Page 22 of His Untamed Craving
"Yes, Wyatt! Oh, God, yes... Don't stop!" she pleads, panting and writhing against me, her body growing slick with sweat as I continue to unravel her with my thrusts and touches.
I lean down, pressing a open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder as I increase my pace, desperate for her to feel only me, to be consumed by the pleasure I can give her. "I'm not going to stop, baby. I'm going to fuck you until the whole world knows you're mine."
Daisy meets each punishing thrust with wild abandon, her breathy moans and desperate pleas filling the confined space of the camper van, echoing off the metal walls. I grip her hips possessively, pulling her onto my cock, filling her completely and sending her spiraling toward oblivion.
"Oh fuck, Wyatt," Daisy gasps. "I’m coming."
Her impassioned pleas spur me on, driving me to claim her harder, faster, our flesh slapping together in a symphony of raw desire. I can feel her walls tightening around me, and I know she's close; with one final, powerful thrust, I send her careening over the edge.
Daisy's orgasm tears through her with a broken sob, her inner muscles clenching and milking my cock as I continue to piston inside her. The sensation is too much, and I groan low in my throat, feeling my own climax surge like a freight train, my balls drawing up tight and heavy, begging for release.
A guttural groan erupts from deep within my chest, and I slam into Daisy one final time, burying myself to the hilt. The force of my orgasm rocks me, my entire body shuddering as I empty myself inside her.
We collapse against the small counter in a sweaty, sated heap, chests heaving and limbs tangled as we bask in the afterglow. Daisy turns her head, those dark eyes sparkling with pure, incandescent bliss as she finds my stare.
"You know," she murmurs with a breathless giggle, "when you said this was a glorified tin can before, I thought maybe I needed to rethink a few things."
I chuckle against the damp skin of her nape, trailing kisses along the graceful lines of her shoulders. "Oh yeah? And now?"
She hums deep in her throat, arching into my touch. "Now, I'd say it's just right."
We share a rich laugh at that, my chest swelling with a warmth and contentment I haven't felt in... hell, maybe ever. I pull her more snugly against me, reveling in the feeling of our bodies still joined in the most primal of ways.
"So," I murmur, nuzzling into the wild tumble of her hair, "what's next?"
Daisy twists in my embrace until we're facing each other in the cramped space. She lifts a hand to trace the sharp line of my jaw, her expression one of such open tenderness it damn near steals my breath.
"Now, we hit the road and chase every crazy, death-defying thrill we can get our hands on." That full mouth curves in a wicked grin, those whiskey-warm eyes sparking. "All while raising hell for a good cause in the process."
The thought of joining forces with her in that way, combining my boundless appetite for adrenaline with her fierce drive to make a difference, sets my blood thrumming with anticipation and a bone-deep sense of purpose.
I brush a stray raven curl from her flushed cheek, my voice low and rough with reverence. "You know... I spent so long thinking this life I'd built for myself—chasing that endless rush, always alone—was enough." I shake my head slowly, holding her rapt stare. "But you've shown me there's so much more out there."
Her eyes shine with unshed tears, that gorgeous mouth curving in a radiant smile. "We can be brave together, Wyatt. You and me, taking on the whole damn world with everything we've got."
I grin, already picturing the adventures stretched out before us—all those untamed horizons and unknown thrills lying in wait. And through it all, Daisy by my side, that wild spirit and unquenchable fire pushing me to new heights.
"I can't wait to see what kind of beautiful chaos we create, Delgado."
Daisy laughs again, low and throaty, as she pulls me down to the rumpled sheets behind us in a tangle of sated, sweaty limbs. We lay there for long, suspended moments, trading lazy kisses and hushed murmurs about the shape our journey might take.
She confesses she always felt most at home in the cozy confines of her trusty van, yet in my arms, she's found her true place of belonging. I tease that maybe one day, when we're ready to really go wild, we'll need to upgrade to something a little roomier—leaving an open invitation for future family adventures and all the beautiful mayhem that could bring.
But for now, in this moment, everything is perfect just as it is. Two wandering souls who have finally found their other half, their missing piece.
And as the first traces of twilight creep through the van's windows, bathing us in rich shades of violet and amber, I can't help but think—what a hell of a ride this will be.
Epilogue
Daisy
The crisp mountain air kisses my cheeks as Wyatt and I stroll hand-in-hand down Main Street, our boots crunching over the freshly fallen snow. A contented smile tugs at my lips—a feeling that's become so deliciously familiar these past few months on the road with my wild man.
"Did you see the way Marcus's eyes lit up when you showed him that rock climbing rig?" I squeeze Wyatt's hand, giving him a playful nudge. "Pretty sure you just inspired a future Wyatt-level badass."
Wyatt chuckles, that deep, rumbling sound that sends a shiver skating down my spine. "The kid's got fire, that's for sure. Reminds me of someone else I know." He shoots me a wicked sidelong glance.
I pretend to gasp in mock offense. "I have no idea who you could possibly be referring to."
