He nods and frowns at me. “How did you know?” he asks.
“Because,” I tiptoe toward him. “The florist said that a guy came in this morning to buy flowers for his girlfriend and could not decide on one, so he just took some of each.” I chuckle in his ear. He wraps his arms around my waist as he grins and pecks my nose. I smile softly and press my lips against his.
Daniel throws the flowers on his bed, and breaks the kiss. His nose brushes against my neck, sending tingles down my spine as he whispers in my ear,“I can't hold back anymore,Firecracker.” He kisses my neck, his teeth lightly nibbling and sucking on my sensitive flesh. I gasp softly, arching my back.
He pulls back and looks into my eyes, his eyes intense, desire swirling in them. “I swear to God,” he growls as he pulls me closer, if that’s even possible. “If someone interrupts now, I am going to war.” He huffs.
His grip on me tightens, and his hands begin to roam even more eagerly over my body. He picks me up and throws me on the bed. “Daniel!” I exclaim. I have never seen him so out of focus, so desperate, and it makes me happy that it is because of me. He climbs the bed, spreading my legs as he comes near me. He brushes his lips against my cheek before trailing down to my neck.
“You drive me wild, Anya,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. I respond with a soft sigh, wrapping my arms around his neck.
I feel him pulling on my shirt, his fingers grazing againstmy skin. The sensation is electric, making me feel vulnerable yet undeniably wanted. He cups my left breast and bites my right one through the fabric. I shudder beneath his touch. He hooks his finger at the hem of my top, raises his head, and looks into my eyes. “May I?” he asks, his voice husky.
I nod slowly as my head buzzes with anticipation. His hands slide up my shirt and the touch of his cool fingers sends shivers across my skin. He deftly removes my top and unhooks my bra, tossing them haphazardly on the floor. His eyes rove over my bare skin, his gaze hungry. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.
My breath hitches when he leans in, his lips grazing my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes as his mouth trails soft kisses along my shoulder. I lift my hand and gently run my fingers through his hair, the strands soft under my touch. He leans into my palm, his eyes never leaving mine as he presses a kiss into it. “I want you.Allof you,” Daniel whispers. His thumb strokes my cheek as he looks at me with the utmost sincerity. “I am asking you to push me away, Anya,” he mutters. “If you don’t want this, please,” he begs, but there’s no way in hell I wouldn’t want this, wouldn’t want him.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “But what if I do want this?” I respond, my voice barely a whisper. “If I need this too?” I add, my eyes meeting his. His gaze remains steady on me, unwavering as he studies my face. I reach up and gently cup his face, my thumb stroking his cheek. His eyes close, like he’s savoring the feeling of my touch. “I want you, Daniel,” I confess.
“I am addicted to you, Anya,” Daniel whispers, the words sending shivers down my spine. I tilt my head slightly, a soft gasp escaping my lips as his breath ghosts over the sensitive skin of my neck. “Your scent, the way your skin feels against mine.” He trails his fingertips along my jawline, his touchburning with a delicate fervor that leaves me breathless. “Your laughter,” he murmurs, his lips hovering near mine. He presses them onto mine, capturing my lower lip between his teeth, nibbling and sucking it. A tremor courses through me a soft moan escaping my lips. He’s kissing me like a starved man. I run my hands down his chest and abdomen, feeling the ridges of his abs. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the need pouring off him in waves. “Everything. I am addicted to everything about you, Firecracker.” His forehead touches mine as he whispers against my lips.
I tug at his shirt’s hem. “Take it off, captain,” I plead.
A playful challenge dances in Daniel’s eyes as he responds. “Say please,” he whispers, his lips just a tantalizing breath away.
I lean in, my lips grazing his ear as I whisper seductively, “Please, captain.” His hands find the hem of his shirt, slowly lifting it upwards. I sit up, my eyes locked on his movements as he slowly reveals his bare torso, inch-by-inch.
His skin glistens and every contour of his toned abs and muscular arms is defined in the dim light. A deep V-line disappears beneath the waistband of his jeans, and I can’t help but stare at him. He chuckles.
“Like what you see, Firecracker?”
I nod. “Yes. Very much,” I murmur as I sit up and press my breasts against his hard abs, my nipples hardening in response. He inhales sharply before letting out a low groan. His hands grip my waist as he pushes me down on the bed. His breath is hot and ragged as he presses his forehead against mine, his lips brushing against my ear.
His hands travel up my sides, his thumbs brushing lightly against the sides of my breasts, sending sparks of electricity through my body. His hands move lower, trailing down my back, leaving a fiery path in their wake. “I do not like this barrier, Anya,” he says, unbuttoning my jeans. He kisses my navel softly as he swiftly takesit off.
His fingers hook around the waistband of my panties, tugging them down slowly, teasingly, as his gaze locks with mine. There’s an intensity in his eyes, like he’s savoring every moment, every inch of me. His hands slide up my thighs, the roughness of his palms against my smooth skin causing my breath to catch in my throat. I can feel the raw need in his touch, the same need that’s coursing through my veins. He kisses the inside of my thigh and my body tenses, anticipation building inside me like a coiled spring ready to snap.
He hovers over me, his lips brushing against mine in the lightest of touches, making my heart race even faster. “Are you sure?” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. His forehead rests against mine and I can feel the restraint in his body, the tension in his muscles as he waits for my answer.
I nod, too breathless to speak, my body already aching for him. His lips crash against mine in a fiery kiss, and I lose myself in the sensation of him—the way his hands grip my hips, the way his body presses against mine, hot and hard. I run my hands through his hair, tugging lightly as he groans into my mouth, his kiss becoming more urgent, more desperate.
Daniel pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he says, his voice rough with desire. His fingers slide inside me, slow and deep, and I can’t suppress the moan that escapes my lips. My breath hitches, my eyes fluttering shut as his fingers begin to move in slow, deliberate circles, teasing and testing. His touch is deliberate, every movement measured as if he’s learning exactly how I respond to him.
“Daniel…” I breathe his name, my voice shaky and I can feel him smirk against my neck, his lips grazing my skin.
“Does that feel good, Firecracker?” he whispers, sending shivers through me.
I can only nod, my body responding to every movement of his fingers, the pressure building inside me, tightening with each stroke. He curls his fingers slightly, hitting a spot that makes my hips buck involuntarily. My moan is louder this time, my hands instinctively clutching his shoulders for support.
His pace quickens, the intensity growing, and I feel like I’m unraveling beneath him. My entire body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending alive, sensitive to his touch. His free hand grips my thigh, holding me steady as my body trembles.
“Look at me,” he murmurs, and I force my eyes open, meeting his gaze. His eyes are dark, filled with heat and something else, something deeper. The connection between us in this moment is electric, raw, and real.
The pressure inside me builds to an unbearable peak, my breath coming out in short gasps. I feel the tension coil tighter, until finally, it snaps, sending me spiraling over the edge. I cry out, my body shaking as waves of pleasure crash through me, my hands gripping him desperately as I ride out the sensations.
Daniel doesn’t stop, his fingers still moving inside me, coaxing every last bit of pleasure from my body until I’m left breathless, my skin flushed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
He pulls his fingers out slowly, gently. Never breaking eye contact, he licks his fingers. The sight sends a shiver through me and my breath hitches.
