Page 134 of Daisy

He kisses his way down my body, each touch worship. When he settles between my thighs, he looks up at me one more time.

"Tell me," he says. "If it's too much."

"I promise."

Then his mouth is on me, and I cry out in pleasure.

He's incredibly gentle, reading every reaction. When I gasp, he continues. When I tense, he backs off. It's like he's learning my body's language, figuring out exactly what I need.

"Cassian!" I cry out, hands fisting in his dark hair. "Oh god, yes!"

Through the bonds, I feel Dante and Gunner's vicarious pleasure. They love watching me lose control. The both love seeing Cassian's gentle side come out for me.

He slides two fingers into my slick heat while his mouth works my clit, and I shatter. Come so hard I see stars, slick gushing around his fingers.

But he doesn't stop. Keeps working me through it, his fingers pumping in and out of my soaked core while his tongue lashes my oversensitive clit until I'm sobbing with the intensity.

"Too much," I gasp, trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensation.

"Never," he says gently, pulling back to look at me. His mouth and chin are shiny with my slick, his amber eyes soft with affection. "But I'll stop."

The tenderness in his voice makes me melt. This is the teddy bear August described. All that gentleness hidden behind the scary exterior.

"No," I breathe. "I need more. I need your cock inside me."

The words are bold, desperate, but I don't care. My heat has stripped away any embarrassment about what I want.

"You're sure?" he asks, amber eyes searching mine. "I'm bigger than Dante. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me," I tell him, echoing what August said. "I trust you."

The words break something in him. But instead of moving over me, he lies back against the pillows, pulling me with him.

"Then you control this," he says softly. "Take what you need from me. Go as slow as you want."

The gesture makes my heart flutter. Even now, he's letting me be in charge so I can control the pace and depth.

I straddle his hips, feeling how hard and thick he is beneath me. He's right… he is bigger than Dante. Much thicker. But from this position, I can take my time, ease down slowly onto his massive cock.

"That's it," he breathes as I position myself over him. "Take your time."

I glance toward August, and he gives me that soft nod of approval that steadies my racing heart. I sink down slowly, inch by inch, and we both groan. The stretch is intense, almost painful, but in the best way. My core is so slick from heat that he slides in easily despite his size.

"Fuck," he gasps, hands gripping my hips but not pushing or pulling. Just holding. "So tight."

When I'm fully seated on his cock, his knot pressing against me, I pause to adjust. The position feels amazing. I'm completely in control, and I can see every expression on his face. Thewonder, the devotion, the restraint as I stretch around his thick length.

"Move," he pleads softly. "Please."

I start moving slowly, lifting up and sinking back down. Each movement sends waves of pleasure through both of us, slick making everything smooth and perfect. The wet sounds of us moving together fill the room. When I find a rhythm I like, he starts thrusting up to meet me, his thick length hitting spots inside me that make me cry out.

"That's it," he murmurs, watching me ride his cock. "Take what you need."

Around us, I can hear the others responding. Muttered curses. The sound of clothing rustling. Through the bonds, I feel Dante and Gunner's being turned on as they watch, their desire mixing with mine until I can barely think straight.

But Cassian never looks away from me. Never acknowledges them. It's like we're the only two people in the world, his amber eyes locked on mine with complete focus.

"Beautiful like this," he murmurs, and his voice sounds amazed. "Perfect."