Page 88 of The Rogue and His Flower

Making a decision, I nod my head. “Okay, Daisy. We’ll try it your way,” I agree, my resolve crumbling.

With that, I begin to unbutton my shirt, revealing my bare chest covered in a multitude of tattoos as I pull my shirt free, dropping it to the floor. Daisy gasps, her eyes dropping to myheaving chest as my fingers fall to the zipper of my trousers, coasting over the dark trail of hair that leads to my groin.

“Are you certain?” I ask, giving her one last chance to change her mind.

“Yes,” she whispers, her trembling fingers drifting to her throat as she watches me kick off my loafers, and slide my trousers and boxers down my legs until I’m standing naked before her.

Daisy’s gaze roams my face before trailing down my body with a searing intensity that has my fucking pulse racing a hundred miles an hour, before finally coming to rest on my throbbing cock. She swallows hard, her throat working as she gulps down her nerves, and lifts her gaze to meet mine.

Gripping myself, I stroke my fist upwards, my eyes locked with Daisy’s. Her breath hitches as I moan, fucking lost to this raw, churning feeling inside my chest. Desire and lust battles with longing, creating a storm of sensations that threaten to consume me as her fingers trail down her chest, over her stomach finally coming to rest between her parted thighs. I can barely hear her soft, breathy moans over the sound of my own ragged breathing.

“Fuck, Daisy, what are we doing?” I groan, my balls tightening as my hand moves faster, mirroring the increased pace of her fingers stroking her clit.

“Don’t stop, Dalton, please,” she begs, and it’s as if my own hand is giving her pleasure right now.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” I reply, my voice strained as I struggle to maintain control, the sound of her moans mixing with the blood pounding in my ears.

“I need to come,” she moans, and with reckless abandon, I begin to stroke myself harder and faster, my body singing with a wild, untamed energy as my pleasure gathers at the base ofmy spine, sending bolts of electricity to my aching balls and throbbing cock.

“Then come, Daisy. Come for me, like I’m going to come for you,” I say, my voice hoarse and ragged, my cock leaking pre-cum.

Daisy's eyes flutter shut, and her fingers quicken their pace, her hips jerking as she begins to lose herself to the sensation. A low, guttural moan escapes her lips, and she arches her back, pressing her palm harder against her clit as a wave of pleasure washes over her. I watch, transfixed as her stomach muscles contract, and she lets out a high-pitched cry, her body shaking as her orgasm crashes over her.

Seeing her come undone sends an electric current through my body, detonating my own orgasm. I let out a primal roar, my hand pumping fast as I push myself over the edge. With nothing to hold onto, I double over as I come, my body convulsing as hot spurts of cum explode from my dick, and into the palm of my hand. Jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever come as hard. Gasping for air, I slowly straighten up, the room fucking spinning as I stumble a little.

“Fuck!” I groan, my hands sticky with cum.

“Are you okay?” Daisy whispers, pushing upright, water sloshing over the edge of the bath as she moves. Her cheeks, neck and chest are flushed pink as beads of water trail over her too hot skin.

“I’m good,” I mutter, heat creeping into my cheeks as I stride towards the basin, and wash my hands. Fuck knows I need the distraction.

Once I’m cleaned up, I grip the basin, taking a deep, steadying breath, trying to regain my composure, but try as I might I can’t seem to catch my breath. I feel raw, exposed somehow, and the feeling is uncomfortable to say the least. Behind me I hear Daisy rise from the water, and out of thecorner of my eye, she reaches for a bath towel, wrapping it around her body.

“Dalton?” she questions softly. “Are you okay?”

Forcing myself to look at her, I lift my gaze to meet hers in the mirror. “I’m good, Daisy,” I lie, not understanding what the fuck is wrong. Why, at this very moment, I want to run from the fucking room.

“You don’t seem okay,” she replies, stepping towards me, her fingertips tenderly brushing my back, setting off a cascade of electricity down my spine.

“That was…” I can’t seem to find the words to describe how I feel, because I don’t understand those feelings myself.

“Intense?” she offers.

“Yeah,” I agree, turning around to face her as I lean against the vanity unit. I’m still naked, and instead of feeling relief, I just feel out of sorts, exposed in a way I’ve never felt before.

“Dalton, talk to me,” she whispers, stepping closer, her hand coasting up my arm, leaving a trail of flames in her wake. “Have I ruined what we’ve taken so long to build?”

“No, Daisy,” I reply.

“What then?”

“I… just…fuck,” I mutter.

“Dalton?”

“It’s not enough,” I blurt out.

“What?”

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