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I’m panting, proud of myself for making him feel as good as he made me feel, as I fall back onto the soft rug. He grins, leaning toward me. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet, baby.”
Chapter Six
Daniel
This girl is going to be the death of me.
I’ve never wanted anyone like this. Not in all my twenty-eight years on this earth. Not with this kind of heat…this kind of need that claws up from my chest and settles in my bones. It’s like every part of me has been tuned to her frequency. The way she looks at me with those glacier-blue eyes, all trusting and unsure and so damn eager. It makes something primal rise up inside me.
I want to ruin her in the best way.
But I also want to worship her. Make her feel things she didn’t know were possible. Build her a whole new life brick by brick, just so she never knows what it’s like to be unwanted again.
“Come here, baby girl,” I say softly, reaching out a hand.
She comes to me without hesitation, crawling into my lap like she was made to fit there. I wrap my arms around her, pressing her body tightly against mine as I lower my head to hers. I kiss her fiercely, tasting myself on her lips. Lust, hot as molten steel, shoots through my veins.
I pull back and press a kiss to the crown of her head. “Want to keep going, baby?”
I hope to God she says yes.
“Yes,” she says with an eager nod, making me smile.
“Let’s get you outta this,” I drawl, skimming my fingers over the neckline of her shirt.
She shivers slightly, her cheeks going beet red all over again. She doesn’t say anything, but eagerly raises her arms when I pull the shirt over her head. One by one, I peel off her remaining items of clothing until she’s completely naked.
I stare at her, running my eyes slowly over her perfectly sculpted body, lingering on her full breasts.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper, pushing the words past the tightness in my chest.
I lean in and kiss her again. Slow. Hot. Deep. I slide my tongue between her lips and she moans into my mouth, pressing her naked body to mine like she’s craving every inch of contact. I back her onto the blankets, following her down until I’m over her, bracing myself with one arm.
I trace my fingertips down the valley between her breasts to the soft curve of her belly, down to the spot between her legs. I find it wet and eager for me.
“You wet for me again, baby? Ready for me to make you feel good?”
She nods, breath hitching.
“Ready for what? I want to hear it.”
“I’m ready for you to make me come. Ready for your cock.” Her cheeks flush a brilliant red as she says the filthy words, her expression a breathtaking combination of innocence and desire.
She is perfect.
“Goddamn right you are.”
I kiss my way down her chest, pausing to suck one tight nipple into my mouth until she gasps, then doing the same to the other. Her body arches beneath me, hips rolling like she’s trying to chase pleasure without even thinking about it.
I slide down, kissing her belly, her hips, her thighs, every single inch. I take my time. Because she deserves to be pampered.
Her thighs part for me without hesitation, like her body already knows it belongs to me. Her scent hits me, sweet, addictive, and so fucking pure I nearly groan. I hook my arms under her legs, spreading her open for my gaze, for my mouth, for my worship.
And then I pause.
Because fuck, she’s beautiful. Glowing in the firelight, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling like she can barely keep up with what’s happening. Her eyes meet mine, wide and filled with need. Trust.
She’s giving herself to me. Completely. All over again.
