“How did that work for you?”
“In a miserably awful way, and stop smiling like that unless you’re up for me to f*ck you like an animal.”
My grin widens. “You can. If it’s you, I’m up for anything.”
A grunt spills out of him. “You’re killing me, Peaches.”
“Not more than you were killing me all this time.” I get on my tiptoes, grab a handful of his shirt, and whisper my deepest secret. “You’re the first one who made me enjoy sex again after what happened.”
He physically flinches at that as if I slapped him. “Really?”
“Really. I admit, at the beginning, it felt too much sometimes, which is why I got panic attacks.”
Daniel searches my eyes, the lines of his face scrunched in pain. “Did I hurt you? Even unintentionally?”
I shake my head. “You always took care of me and put me first. Didn’t you notice that I’ve become more comfortable touching you with time? I’m sure it’ll get even better if we keep doing this.”
When I get back on the soles of my feet, Daniel is groaning, and soon after, I join when his lips claim mine again.
He lifts me up in his strong arms, pulling the world from beneath my feet. I moan and smile and laugh against his mouth as he carries me up the stairs as if I weigh nothing.
I don’t know where he’s taking me and I don’t care.
I can kiss Daniel for a lifetime and not be bored. He tastes of alcohol, a hint of the lollipop’s peach flavor, and desperation.
He tastes just like my favorite things.
My back meets something soft, a mattress. We’re in his bedroom, I know because the caretaker of the house told me so during the tour I insisted on taking while I was waiting for Daniel to return.
London scared me. London was filled with fake façades, broken dreams, and irreversible traumas.
But not when he’s in it.
Now, it thrills me. It makes me want to return to the time where the highlight of my day was bickering with him.
I wish I could tell him, you’re a loser meant you’re the only person who rattles me.
Piss off meant come closer.
I hate you meant I like you, I miss you, I love you.
Still kissing me, he throws my shawl away and sneaks his hand behind my back to rip my dress open.
Then it’s on the floor, my dress, and soon my bra and underwear follow. I’m entirely naked in front of his ferocious eyes, but that doesn’t even spring a hint of a panic attack.
There’s a different attack happening in my chest. Heart. Life. Everywhere.
And the way he looks at me? It’s nothing short of both lust and passion. I feel stupid for even thinking he’d be repulsed by me, that he didn’t want to touch me.
Daniel basically rips his shirt open, revealing his muscled abs and smooth chest.
This beautiful man is mine.
All mine.
And he seals that thought when his lips find my nipple. He sucks the tight bud between his teeth until I’m writhing and arching off the bed for more.
“Oh, Dan…”
He slowly lifts his head, nuzzling his chin against the soft flesh of my breast. “Say that again. My name.”
“Dan…”
“Say you want me, Peaches.”
“I want you. I always wanted you.”
“f*ck.” He slides his fingers down my stomach and to the warm place between my legs. “You’re soaked, baby.”
I press my lips together, unable to utter a word. And I don’t need to. He brings me to org*sm within minutes, his fingers expertly working my core and cl*t. It’s like he knows the right places that drive me mad.
While I’m still coming down from it, Daniel removes his trousers and boxer briefs. He flings my legs over his shoulders and drives into me slow, but so deep, hitting my pleasurable spot.
The org*sm elongates as he f*cks me tenderly, taking his time to fill me whole before he moves.
My gasps and moans fill the air as the rhythm drives me insane. It’s so similar to the way he f*cked me that night eleven years ago.
After the first hard and ruthless ones, he took his time f*cking me slowly, savoring me, and I was stupid to think he was making love to me.
Seems I’m stupid right now, too, because I can’t erase that image out of my head.
That word.
That sensation.
My heart soars and my body detonates to life after so many years of being dormant.
My stomach churns and every limb falls into the same pace as his, my hips rotating to meet the power of his.
And just when I think I’ll come, Daniel flips us.
I gasp as he ends up on his back with me on top. The position gets him so deep inside me, I can feel him in my belly.
My palms are on his chest, on his pain and vengeance tattoo, as I stare at him questionably.
“Ride me, Nicole.”
“W-what?”
“Use my co*ck to get off. I want to see your tit* bouncing and your hair flying with how much you f*ck me.”
Holy sh*t.
My heart can’t take this. And neither can my body, but I do it. I lift myself up, then fall down on his co*ck.
It’s so hard and thick that it hurts a little, but I welcome that burn, and I repeat it over and over again.
Once I find my rhythm, I release his chest and grip his thighs for balance. At first, Daniel watches me with that fire, with that lust, and want, that mirrors mine.
