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Let her feel every second of it, every inch of it.I can see it in her face – how good it feels, how happy she is that it’s withme, how she didn’t know we could do shit like this together after everything else that’s happened. A few days ago I wanted to take things slowly. Now here I am, already thinking of the day I get to rail her with this thing.

And maybe we can switch. You know. Throw a bone to my bad girl.

Her moans turn more feral, her mask slipping. The bad girl. The untouchable. The wild card. Gone.

“Harder,” she whispers. “Please.”

I obey, hips grinding in deeper, angle shifting until she cries out again, biting her lip like she’s trying not to come already. My hand is on her breast, fingers splayed across her heart, feeling it thunder beneath my skin.

“You’re mine,” I say. “Say you’re mine. Tell me nobody else can have you,Sheen.”

She nods. “Iknow.” Her eyes slam shut as she pries at her shirt. It’s not coming off anytime soon, but I want her bra beneath those buttons. I’ll flick my tongue against her nipple and make her scream my name. “Fuck! I know!”

I pause only to reiterate, “You’re not saying the thing.”

With my fantasy playing out right beneath me, she says, exasperated, “I’m all yours, Daze. This goddamn pussy is definitely yours. Absolutelyinsane.”

I kiss her. Her fingers dig into my back, and I swear she’s trembling from the inside out. I drive into her with more force, giving her exactly what she needs – not only pleasure but an invitation to surrender. And she does, moaning my name in my mouth as I use some of the last of my strength to fuck her to orgasm.

She starts to shake, muscles tensing, thighs trembling, a sound caught in her throat. I slow down. Let all the focus be on what I see.

Her whole body arches and her cry is hoarse, primal, ripped from somewhere buried deep. I feel her clench around me, her hands fisting the sheets, eyes shut tight as she comes undone from my touch.

I don’t stop moving until she collapses into the mattress. I ease out of her and press soft kisses down her throat, her breast, the bit of hair above her belly button.

She’s quiet. She’s been rewired. Finally, she speaks, voice hoarse.

“No one’s ever… I mean, not like that.”

I lie beside her. “Not bad for your wedding night, huh?”

“Oh, babe, if every night is kinda like this I might die an early death. Too much sensation.”

I slip the harness off my hips, kicking the strap-on to the side of the bed. “Well, take a breather, Mrs. DeMonte. Because it’s my turn to die an early death.”

She’s on me like a hurricane blowing gale winds through the room. I barely have time to come up for air for the rest of the night. It’s all a blur. Like these two scant months we’ve known each other.

It’s crazy. We’re fucking crazy. I’m only twenty. She’s a little older than me.

But I’m in love. And girls like me do crazy things when we’re in love.

Chapter 25

Daisy

It’s dusk when we pull up to the DeMonte estate. I can barely see three feet in front of me as we get out of Lorde’s car, because the air smells like rain and a fog might be rolling in. Great. Set the mood even worse, why don’t you, Mother Nature?

The gravel crunches under the wheels of the car, the same one I’ve taken to proms, funerals, and boardroom meet-and-greets. But never for anything like this.

My hand clutches my wife’s. Her thumb moves slowly across my knuckles. She’s pretending to be calm, but I know she’s not. Hey, I might have only known her for ahot minutebefore we eloped, but I know this much about her. She’s only calm when everything is going her way, like seducing me. Or my parents.No, not that way.

This is a bit different. This could end with us being kicked out of my childhood home forever. A thought that has me rethinking everything we’ve done the past two days.

What if I can’t come home again?What if I’m throwing away everything because my brain says I’m in love? Because the sex is too good? Because she’s hot? Because…

"Ready?" Lorde asks.

"Nope," I answer. "But let’s get this over with."

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