Page 114 of The Rogue and His Flower

“Then we can build on that, can’t we?” I ask, reaching up to cup her face, my thumb lightly brushing against her bottom lip.

“Into what exactly? What are you asking?” she asks, blinking up at me, her lips parting as her pupils widen, eating up the light blue of her eyes and pitching her gaze into pools of glistening darkness.

“Honestly, Daisy, I don’t fucking know. What I do know is that I like spending time with you. You make things brighter. You make mehappy, and fuck knows no one has ever made me feel that way. You infuriate me. You challenge me. You turn me on.”

“Because the contract says that marital affairs aren’t allowed, and I’m the only one available to you now?” she counters softly.

“Jesus, no! I’m hard for you, Daisy, not because I’m desperate to fuck just anyone, but because I wantyou,” I admit. “I think of nothing else but being inside of you again. That's all I think about. I can’t get enough.”

Which is a lie, because I haven’t just thought about fucking her, I’ve thought about how I don’teverwant to fuck anyone else, but I don’t tell her that. I’m not sure I’m ready to lay my shit bare.

“What are we exactly? Friends who fuck?” she whispers.

“Aren’t most married couples that?” I counter with a wry grin.

“Most married couples are hopelessly in love, Dalton.”

“And I love how it feels to be buried so deep inside of you that I don’t ever want to be anywhere else. I love how your skin pinkens with desire when I touch, kiss and lick you. I love how you whimper my name when we fuck like I’m the only man on this Earth made for you. I love how you’re always so wet for me,how your body grips my cock,” I reply in a ragged breath, my filthy words making her gasp.

I can’t help it, I slide my thumb between her parted lips, wishing it was my cock she was tentatively pressing the tip of her tongue against, wishing she was tasting the pre-cum that’s jewelling on my dick right now. Our gazes clash and I step closer to her, my free hand running up the bare skin of her arm as she shudders.

“You’re messing with my head,wife,” I say, enjoying the way that sounds, how she belongs to me now. We’re bound together in a way we weren’t before; the vows we promised to each other and our wedding bands binding us more tightly than the dried ink on the contract tucked into my father’s desk. “I want you so fucking badly, it’s all I can do to breathe.”

She lets out a whimper, her eyes drifting shut as she sucks my thumb into her mouth, and this time it’s me who’s trembling, who’s barely hanging on by a thread.

“Fuck, Daisy, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. All I’ve thought about is making you smile, making your cheeks and chest flush that pretty pink colour when you come. I want nothing more than to take you in my arms and hold you.Iwant to be the man to make you feel safe,” I admit, meaning every word, knowing that’s a truth I can’t hide from. I feel protective of Daisy, and if the truth be known, I always have.

“I want to feel your lips around my cock. I want you to taste how turned on I am right now. I want you to moan as you suck me off. I want to taste you too. Fuck, how I want to taste you, Daisy. Are you wet for me now? Do you want me as much as I desperately, inexplicably, want you?”

My thumb slips from her mouth, as I grasp the back of her head, my fingers curling into her pretty strawberry-blonde hair. Tugging gently, I urge her head backwards so that I can drop my lips to her forehead.

“I’m afraid that you’re going to break my heart,” she admits, her words nothing more than a whisper.

“I don’t want to,” I reply, pressing another kiss against the tip of her nose, the back of my hand coasting upwards over her stomach, up to her delicious pert breast. “I’ll do everything in my power not to.”

“I want to believe that,” she gasps, not pushing me away, but leaning into my touch.

“Believe me when I say that I’ve never wanted to be a better man for anyone else. You do things to me, Daisy, things that fucking terrify me. But I’m willing to walk into the unknown with you.”

“Dalton…”

She shudders as I gently cup her, feeling the heaviness of her breast in my hand. I can’t help it, I can’t seem to stop as I tease her nipples, pinching them delicately between my finger and thumb. They’re hard, fucking desperate to be licked.

“But you can’t love me, Dalton. You said so yourself.”

“I’ve said a lot of things, things I wish I could take back, and I’ve done a lot of things I wish I hadn’t…”

Those words hang as heavy as the humidity that beads on our skin, and my hand glides upwards, cupping the base of her throat gently, my thumb rubbing against the thready pulse in her neck.

“This is…” her voice trails off as I brush my lips against hers.

“...Our honeymoon,” I murmur against her mouth. “You’re my wife, Daisy, and I want to be a good husband to you, starting with making you come right here and now on this jetty in the middle of paradise.”

Her gaze flicks between my eyes and my lips, and back again, her whole body shaking in earnest now. There’s so much vulnerability in her gaze, so much lust, I feel it billowing between us. It churns me up, makes me want to do so many, dirty, dirtythings to her. I know there are things we need to talk about, mostly what happened that night she had a nightmare, but right now I need to taste her, I need to gather my strength with her pleasure so that I can find the courage to be honest and open.

“I want you to make me come, Dalton,” she whispers. “Please, make me come.”

“Yes,” I hiss, monumental, overwhelming desire burning in my veins as I smash my lips against hers.

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