Page 116 of Daisy
I wrap my legs around his waist, wanting more, desperate for him to lose that carefulness. "Don't stop," I gasp. "Please. I want it. I want all of you."
He ramps up the rhythm, each thrust smoother and deeper. I can feel myself producing more slick. My body welcoming him, easing his way.
"Is this okay?" he asks after a particularly deep thrust.
The pressure of his knot against my entrance makes my toes curl. He's holding back, not letting himself lose control yet as his cock hits something deep inside me that makes me see stars.
"More than okay. Don't stop. I need more." I'm shocked at the need in my own voice, how bold I sound. "Please… I need you deeper."
The words surprise me as they come out. But I mean them. I want all of him. Want to feel him lose control. Want to see him undone.
He groans, the sound feral. He bends my knees up, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting a spot inside me that makes my vision go white at the edges. The new position makes his thrusts deeper, and I can feel my body hunger for more.
"Feel so good," he groans. "So incredible. Can't get enough of you."
"I want to be yours," I gasp. "Yours and all of theirs."
My hands grip his shoulders as the pleasure builds. His scent surrounds me with a rich and earthy aroma, a blend of the warm, woody scent of sandalwood and the sweet, fruity fragrance of wild fig and something purely him. It's getting stronger. Richer. Mixing with mine until I can't tell where I end and he begins.
A deep growl rumbles from his chest, primal and possessive. His breathing becomes ragged against my neck as he fights for control.
I can feel it building within me too. The way his rhythm is getting less controlled. More desperate. The way his cock is getting thicker inside me. Swelling with his approaching climax.
Something primal awakens in both of us. My nails dig into his shoulders as I pull him closer, and he captures my mouth in a kiss that's all heat and need. When he breaks away to trail kisses down my throat, I arch my neck instinctively, baring my throat to him.
"Faster," I whisper. "Please. I need you deeper."
He pounds into me, hard enough that I feel the headboard rattle against the wall. The sound of our bodies coming together fills the room. Wet with slick and obscene and I never want it to stop. I'm so close. Balanced on the edge of something that feels like it might shatter me.
His breathing goes ragged, his whole body shaking with the effort to hold back.
"I'm…" I can't finish the sentence. Can't do anything but hold on as the sensation builds. The pressure inside me builds into a coil, tight and sparking. "I'm going to…"
"Let go," he breathes. "Come for me, sweetheart."
I do. I let go completely. The orgasm hits me like a storm. It starts in my core and radiates out, white-hot, until I'm shakingand crying out his name. I don't know if I'm clutching at him or pushing him away; all I can feel is the wave cresting, breaking, pulling me under. I scream his name, not caring who hears, because nothing has ever felt like this.
The feeling of me coming around his cock is too much for him. He goes wild, thrusting harder, rhythm breaking apart as his knot swells even more. I can feel his knot starting to swell at the base of his length. Holy shit. His knot. It's actually happening.
He's about to knot me.
"Daisy," he gasps. There's panic in his voice. "I can't... my knot... I'm going to..."
"Do it," I tell him desperately. Pull him closer. "Knot me. I want it. Please." The words come from somewhere deep, a part of me I never knew was there until this moment.
His knot swells rapidly. He slams in, knot popping inside with a stretch that burns and then turns to pleasure so intense I see spots. The fullness is so complete it borders on too much. But then I’m coming again. This orgasm is different. Deeper, more intense. Like my body is finally doing what it was designed for. His hips jerking as I can feel him filling me. Marking me from the inside as his knot keeps everything locked inside.
And then he bites me.
The moment his teeth break through my skin, everything shifts. The initial pain quickly gives way to pleasure as I feel our bond snap into place. Then I realize it's not just me I can feel. I feel his pleasure within me. Suddenly I feel all his emotions flooding through the connection. His shock at what he's done. His horror that he's marked me, bonded me without permission. His devastating guilt.
But also his love. His complete, overwhelming love for me.
"Oh," I breathe. Touch the mark on my neck. "I can feel you. Inside me. In my heart."
But the guilt and horror flooding through our new connection make my chest tight. His emotions are so strong. So devastated. Tears spring to my eyes.
"Daisy." His voice is broken. "Sorry. So sorry. Didn't mean to... Lost control and..."
