DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Daisy

Norman’s apartment was exactly what I expected – vast and sell and smelling like hire, with the city sprawling gold below the windows. He’d barely closed the door before I turned around.

And then there were no more words.

His hands found my face first carefully, like he was checking I was real, and then I was kissing him, and his jacket was hitung the floor, and three years of distance collapsed all at once like it had never existed.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was three years of unfinished arguments and missed calls and dreams I woke up from angry, compressed into something urgent and breathless and completely beyond reason. His hands were in my hair, my fingers curled into his shirt and the city lights bleeding through the glass behind us.

At some point he pulled back just enough to look at me.

“Daisy.”

‘Don’t think,” I whispered. “Not tonight.”

He studied me for a long second, his gaze darkening in a way that made my breath catch. Then he leaned in, slowly, as if giving me time to pull away, but when his lips finally touched mine, the kiss was anything but hesitant. Warm, firm, and deliberate, it stole the air straight from my lungs.

My fingers curled instinctively into the front of his shirt as the kiss deepened. His hand came up to cradle the side of my face, thumb brushing lightly along my cheek while his mouth moved against mine with growing heat. Time seemed to stretch, the world fading into nothing but the warmth of his body and the slow, intoxicating rhythm of our lips.

When he finally pulled back, it was only by a fraction. Our foreheads almost touched, our breaths mingling in the narrow space between us. We were breathing the same air now, soft and uneven, yet somehow heavy with everything neither of us

had said.

Norman’s forehead finally pressed to mine, his breaths jagged, tasting of whisky and sin. His cock was already hard and throbbing against my thigh. Every twitch sent a fresh jolt straight to my clit. My body was screaming for him even as my mind screamed stop.

“Tell me you want it, Daisy,” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous as his lips ran kisses across my neck. Or I’ll stop and leave you aching and empty like the last three years.”

I moaned softly, my hands clinging tightly around him. Damn it! I hated how much I needed him. Hated how my hips rolled instinctively, grinding my soaked cunt along his shaft.

“I want it,” I hissed, my nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. “Fuck me like you hate me tuck until I forget your name is poison.”

At that instant, it started raining as if it were waiting for my words.

His eyes flashed-dark, feral. A low growl ripped from his throat.

He didn’t ask again.

His hands tore at the straps of my blouse, ripping them down my arms in one violent yank Fabric shredded at the seams.

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I snarled back, yanking his shirt over his head so hard a button popped off. His chest as hare so muscles flexing under my nails as I raked them down to his belt. I clawed at the buckle, desperate He showed my hart away and ripped his belt open himself, his pants and boxers shoved down in one brutal megion. They hit the Sone with a thud. His cock sprang free-thick, veined, angry-red at the tip, dripping pre am down the shaft

He fisted himself once and hard, then grabbed my thighs and wrenched them wide. My waked parties were no hooked the crotch and tore them apart like paper, the ripping sound echoing loader than the rain

No more barriers.

He pinned me to the wall, carried me up, and slammed back over me, skin sapping skin. He slowly shid his cork our ani gritted my teeth to the emptiness. His cock was still there, hot and slick between my folds, not entering yet just geting teasing, coating himself in my wetness. The bare heat of him against my bare thigh made me whimper every trag of the head over my clit sent electric shocks up my spine.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he growled against my ear. “Dripping for your ex-husband. For the rean you swore you’d never let touch you again.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” I snapped, legs locking around his waist, heels digging into his ass. “Or are you all talk now?”

That did it.

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