Page 108 of The Rogue and His Flower

My isolation is destroyed by her affection.

At this moment, I’m not just helping to heal her pain, she’s helping to heal mine too. Just by existing, by being herself, she is shaping me into someone new, someone I could be proud of.

Sex has never been like this for me. Never.

I canfeeleverything, her heart beating wildly as she plasters herself to my chest, her breath catching in her throat as we kiss, the little gasps of pleasure that escape her lips and cascade over my skin in a soothing balm.

I’m lost, utterly fucking lost in her.

She takes and I give.

But this isn’t one way, I fall into her as much as she falls into me.

Her wounds are mine, and we stitch them back together with every kiss, with every gentle thrust of my hips, and every downward stroke of her pussy.

Time seems to slow down as our joining fuses us together, soothing sharpened edges, grinding pain into dust. We’ve become one, and as I continue to hold her, to wrap my arms around her back and press kisses against her chest. I can’t help but marvel at the strength she possesses. She’s carried this burden of her past for so long. A smothering heaviness that has broken her heart but has also built resilience, a determination to not let it rule her life.

I’m in awe of her.

So completely and utterly in awe.

Our gazes meet once more as I arch my neck to look up at her, and in that moment I see the unfiltered truth of Daisy, of the woman I’m about to marry, and in turn I see the man I can become with her by my side.

“Look at you,” I whisper.

She smiles down at me. It’s just a gentle curve of her lips, a caress of joy that warms every single part of me. This moment, as I’m nestled between her legs, my cock buried deep inside of her, feels so fuckingright.

“I’m going to come,” she murmurs, her breath quickening, her core gripping my cock so tightly that I’m drugged by the feel of her.

Pleasure ricochets up and down my spine, expanding outwards to every taut muscle, seeping into my bones, gathering in the tightness of my balls, loosening the breath from my lungs, smashing through the barriers around my heart.

“I feel it,” I say, and I don’t just mean the way she grips me so tightly, or how my body responds to hers.

I feel…more.

I feel the first fluttering of something bigger than me and my selfish needs, something worth exploring, something indescribable, something special.

As her hips buck against me, and her inner muscles clench and release, milking my cock, I feel my own orgasm taking hold, gathering and swirling deep inside. The sensation is exhilarating, intoxicating as she jerks against me, her mouth dropping open, whimpers releasing from parted, kiss-bruised lips. I reach between us, pressing the pad of my thumb against her thickened nub, adding more pleasure, wanting her to come undone. Needing to be the man who makes her fall apart, so I can put her back together again.

“Yes,” she hisses, as I rub her clit and thrust up into her, matching her stroke for stroke.

“Fuck, Daisy,” I groan, my own orgasm looming near as the world around us fades and collapses, until there’s only us. Two bodies drowning in pleasure, two people connected by lust and desire, by friendship and affection, by pain andhope.

I’m almost there now, on the very edge, teetering on the precipice of my release. “Now, Daisy,” I pant. “Come… Now… With me.”

I thrust one last time as our gazes clash, and our hips collide. She jerks, clamping down on my dick with a cry, and I explode, my orgasm barrelling out of me like a bullet from a gun, obliterating every thought that enters my head and replacing it with a white-hot, lightning strike of bliss. Our bodies stiffen, slick with sweat, both of us are caught up in the moment as she falls into me, gasping, sucking in deep breaths as we hold onto each other, caught in our little bubble of peace and pleasure.

Which bursts the moment she pulls back.

“Dalton, I…” she begins, her lip trembling, her eyes wide and gleaming with tears that trickle down her cheeks.

Fuck.

My throat constricts, fear shuddering through my body. Have I done the wrong thing? Have I taken advantage of her vulnerability? Did I make this worse, not better? Oh, fuck, what have I done?

“What is it?” I ask, as she lifts off of me, her gaze flicking away as I run a shaky hand through my hair.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine,” she whispers, giving me a quivering smile as she shakes her head.

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