure?” I rasped. “I’m clean.”

She nodded, a small, wicked smile curving her lips. “I’m sure. I want you bare, Ty. Want you to ruin me for anyone else.”

A groan tore out of me. The image flashed unbidden—her belly rounded with my kid, Junie’s little sibling kicking under her skin someday. A family. The thought lodged deep in my chest, warm and fierce.

I kissed her hard, pouring every ounce of that want into it. “You’re gonna kill me, woman.”

“La petite mort,” she whispered against my mouth. “Die happy, Ty.”

I pushed in inch by torturous inch, watching her eyes flutter, her mouth fall open on a silent gasp.

Tight.

So fucking tight, hot and wet and perfect.

She clenched around me, and I had to stop halfway just to breathe, forehead pressed to hers, sweat beading on my back.

“Ty—” she whimpered, nails raking down my spine.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” I slid the rest of the way home, buried to the hilt, and we both groaned. The fit was unreal—nothing between us, just skin on skin, her heat gripping me like a promise. I pulled back, then thrust in again, deeper, harder, setting a rhythm that had the headboard tapping the wall in a steady beat.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass, urging me faster. I gave it to her, the room filling with the sounds of us: skin slapping, breath hitching, the wet slide of her taking me. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I couldn’t resist dropping my mouth to one nipple, sucking hard until she cried out.

“Quiet,” I warned, grinning against her skin. “Junie’s down the hall.”

She bit her lip, nodding, but when I angled my hips and hit that spot inside her, her head fell back, a muffled moan slipping free. I swallowed it with a kiss, tongue stroking hers in time with my cock. She was close—I could feel it in the way she fluttered around me, the way her thighs shook.

I slid a hand between us, thumb finding her clit, circling fast. “Come on, Daisy. Let me feel it. Fall apart for me.”

That did it.