40. Daisy
Chapter 40
Daisy
I arched into him because I couldn’t help myself. Now that my nipple was enveloped by the heat of his mouth, I didn’t care about anything else. There was no room to think about my boundless sense of loss when I’d thought he was dead, the possibility of facing that loss if he ever left me again.
He covered my other tit with his hand, kneading it over the top of my costume while he lapped at my nipple, alternately licking and sucking until the embers glowing at the center of my body burst into flames.
He groaned when I tightened my grip on his hair, pulling until I felt the resistance of his scalp. The sensation seemed to let something loose in him and he pulled away from my tit and wedged his body tighter between my thighs. He slammed his mouth onto mine, diving between my lips with his tongue, taking possession like a returning general determined to reclaim his territory.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and molded my body to his. The heat of his skin against my still-damp nipple sent a shock through my body and I moaned into his mouth, matching the fevered strokes of his tongue with my own.
His hands were on my neck, cradling my head as his thumbs stroked my jaw, like he couldn’t bear to have his hands off me even for a second.
Not that I was complaining. I was ravenous for him, our frenzied fucking in the kitchen the night he’d returned too far in the past to assuage the lust that had been building in the ensuing weeks.
Someone banged on the door and he lifted his head from my tit, his green eyes hazy with need. “Go the fuck away!”
I heard mumbled cursing from the other side of the door, but a second later Jace was reaching his hand under my skirt, pulling at my underwear until I heard the rip of elastic and lace.
He held them to his face and inhaled and another spark of desire ignited in my pussy.
“Your smell has haunted my fucking dreams, princess.” He stuffed the underwear in his pocket and knelt between my thighs and I squeaked in surprise when he hooked his hands around my knees and tugged me to the end of the counter. “Now I’m going to bury my face in you.”
I barely had time to register the words before I felt the stroke of his tongue from my ass all the way to my clit.
I moaned, leaning back and propping myself on the counter to give him better access.
He made good on his promise, burying his face in my cunt, covering my clit and slit with his hungry tongue until I was hot and wet, an orgasm already building at my core. He lavished attention on my desperate pussy, then focused on my clit, sucking it into his mouth as he slid his fingers inside me.
I gasped as I moved with him, rocking my hips against his mouth and fingers, reaching for the release my body demanded as he lapped and penetrated, proving all over again that I was still his.
“Oh my god…” The words came out in a long low moan as I ground on his face, working my hips faster, setting the pace I needed in order to come.
He held on to my hips with his free hand, his fingers digging possessively into my flesh, holding me in place as the pleasure became so intense my eyes watered.
“Jace!” I tipped off the cliff of my release, then felt myself float instead of fall.
“Don’t stop!” I gasped as I came. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
My orgasm was hard and violent, my body convulsing against his tongue, covering my clit, around his fingers, driving into me hard and fast. It was the sweetest kind of relief, a letting go of all my grief and loss, all my worry over the future, as the orgasm rolled through me like a tsunami, clearing everything in its path.
I went limp when it was over, barely able to support my weight on my arms.
Jace pulled me against him, his cock hard and pressed against my dripping exposed cunt.
“You don’t think we’re done yet, do you, princess?” He kissed me savagely, brutally, before pulling me off the counter and spinning me around until my ass was pressed against his body.
“The door…” It was weak as protests went. The Strike seemed far away, the possibility of someone finding a key and unlocking the door a distant and not very likely possibility.
It was like being on a rocket to the moon. Jace and me, miles away from the rest of the world and headed for another universe.
“Fuck the door.” I heard him unfasten his jeans, then moaned as he slid the head of his cock between my ass cheeks and through my wet folds. “We’re not leaving until I’ve been inside you.”
He reached around to cup my tits, pinching my exposed nipple between his fingers.
I shivered as the silver bars of his Jacob’s ladder hit my tender flesh. I met his gaze in the mirror, saw the fever in his eyes, a match to my own.
“I’m only good for you, Daisy.”
I didn’t have time to think about what he was saying — that it was something I’d only ever said when visiting his grave. He slid into me hard and fast, sinking all the way inside, slamming into my cervix.
“Jesus fuck,” he groaned, dropping his head to my back. “You feel even better than I remember.”
He lifted his head and dragged out of me, then plunged in again. The slide of his dick piercings against the walls of my cunt was an erotic side dish to the main course of his massive cock, stretching me on all sides, pushing my pussy to the limit as he sank all the way inside me.
He dropped his hands from my tits and slid them down the sides of my body, then grabbed on to my hips for leverage.
“Look at me while I fuck you, princess.”
I met his gaze in the mirror and hardly recognized myself, my hair disheveled, eyes glazed with desire, body rocking as Jace hammered into me again and again.
“Tell me the truth,” he grunted. “Tell me you missed me.”
“No!” I gasped.
He lifted a hand to my nipple and pinched. “Liar. Tell me the truth if you don’t want me to stop.”
“Stop and I’ll kill you.” I barely managed to get the words out around the shiver coursing through my body. A second orgasm was already queued in my body. I wasn’t about to deny myself the pleasure now. “For real this time.”
He laughed before his expression grew serious. He pulled me tight against him, our bodies joined, his cock deep inside me as he met my gaze in the mirror. There was anguish in his voice, and desperation, when he spoke again. “Tell me the truth, Daisy.”
I swallowed around the emotion clogging my throat, my body a storm of conflicting feelings and sensations: pain and sorrow and lust and hunger and pleasure and the inconvenient love that I had for the man who saw me like no one ever had.
“I missed you.” I fought back a sob as I remembered. “I missed you so fucking much.”
Something like relief passed over his eyes and he pulled out and slammed into me again, even harder this time, and he didn’t stop. He drove into me like a man on a mission, like he was out of his mind, his face contorted in pleasure and agony as he pounded into me from behind.
“So good,” he grunted. “So fucking good.”
He reached around my body with one hand and slid his fingers over my clit and I cried out, coming apart all at once, falling to pieces in his hands as I shuddered around his cock.
“Fuck yes,” he said.
He was like a madman, growling as he drove into my body, his thrusts so brutal I felt it in my bones as he spilled into me. I took it happily, watching his face in the mirror, our shallow breathing mingling with the slap of our bodies until he finally slowed, collapsing onto my back.
We stayed that way for a long time. I couldn’t speak for Jace, but I didn’t want it to end, didn’t want to return to the logic of a world that seemed to tell me over and over again that Jace — and all the Beasts — and I didn’t make sense.
That we weren’t meant to be.
And that no matter how much I tried to fight it, we never would be.