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Daisy eased up, slipping her legs either side of his hips. Her heat pressed against his straining cock.

He groaned, his muscles aching with repressed need.

Daisy pressed against him. “What do I need, Rexx?”

“To get well.”

“I feel great. I need you. Give me what I need.”

Those words undid him. He grabbed her hips, flipped her over, and covered her with his body. Her legs opened, and he sank between them, pressing his cock against her. His tongue found hers in a crash of passion.

Her moan as he took his fill of her almost drove him wild.

Daisy laced her fingers behind his head and melded them together.

He lost track of time as he tasted her, pushing his need for her into those kisses. The pain from his injuries vanished as he was consumed by the heat and pleasure fusing them together.

His mouth left hers, and his tongue tracked down her throat, his hands working loose her clothing. He exposed soft, silky skin and lean muscle. He kissed, sucked, and teased her flesh with his tongue until she was panting.

“Hell, yes!” She arched against him as his mouth slid lower.

His hand moved into her pants, and he found her wet. Her delicious feminine scent made him growl in the back of his throat.

“Rexx, don’t stop.”

He eased two fingers inside her. He was weak; he knew it. This was selfish; he got that. Would he hate himself for doing this? No more than usual. If this helped Daisy, he’d never stop doing it. And if she wanted nothing to do with him when she came to her senses, he’d find a way to fix it. Even if it meant he had to leave.

Her fingers touched his face. “Hey, come back to me. You okay?”

His mouth returned to hers as he teased and stroked her wet folds with his fingers. “Always when I’m doing this. You?”

“Oh, yeah.” She pressed against his hand. “Don’t stop doing that.”

“You sure you want me to?”

Daisy pulled back, her head tilting again. “Yes! I want this. I want you. Stop asking. Come here.” She dragged him down for such a soul smoldering kiss that he could do nothing but ride the wave, his fingers stroking her as her breathing became increasingly desperate.

An ache to fill her speared through him, but he didn’t act. He wouldn’t fuck her until she asked him. And not like this, not when they were fighting for their lives, but when they were free, safe, and it was just the two of them.

Instead, he’d make damn sure she had the climax of her life. He wanted Daisy writhing and crying out and coming so hard she’d remember the feeling for days. Remember him.

He rested his palm against her clit and circled her hot, trembling center, keeping constant contact with her sensitive nub.

A gasp shot out of her and her hips jerked in a frantic rhythm.

Rexx caressed her until his hand was wet with her desire. He stroked and sampled her perfect breasts, capturing each nipple in turn and feasting on her as he drove her closer to the edge.

“Please, I need you inside me. Your fingers aren’t enough.” Daisy tugged on his hair.

His cock urged him to obey. He could sink inside Daisy in seconds. She was so ready.

Instead, he added another finger and his mouth, his tongue sliding over her folds, tasting her, making her gasps louder and more frenetic.

Rexx tilted her higher, sliding one of her legs over his shoulder to get better access to her molten, perfect center.

He pressed down, sliding across her clit, going deeper with his fingers.

With a cry, she arched against him, her thighs trapping his hand in place as her insides quivered and clamped around his fingers as her orgasm broke.