46. Sloan

CHAPTER 46

Sloan

T heir lips meeting sets off fireworks inside Sloan's body. She aches to feel her body against Daisy's. Her skin tingles under her touch as Daisy's hand slides up her arm and cups the side of her face. She's been an idiot believing that Daisy wanted anything else but a real relationship. She needs more. Now. She needs her. All of her.

Sloan pulls away briefly, breathlessly whispering, "I need you." Standing, she puts her hand out and Daisy clasps it without hesitation. Sloan leads her back to their room. "Did you plan for us to be roomed together?" she asks, the convenience of it finally dawning on her.

Daisy smirks. "Maybe."

Sloan laughs for what feels like the first time in weeks. "My clever cupcake."

"Being stuck together helped us the first time around. Thought it couldn't hurt to try it again," Daisy replies, smiling proudly at her little con.

Sloan swings her around, pushing Daisy's back against the wall outside the door to their room. "You are too good," she says, leaning into her and laying soft kisses at the base of her neck and along her collarbone.

Daisy's hand fumbles behind her as she taps aimlessly, eager to land the keycard in the right spot. Eventually, a beep sounds, and with one hand grasping the back of Sloan's shirt, she uses the other to push the door handle open, pulling them both inside. Sloan kicks the door closed behind them.

Daisy tosses the key card and uses both hands to bring Sloan's face to hers. The kiss from the lounge has nothing on this one. It's fueled with apology, passion, and promise. Daisy tilts her head and parts her lips, allowing Sloan to deepen the kiss. Sloan's tongue meets hers as desire turns to hunger while her core heats.

Sloan's hands caress Daisy's body over her clothes, feeling every luscious curve. Too many clothes. There are too many clothes. She needs to feel her skin. Her hands find the bottom hem of Daisy's shirt, pulling it up and over her head, revealing her plump breasts held in a sheer dark purple bra. Sloan steps back, marveling at her. "You are fucking gorgeous." She leans forward, capturing Daisy's already peaked nipple in her mouth, running her tongue along the delicious pebble through the mesh fabric, eliciting a soft whimper.

Daisy backs up, leading them to the bed. She puts a hand down to support herself, leans back, and uses her other hand to pull Sloan toward her. Sloan's hands land on either side of Daisy's head, and her mouth is instantly on Daisy again, devouring her like she has longed to do. Like she has ached to do. Her lips taste of the apple jam they sampled at the farm—sweet with a hint of cinnamon.

"Fucking perfect," Sloan groans as she moves down Daisy's body, kissing and nipping her way down her neck, stopping at her perfect breasts, and following the path to her stomach. She stops at the waist of Daisy's pants. "Tell me you want this. That you want us."

"Please, Sloan."

"I need you to tell me. I need to hear you say it."

"Princess…" she says, her voice husky with desire. Sloan's core heats with her nickname from Daisy's delicious mouth. Daisy starts again, "Princess. I need you. I want you. I want us. Now, stop stalling and fuck me until we forget our names."

Sloan unzips Daisy's pants, nipping at the freshly revealed and sensitive flesh before she hooks her thumbs into the waistband. "As you wish, cupcake." Daisy raises her hips, allowing Sloan to pull her pants down. Noticing the matching sheer underwear, Sloan's breath hitches. "You are so beautiful it hurts."

"It hurts?"

"It pains me how beautiful you are. You take my breath away," Sloan explains before positioning herself between Daisy's legs. "So fucking beautiful," she breathes into Daisy's hot pussy. Sloan slides her tongue along Daisy's plump seam. "And already so wet for me."

"Always."

Sloan opens her mouth wide and plants it over Daisy's cunt and groans as she breathes out, sending heated vibrations to her core. Daisy moans above her, raising her hips, seeking more.

Using two fingers, Sloan pulls aside the fabric. She runs a finger along her wet seam, teasing the sensitive flesh.

"Please," Daisy begs. "More. Now."

As much as she wants to draw this out, to pull out each thread of pleasure from Daisy one strand at a time, Sloan knows she needs this too. Sloan's tongue licks hungrily at Daisy's pussy, lapping up her delicious juices. Her free hand parts Daisy's plump lips, settling at the top as they find her sensitive clit and flick gently while her tongue plunges into her wet cunt. Goddess, she is like a succulent fruit, juices flowing down her chin. Sloan can't get enough. Her head spins with desire as she devours her like she will never eat again.

Daisy writhes underneath Sloan as she chases her release. Deciding the underwear needs to go, Sloan moves her hands and grasps the edge of Daisy's underwear, ripping them apart. Daisy lets out a surprised whimper before going back to whispering Sloan's name. Sloan takes one hand and slides two fingers into Daisy's slick pussy. Her other hand moves up to grasp one of Daisy's breasts, and her tongue lands on Daisy's clit. She flattens her tongue, providing the pressure she knows Daisy needs as she rolls a pebbled nipple between her fingers over her bra. She adds a third finger and pumps into Daisy's heat, curling them upward ever so slightly, causing Daisy's head to fall back and her back to arch.

"Yes. Sloan. Right there."

"Come for me, cupcake," Sloan says before placing her mouth over Daisy's clit and sucking fast and hard, matching the intensity of her fingers as they pump inside her.

"Oh, goddess. Yes. Yes. Yes," Daisy chants before screaming Sloan's name.

"That's my girl."

Once Daisy has reentered earth, she pushes herself up and rolls her and Sloan over. "That was amazing. And you're buying me a new pair of underwear."

"I'll buy you all the pairs in the world," Sloan tells her.

"You better. Now. Clothes off. I'm starving and have been looking forward to eating that pussy of yours for days," Daisy says, leaning back.

Sloan quirks an eyebrow at her but does as instructed. Who is she to argue with her when Daisy looks so glorious with a post-orgasm glow, disheveled hair, and perfect tits sitting there begging to be sucked on. Sloan leans forward, taking the peak of one mound into her lips, and sucks through the mesh of her bra. She gazes up through her eyelashes as Daisy's hand clasps the back of Sloan's hair, and her head falls back.

When Sloan pulls away, Daisy looks down at her, eyes ablaze with need. "No more distractions. It's my turn now. Lay back," she says, placing a hand on Sloan's shoulder and gently nudging her backward.

Sloan rests a hand under the pillow and places the other on the back of Daisy's head, fisting her hair as Daisy buries her face into Sloan's soaking wet cunt. The first stroke of her tongue sends shockwaves of heat throughout her body. Her fingers and toes tingle as magic pools, looking for a release from the tension quickly building. Already being so worked up from getting Daisy off, Sloan knows it won't be long before she reaches her climax.

Daisy slides two fingers inside her pussy as she sucks on her sensitive clit, and the added fullness brings her too close to the edge. Coils of tension wrap around her core, pulsing in need. "More. Harder," Sloan whimpers, head tossed back, back arching off the bed. Daisy pumps her fingers harder, relentlessly pounding into Sloan's pussy. She adds a third finger, perfectly stretching Sloan as she fills her to the brink. When she curls her fingers in a come-hither motion, it hits the perfect spot. With the added sensation of Daisy sucking on her clit, it becomes too much. The tension breaks, and Sloan moans out as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her toes curl, the tension eases, and the pulses of her pussy around Daisy's fingers slow. Sloan opens her eyes and sees the faint cloud of silver sparkly magic around them.

"Well, that's a first," she says, breathless and spent. "I've never had my magic explode like that after coming."

"Honestly, I didn't even know that was possible," Daisy says in awe. She climbs her way up the bed, kissing Sloan's sensitive skin along the way. Her lips find Sloan's, and Sloan grabs the back of Daisy's head as she hungrily tastes herself on Daisy's tongue. When Daisy breaks away for air, she says, "But I'm honored to be the one to cause it."

Daisy leans back, lifting one of Sloan's legs to slide one of hers underneath. With their legs intertwined, Daisy places her hands behind her back and begins grinding their slick pussies together. The sudden friction is mind-bending. Sloan bites her lip as she takes in the changed sensation. She raises a leg, planting a foot on the bed, while her hands reach behind her. She holds on to the headboard, giving herself more purchase. Her hips rise, meeting Daisy's thrusts. Feeling her lips glide along Daisy's and the vibrations as their bodies meet. It's all so good, but it's not enough. She needs to feel more of her. She lets go of the headboard, leaning forward, while Daisy pushes toward her. Their arms wrap around each other, Sloan's hands finding their way into Daisy's hair while hers firmly grip Sloan's ass, pulling Sloan in tight.

Their lips and tongues meet hungrily, saying all they need and want while their slick pussies slide against each other with the most delicious friction. Still able to taste Daisy on her tongue, the thought of Daisy being able to taste herself and knowing what she does to her ignites Sloan's core further. She grinds her hips into Daisy with enthusiasm, finding a punishing pace that brings them both closer to the edge. Daisy's hands grip her ass so tightly she'll surely have bruises in the morning.

Sloan fists Daisy's hair and pulls her head back as Daisy cries out in pleasure. "More. Goddess. Please." The movement of their hips speeding up makes their bodies meet in spark-inducing slaps.

Violet and silver tendrils hover in the air as they reach their peaks. As two violet tendrils find their way between their bodies, brushing past Sloan's pebbled nipples, she feels tiny shocks caress her. Holy fucking Hades.

"Yes, Daisy. Fuck me. Yes. Just. Like. That," Sloan screams. As a final spark dances across her nipples, Sloan comes undone, chasing a high she never thought possible. The room becomes a blur as magic dances between them. She thinks she hears Daisy screaming her name in ecstasy as well, but she's still too out of her own body with ecstasy to be sure.

Sloan and Daisy release each other and flop back on the bed, breathing heavily, their energy spent. "That was…amazing," Daisy huffs.

"The sparks from your magic across my tits. Oh. My. Goddess," Sloan replies, her eyes getting heavy.

Daisy untangles herself from Sloan and crawls up. Sloan opens an arm, creating space for her. Daisy lays on her side and nestles in, resting her head on Sloan's shoulder and slinging a leg over to lay between Sloan's. Daisy's available arm lands across Sloan's chest with her hand cupping Sloan's breast and her fingers absentmindedly fondling Sloan's nipple.

Once she's settled in, Sloan's arm curls around Daisy's back, pulling her in tighter. The feel of their bodies pressed together is heavenly. Daisy's plushness fills Sloan's dips and valleys, demonstrating how they are meant to fit together.

"I love you," Daisy says softly.

The affirmation takes Sloan a moment to process. Those three words mean the world to her and coming from Daisy, the person she least expected to ever say them, shows how far they have come. She feels Daisy tense under what probably feels like a lengthy hesitation, but Sloan is trying to find her words. She swallows down the rising emotion, hoping her words come out as clearly as she intends. "I love you too, Daisy Hale. I have loved you for what feels like centuries, even though it's only been a short while. I don't know what I did to deserve you or how we even got here, but I will do everything in my power to ensure I get to keep you."

Daisy looks up toward Sloan, her eyes sparkling. Sloan leans down and kisses her softly, letting all her love for Daisy flow through her and into Daisy, hoping that one day, she will be able to fully express the depth of her love for this witch.

After a short nap and a shower that turns into more, Daisy and Sloan are dressed again and ready for the evening mingle event portion of the night.

"If you see Petra somewhere, please let me know," Daisy says as she slides on heels. When she turns and faces Sloan, Sloan's breath hitches. The dark emerald green dress fits her curves perfectly. She is breathtaking.

She walks over to Daisy and kisses her gently. Pulling away, she sees the hunger in Daisy's eyes. "Keep looking at me like that, and we won't make it down to the ballroom." Daisy quirks an eyebrow at her in a challenge. "Don't test me. You know I'd love nothing more than to stay here and continue to devour you, but we are expected downstairs."

Daisy sighs. "Fine."

"Anyway, what do you need to see Petra for?" Sloan says, moving toward the far side of the bed, where she picks up her dress and steps into it before pulling up the side zipper.

"I want to ask her something I've been wondering about, but I don't want to do it through text. Since she should be here, I figured I could talk to her briefly."

"What do you want to ask her?" Sloan asks.

"Okay. So you know about my family grimoire and all that. I'm curious if she can figure out how it got to me. Given everything with my parents, it wasn't passed on to me like it should have been. I came home one day, and it was on my steps."

Sloan's cheeks heat. She knew it would come out at some point, but she had hoped they would be a little more solid in their relationship rather than freshly back together. "Well…"

"What?" Daisy asks.

"I'm the one who delivered it."

Daisy's eyes widen. She sees flashes of different emotions cross her features—shock, pain, joy. "What? How?" she stammers.

"Let's just say my family has connections. We may not have been friends or liked each other then, but I knew I would want mine if I were in your position. I saw your face at that council meeting. You were crushed—rightly so. So I used some of our connections, found out where it was, and sent it so that you had that piece of your family history," Sloan explains, her eyes avoiding Daisy's, afraid that she may have ruined everything.

Daisy approaches, her hand laying softly on Sloan's cheek. "Thank you," Daisy says. "Thank you. I didn't know how much I needed it, but I am beyond grateful for what you did." Then her lips are on Sloan's, and her world tips on its axis.

When they pull apart, they are breathing heavily again, and it takes all of Sloan's resolve not to lay Daisy down and show her how much she loves her again. And again. And again. "One more thing, since I'm being honest," Sloan says as she fixes their makeup with a finger snap.

"Yes?"

"I left my family's company and have opened my own."

"What?!" Daisy exclaims.

"I called it Bellis."

"Bellis…" Daisy says. Sloan sees the wheels turning in her head as she tries to place the word. Daisy's eyes soften and glisten with tears when she finds the answer. "But Bellis is the Latin name for?—"

"Daisy," Sloan finishes.

"You are too much," Daisy says, wrapping her arms around Sloan in the warmest and most loving hug she has ever received. A hug she never wants to leave.

"You are my inspiration," Sloan replies, kissing the top of her head. "So it only made sense."

When Daisy releases the hug, Sloan entwines their fingers and looks at the woman she can't wait to spend the rest of her days with. "Shall we go?" she asks.

Daisy nods. As they head out the door, Daisy leans in and gives Sloan a gentle kiss on the cheek, then says lowly in her ear, "You are so getting fucking laid tonight. I hope you're ready."

"I can't wait."