Page 62 of Escape From Me

An arm snaked around my naked waist and I let it all go. I let him hold me. Sank into the warmth of a man who would protect me and yet let me be whatever version of me I needed to be.

“Good morning, little dove. What were you having a nightmare over?”

I slid down and lay back into the bed, letting him drape himself over me like a human weighted blanket.

“Nightmare? I guess that’s sort of what it was. I woke up thinking I was back home and that I would have to walk down the aisle to a man who, well, you know what kind of man. And people. So many eyes judging me.”

He held me tighter.

“Well, he can’t come back. And I don't like people either so that isn’t happening. To be honest, big weddings for Spectors? Risky on a good day and a death sentence on a bad day. Not to say we don’t pay for whatever anyone would want. But the three of us? Not a risk we are willing to take with our women.”

His hand splayed over my belly, and I don’t know why, but just the touch alone sent tendrils of need blooming between my legs. I squirmed against his touch, almost begging for more.

“Daisy, what is going through that head of yours? I might be blind to a lot of things, but not the way you move against me. Say what you want.”

I stretched out my arms above my head, letting my sore muscles uncoil, letting him see every inch of my body as the sheet slipped lower.

“I want you to touch me, Zeiden.”

He did as I asked. His hand slid down my belly slowly, leaving a trail of heat to rise and twirl within me.

“And then what?” he asked, his fingers playing along my slit with the most delicate teasing graze.

My breath shuddered and my nipples pebbled.

“I want you inside me.”

His lips were already kissing a trail down my neck. His tongue licked at my skin, waking every nerve along its path.

“And then what, my little dove? Once my cock is inside you, what would you have me do to this body?”

He slid two fingers inside my already slick pussy. He’s fucked me three times last night, making good on his promise, but the last time? It had been anything but fucking really. It had been possessive and soft and damn. My heart skittered at the reality of it all.

I’d take anything he gave me, but that wasn’t what he’d asked. He wanted to know what I really wanted, and right now?

“I want you to fuck me so hard that every step after reminds me I’m yours.”

His fingers stretched my entrance, pushing against my already sore muscle. He slid a third finger in as my body fully awakened.

“I’ll do that and more. I love filling you up with my seed. I love knowing that it’s me who fills this space and me that drips down your thighs. I love knowing I am the only one to have ever touched you.”

His finger stilled for a moment, and I tried to wiggle my hips to force him to keep going, but he held me still.

His fingers slid from my pussy just to run over my sensitive clit and again he paused. He moved over me, bracing himself on his forearms as he shifted his body, pushing my legs wide with his knees to fit between them.

“Daisy.”

I looked up at him, meeting a storm in his eyes that wasn’t the same as the strange, crazy void of the basement or even the turbulent look when I begged him to take my virginity. No, this was something different, and my throat tightened. The words sat on my tongue. I couldn’t have told someone what love was a week ago, or even days ago. It wasn’t just a feeling. It was an all-consuming desire and need. It was a weird knowledge that he would be the person you’d turn to for anything. Someone I could speak freely to about anything. Love was Zeiden.

I almost couldn’t breathe against the strangle of emotions, but when I looked at him and only him?

My hands rested on his arms as they held him just above me.

“Zeiden? I think I’m in love with you.”

I smirked as his cocked jerked against my belly.

“Think?”

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