32. Chapter 32
thirty-two
Diesel
We were tangled up in each other—skin to skin, mouths locked, her soft curves pressed to every hard inch of me.
This was fucking heaven.
My hands roamed her body, greedy to touch every inch. My mouth drank her in—her taste, her sighs. She smelled like vanilla and sex and sin, and I never wanted to let her go.
If I died right now, I’d never know peace like this again. But I’d go out a happy man.
Ten years ago, I’d have been ready to roll her under me and fuck her into the mattress. But I wasn’t twenty-nine anymore. I needed a minute to recharge. And besides, this wasn’t about rushing. I wanted her to set the pace.
Because the second she gave me the green light?
Game over.
I’d take her apart piece by piece, make her come until my name was the only word she remembered, and my touch the only thing she craved.
Hell, she was already that for me.
For once, I didn’t feel like some unworthy bastard. She treated me like I was enough—more than enough—and that shit was addictive.
She pulled back, lips swollen, eyes shining, cheeks flushed. Gorgeous didn’t even scratch the surface.
“Sadie, you’re a fucking goddess.”
She sucked in a breath, teasing. “I didn’t think I was that good at giving head.”
“Sunshine,” I rasped, “you’re the best I’ve ever had.”
I meant it. She’d made me come faster than I thought possible.
Sure, maybe part of it was that last night I’d been half hard the whole damn time I was lying next to her, and all through my ride home.
Hell, I’d even jerked off in my shower thinking about her.
But that had only taken the edge off, just enough to get me back here.
Back to her.
Sadie
My fingertips traced the heat of his skin.
He was hot, smooth, and alive beneath the light dusting of soft hair.
Each touch sent a shiver crawling up my spine, the kind of shiver that’s part hunger, part relief.
I savored the way his warmth seeped into me, grounding me in this moment.
In the lazy glow after release, every jitter of nerves dissolved, replaced by a steady pulse of safety.
I felt safe. Wanted. Seen for exactly who I was and stripped bare in every way that mattered.
He looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. In that gaze, I could finally breathe.
And isn’t that what every little girl dreams of?
Sure, when I was small, I imagined him clean-shaven, tall, dark, and handsome, with those flat shiny things and tassels on his shoulders.
But grown-up me? Forget that fragile fantasy.
I needed a man with grit. A man like Diesel who could lift me as if I weighed nothing, strength simmering beneath calm control, muscles flexing with effortless power.
God, just thinking about it made heat pool low and fierce inside me, a craving I wasn’t ready to tame.
That craving must’ve shown on my face, because Diesel’s eyes went darker. Harder.
One second, I was tracing my fingertips over his chest, and the next, my wrists were pinned above my head, my back pressed into the mattress. His body caged mine in, heat radiating off him like he could burn me alive if he wanted to.
Oh.
Oh God.
“Sadie,” he said, low and sharp, like a command and a warning all at once. “You’ve been driving me crazy."
My pulse was a drumline in my ears. I could barely think past the weight of him over me, the sheer size of him, the way his gaze locked me in place more than his grip ever could.
He tilted my chin up with his free hand, forcing my eyes to his. “You want more?”
I swallowed, breathless. “Y-yes.”
“Are you ready to give me all of you? No holding back. Because I am waiting on you to say yes.”
Every nerve in my body lit up. I was already wrecked, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. How was I supposed to survive when he did? "Yes, please."
He released one wrist only to slide his hand down my body, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch. My hips arched into his touch before I could stop myself.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and my sanity just… left. Packed its bags and fled.
If he kept talking like that, I was going to combust right here, right now.
I could feel him, his cock, rubbing against me as he moved, each pass sending fire through my veins. My whole body was tight, strung up like a wire ready to snap. I wanted this. Needed this.
“Daniel, I’m ready,” I said firmly, though my voice betrayed me with a small tremor.
His gaze locked on mine, dark and steady. “I will take it slow. If you say stop, we stop. You tell me if something doesn’t feel right or good. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, ok?”
“Yes. I promise.”
The moment I said it, something shifted in his eyes. That careful control he’d been holding onto snapped into something else, something sharper.
“Good,” he murmured, and then he kissed me like he was claiming me. Deep, hungry, his hand tightening around my wrists where he still held them above my head.
I moaned into his mouth, arching against him when his hips rolled, his length pressing exactly where I ached the most. God, he was big. Even just rubbing against me, he felt like too much. And I wanted all of it.
“You’re mine now, sunshine,” he growled against my lips, and I swear my soul left my body for a second.
My mind scrambled for words, but all I could think was yes, yes, please, more.
He shifted, the weight of his body settling between my thighs, and I could feel the thick, hot press of him right at my entrance. My breath hitched.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered, low and rough.
God help me, I obeyed instantly. My eyes locked on his like they were my lifeline.
The first slow push stole the air from my lungs. He was so much, stretching me inch by inch until I wasn’t sure where I ended and he began. My nails dug into the sheets, my back arching.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a deep rumble that wrapped around me. “Take me, sunshine.”
My brain short-circuited. All I could register was him. His size, his heat, the way my body clung to him like I’d been made for this. For him.
When his hips pressed flush to mine, I gasped. Full. Too full. Perfect.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and my insides clenched like the words alone could make me come. He stilled for a moment, letting me adjust. I gave him a nod. I wanted, no, needed him to move.
He drew back slowly, almost out, before sliding back in with steady force that had my toes curling. My legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, and his smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Every thrust, every controlled roll of his hips had me unraveling further. My thoughts dissolved into fragments—yes… more… his… please…—until there was no room for anything but him.
“Daniel—” I tried to say more, but it broke into a cry when he hit that spot deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“That’s it,” he said again, voice thick. “I’m not stopping until you scream my name.”
And in that moment, I knew I’d never survive him.
He started moving faster. Every thrust was precise, calculated to tear me apart in the best way possible. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe without feeling him in every inch of me.
“Look at you,” he growled, his hand sliding up to grip my chin, tilting my head so I couldn’t look anywhere but at him. “Already falling apart, and I’m not even giving you everything yet.”
My lips parted, but all that came out was a helpless sound that was half moan, half plea.
“Words, sunshine.”
“I—can’t—”
“You can.” His thumb brushed over my lower lip. “Tell me how it feels.”
My cheeks burned. “Like I… can’t take it—”
“You can take it. You are taking it.” His hips snapped forward with a little more force, and I cried out, my nails raking down his back. “And you’re gonna take every inch until I say you’ve had enough.”
Something in me broke then. Every ounce of control I thought I had just… gone. My legs locked tighter around him, my body clenching, desperate.
“Daniel—” His name came out strangled, but he didn’t let me look away.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl. “Come for me. Now.”
The command hit like lightning. My entire body went tight, my breath catching before pleasure ripped through me so hard I swore I forgot my own name for a second. I came around him in sharp, shuddering waves, my vision blurring, my pulse thundering in my ears.
He didn’t stop.
Even as I was still shaking, he kept driving into me with deliberate, unrelenting strokes, like he was determined to wring every last drop out of me. “Again,” he said, and my whole body trembled at the word. “Give me another.”
I couldn’t even say no and didn’t want to. My mind was gone, my body his, and all I could do was hold on and let him destroy me in the most perfect way.
My body was still twitching from the aftershocks, my thighs shaking, breath broken, but he didn’t slow down. If anything, his thrusts grew harder, deeper, and each one stole what little air I could find.
I gasped, clutching at him like I might drown if I let go. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he murmured against my ear, his voice dark and dangerous. “You can and you will, sunshine. I’m not done with you yet.”
His hand slid between us, fingers finding my clit, circling it with ruthless precision. The sensation slammed into me like a freight train, and I whimpered, the sound embarrassing and desperate.
“You feel that?” he said, his pace unrelenting. “That’s me inside you, exactly where I belong. And you’re going to come on me again until I can feel you milking every last drop out of me.”
My brain was static. My world narrowed to the drag of him inside me and the relentless pressure of his fingers. I was pinned, held in place by his weight, his body dictating every movement, every breath.
“Oh my God—” I gasped, teetering on the edge of something so intense it scared me.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his lips brushing my jaw. “Fall apart for me, Sadie. Let go. I’ve got you.”
And then I shattered.
It wasn’t just an orgasm. It was obliteration. My vision went white, my whole body locking before breaking into uncontrollable tremors. A cry tore from my throat, raw and unrestrained, my nails clawing at his back because there was nothing else I could hold on to.
He kept moving through it, every thrust dragging more pleasure from me until I thought I might actually lose consciousness. I was wrecked, my body boneless, my voice gone, but he didn’t let up until I’d given him every last ounce I had to give.
When he finally stilled, his chest was heaving, sweat dripping down his temple. He cupped my face, his gaze searing. “That’s what happens when you’re mine, sunshine.”
And God help me, I was his. And I don’t think I ever wanted anything more.