Chapter Eight

Daisy’s POV

I truly didn’t believe that Landon was going to kiss me. Not until I felt his mouth against mine, rough and hot, hard and sensual like silk.

I gasped, closing my eyes as I felt the caress of his embrace like a thousand shards of light. He pulled me more tightly against him, and I felt his power, his strength.

I titled my head back, deepening the kiss as my hands twined in his hair. My eyes squeezed shut as I felt the hot, plundering sweep of his tongue, felt the velocity of the world spinning around me.

Without breaking our kiss, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bed. When he set me down at the edge of the bed, my eyes found his crotch. He was already hard, he wanted me and I didn’t want to deny him my body.

He ripped his lips away from me and lowered them to my nipples, sucking my delicate skin through the shirt. He tugged the shirt and took it off me with one quick movement, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

With a growl and a fierce kiss, he gripped my panties and ripped them off. His kisses were hot and demanding, my clit wet from all the pleasure. His fingers closed around my nipples and he tugged at them. I moaned, bulking my hips and making my clit rub his abs.

“You’re beautiful.” He voiced as his fingers began massaging my thighs, parting them further as he moved lower. He left a trail of kisses on my thighs before pulling me closer. My entire body was on fire, desperate for release.

I felt a wave of pleasure when he kissed my clit. I whimpered as his thumbs spread my lips for him, and he licked his tongue over my wetness. I could feel my wetness pool out of me, my body quaking with desire. He continued to suck my folds, licked them, circled his tongue around my entrance but never touched me where I desperately needed him to touch me.

“Please.” My lips quivered.

He nudged my clit with his tongue and I cried out. “Do you want this?” His voice was coarse.

“Yes.”

Without any word, he slid a finger into me, fucking me with it slowly as his tongue slid around my fold, coating me with his saliva.

His tongue moved up, finally circling my clit. I relaxed with a moan. Landon took my clit into his mouth and suckled, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“Tell me when you come,” he said against my wet flesh.

He fingered me faster and pressed his tongue against my clit.

“I’m com--”

He pulled his finger out, then entered me again with two fingers. I gasped in discomfort but my orgasm ripped through me, pain mingling with pleasure as my body tried to get used to the fullness. Landon kissed my inner thigh, then groaned. “You’re so fucking tight, Daisy. Your muscles are squeezing the life out of my fingers.”

My pulse was slowing and I glanced at him. He was watching me, two fingers buried in me. He slid them out a couple of inches and I winced but he slowly found a rhythm as he slid in and out.

“Relax,” he murmured, and I tried. “I need to widen you or it’s going to hurt.” Landon traced his tongue over my folds and clit again. I hummed in pleasure at his movement, ripples of pleasure overwhelming me.

The discomfort in my core lessened with every stroke from Landon’s tongue and I could feel myself approaching another release. He must have felt it too. He pulled his fingers out and moved up until he was propped up over me. He lined himself up and shifted my legs and hips until he found the angle he wanted, then his tip brushed my entrance. And just like that I froze up again. I wanted to cry in frustration. Why couldn’t my body work with me?

Landon kissed my chin, then my lips. “Daisy.” My eyes finally met his. His expression reflected some kind of inner struggle. I wrapped my arms around him, my palms coming to rest on his flexing back. Resolve claimed his expression.

He shifted his hips and the pressure increased. I tensed even further and he let out a harsh breath. “Relax,” he said as he cupped my cheek and kissed my lips. “I’m not even in yet.” His hand caressed my side down to my thigh. He cupped it and opened me a bit wider. Then he pushed in slowly.

I tightened my hold on him, pressing my lips together. It hurt. God, it hurt like hell. He would never fit. I whimpered when the tearing sensation got too much and tensed even further. Landon halted in his movement, jaw clenched. He brought one of his hands up and cupped my breast, rubbing and twisting my nipple.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured into my ear. “So perfect, Daisy.” His words and his teasing of my breast made me relax slightly and he pushed in a bit further. I tensed again. Landon kissed my mouth. “Almost there.”

He slid his hand down my body, fingers running over my belly until he brushed my folds. He rubbed my clit slowly and I exhaled. Through the pain and discomfort I could feel small bolts of pleasure.

Landon took his time teasing my clit and kissing me. His lips were hot and gentle, and his finger sent tingling sensations through my body. Slowly, my muscles loosened around his cock.

Rocking his hips forward, he pushed all the way in and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through my nose to get through the pain. I felt too full as if I was going to rip apart.

He moved, slowly and just an inch, but it hurt too much. “Please don’t move,” I gasped, then I pressed my lips together in shame. Other girls had gone through this and they enjoyed it. Why couldn’t I? Landon’s body became taut like a bowstring. He touched my cheek as he pulled back, forcing me to look at him.

“Does it hurt that much?” His voice was pure restrain, eyes dark with an emotion I couldn’t place.

“It’s okay. Just move. I won’t be mad at you. You don’t have to hold back for me. Just get it over with.”

“No, I could hurt you.”

“Do you want me?” I whispered.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,“ he admitted.

“Can we go slow?”

“Of course.” Still holding me close, he withdrew a few inches watching my face. The look of concern on his face released a knot in my chest.

I exhaled. It still hurt but not nearly as much as before and behind the pain was the hint of something better. Landon eased back into me and found a slow and gentle rhythm.

I soaked in the feel of Landon strong body pressed against me, the sharp lines of his face. His eyes never left my face. He didn’t seem to mind the slow pace. The tension in his shoulders and neck was the only sign of how difficult this was for him. He changed the angle and a spark of pleasure shot through me. I gasped. Landon halted. “Did that hurt?”

“No, it felt good,” I said with a shaky smile. He smiled and repeated the motion, sending another tingle through me. He lowered his lips to mine. I wasn’t sure how long he kept up the slow rhythm, but I was getting sore and I knew I wouldn’t come. I wasn’t even close, despite the occasional flickers of pleasure. Dull pain still covered too much of it. I didn’t know how to say what I needed to say. He must have seen something on my face because he said. “Are you okay?”

I bit my lip. “How long until you…?”

“Not long, if I go a bit faster.” He scanned my face and I nodded. He propped himself up on his elbows and thrust faster and a bit harder, and I pressed my lips together and buried my face against his shoulder, clutching his back. The pain was back, but I wanted Landon to come. “Daisy?” He rasped.

“Keep going. Please. I want you to come.”

He growled and kept thrusting. His pants came faster. He thrust deeper than before and I bit down on his shoulder to keep from whimpering in pain. Landon tensed with a groan, then he shuddered and I could feel him expand even further in me, filling me up until I was sure I’d come apart.

He stopped moving, his lips against my throat. I could feel him softening in me and I almost breathed a sigh in relief. I held onto him, relishing in the feel of his quick heartbeat and the sound of his harsh breathing.

He pulled out and lay down beside me, pulling me into his arms. He brushed back my hair from my sweaty face. I felt something trickling out of me and shifted uncomfortably.

“I’ll get a washcloth.” He got out of bed to head for the bathroom. I felt cold without him. I stretched my legs but winced. I sat up and my eyes widened. There was blood smeared on my thighs and the bed, mingled with his semen.

Landon knelt on the bed beside me. He must have cleaned himself because there wasn’t any blood on him. He nudged my legs apart and pressed the warm wet washcloth against me. I sucked in a breath and he kissed my knee. “You were a lot tighter than I thought,” he said quietly.

“Why didn’t you mark me?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I couldn’t stop the question in my head neither could I fathom why he would claim me without marking me.

“Because you’re still grieving a rejection.” He admitted and removed the washcloth. “I don’t want to put so much pressure on you.”

I put my head back on the pillow. “Thank you for being gentle.” But my heart ached. He would have marked me if he really felt the urge to. Was the mate bond between us so weak?