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"Really?" Daisy's eyes widened, and her nervousness waned, the rapid beat of her heart settling.
I cradled her face in my hands, dropping soft kisses on her lips. My need for her was the fiercest thing I’d ever known. "We won't do anything you don't want to do." My next words held the reverence of benediction. "What do you want, sweetling? Do you like it when I kiss you?"
“Yes,” Daisy breathed.
I covered her mouth with mine, the next few moments devoted to the slow, sensual exploration of her mouth, pantomiming with my tongue the longing of my cock. Daisy’s hands trembled as she clutched at my shoulders, her faint whimpers audible before being swallowed by my kiss.
My hands trailed up her thighs, resting on the curve of her hips. I explored her silken skin with my fingertips, feeling the waves of heat radiating from her body as she shivered in anticipation. Her knees fell apart in silent invitation. I knelt between her thighs, my throbbing cock pressing against her center.
"Do you like it when I touch you?" I murmured in her ear.
Daisy's head bobbed, her small white teeth buried deep in her lower lip.
My fingertips stroked up her thighs, stopping at the hem of her plain gray nightdress. “Can I see you sweetling?”
The color of her cheeks flamed, but she uttered a soft, breathless... “Yes.”
I lifted the garment over her head in one smooth motion, the creaminess of her skin glowing in the darkened room. I’d seen her naked after the incident with the guard. I’d bathed her bruised and battered body, praying to any god that would listen to heal her. This time, when the thin dress lifted away... it wasn’t because of injury or any other necessity. This time was all for me.
"Beautiful," I murmured, pressing my lips to the hollow of her throat.
Daisy’s fingers buried in my hair as I kissed lower, a deep moan escaping her lips as my mouth found one taut nipple. I laved and suckled until I felt the bud pulse under my tongue before shifting my attention to her other breast. Her back arched as her hands tangled in my hair, pressing my head toward her skin, hungry for more.
“Can I taste you sweetling?”
Her eyes went wide, and she hesitated for only a moment before uttering a whimpered... “Please.”
She shivered when my arms slipped around her waist, laying her back onto the mattress. Settling between her thighs, my lips trailed over her breasts and down her stomach. My name rolled off of Daisy's lips like a mantra as I slowly kissed the soft curve of her hip. The taste of her skin was sweet and salty, like a forbidden fruit, and I couldn't help but be swept away in its taste.
I shifted, slowly drawing her thighs over my shoulders. As my tongue darted out to trace circles around the small bud in her nest of curls, she gasped, fingers twisting into my hair. Her hips rolled towards me, begging for more.
The warmth of Daisy’s body radiated through me as I explored her with my lips and tongue. She undulated beneath me, her silky folds clinging to my tongue like velvet as I licked hungrily at her essence, unable to get enough.
I felt the tension growing in her trembling limbs. Then suddenly, her breath hitched, a moan escaping from deep within her throat as she pushed my head firmly against her, rippling with anticipation. Finally, Daisy gasped again, her body surging with an uncontrollable wave of pleasure. Her muscles clenched around my tongue, sending shivers through me as I drank in her sweet arousal.
The sensation of being engulfed in her warmth overwhelmed me, and I felt her sweet, steamy musk filling my every pore. My lips were slick with her wetness as I pressed in deeper, bringing her to the brink again as she screamed my name, body shuddering before going limp.
My cock throbbed, begging for release, but I ignored it. Crawling up the mattress, I rolled onto my side and drew Daisy against my chest. Her body was soft, warm, and limp from being thoroughly sated. I would carry the memory of this moment to my grave.
“Daicon?” Daisy’s tone was confused, the touch of her fingers traveling toward where my cock strained against my breeches.
I caught her hand, bringing the palm to my lips for a kiss. "Sleep, sweetling."
“But what about...?”
I caught her plump lips in a slow, sensual kiss. She moaned softly, a sound I would gladly hear playing every moment for the rest of my life. I wanted to sheath myself in her softness more than anything, but this night was for her. I wanted her to know how much I desired her. My own needs could wait.
“Sleep.” I curled her against my chest, pressing her head to my shoulder. “We will have much more time together.”
Please, goddess Valana, let that be true.
Chapter 11
Daisy
I twisted the shirt in my hand, dazedly staring at the remaining grayness around the collar, no matter how many times I’d scrubbed it. The chalky type of rock I used for soap lathered well enough, but there was only so much it could do against year old stains.
The water filtered from underground, making it rich with minerals and warm from the fiery core of the moon. A ten-foot waterfall fed three small ponds in this cavern. The larger one we used for bathing, another for dishes and laundry, and the third, smallest pond held our cooking and drinking water. The rock in this area was pale gray and, with the mists from the heated water, gave one the illusion of existing in solid fog. Unless you made the mistake of stepping into the one small unheated pool, then the surroundings reminded one of the arctic tundra.
