75. Hayden

CHAPTER 75

HAYDEN

She loves me. Darcy sees past all the ideas people have put into my head about who I am, and she loves me. She hasn't said it, but I know she feels it.

She holds my heart in the palm of her delicate hand.

In the bedroom, I press soft kisses to her neck, letting her sweet scent wash over me. She's trying to undo the buttons on my shirt, but I suck the sensitive skin beneath her ear, and her fingers fumble.

"Can't think when you do that," she murmurs, so I do it again, and she moans.

Our lips meet and I tease her tongue with mine, savoring her, coaxing her, claiming her. Darcy's mine; I tell her that with every stroke of my tongue against hers, with every brush of my fingers over her skin, with every breath we share. She nips my bottom lip, pushing me further, and my pulse thickens.

My fingers come to the side zip, and I slide it down. "I love you in this dress, but it's time for it to come off."

She laughs quietly, concentrating on undoing my shirt buttons. "I love you in this suit, but it's time for it to come off, too." A playful grin tugs at her pretty mouth, and I catch it with mine.

The dress falls to the floor around her ankles, leaving her in a strapless corset with tiny flowers on it and a wisp of a thong.

My mouth waters. "It'll never get old, seeing you wear something I bought for you that makes you feel beautiful."

She gives me a private smile. My shirt flutters to the floor, and her hands go to my belt, undoing it. Every brush of her hands against my cock has me harder, straining against my zipper, until she finally pushes my pants and boxers down, sinking to her knees.

My eyes go wide. "Wait— oh god ."

She takes my cock in her mouth, looking up at me with a devilish grin, and I don't have a thought in my thick head except yes and Darcy and more . I think I'm moaning those words out loud as she sucks me, running her tongue along the sensitive underside. Around the base of my spine, pressure builds. She hums, eyes closing like she loves this, and arousal races through me.

"Wait, baby." I pull back out of her mouth. "If you keep doing that, this is going to be over too soon." I haul her to her feet, against my chest. "Your mouth feels too good. I can't last."

She chuckles, but I unhook her corset, toss it aside, and drop to my knees, wrapping my lips around the peak of one gorgeous breast.

I grin up at her, laving attention all over her pretty tits as I kneel at her feet. "Your tits are the perfect height for this."

"Must be meant to be," she breathes, but her words catch when my finger finds the other, toying and teasing her. I suck and circle her nipple with my tongue, drawing soft gasps from her. I take her hand and put it on my head, and I groan with comfort and pleasure when she drags her fingers over my scalp.

I tease her to the edge of madness, running my lips along the top seam of her panties, pressing and brushing against her soft skin, nipping and kissing until her hips tilt toward me and I slide my fingers beneath the lace.

Between her legs, she's wet silk. My fingers swirl, and her eyelids fall halfway, gaze locked on me.

"So fucking soft." I can feel the wicked grin on my mouth. Pride beats through me at the sight of her pleasured expression. I'm doing that. I'm making her feel so good. "So fucking wet for me."

She nods, breathing hard.

I slide her panties off, baring her to me. My fingers sink into her and we both groan. I drag my fingers out, taking in the awestruck expression on her face as she watches, then lowering my gaze to that spot between her legs and sinking my fingers back into her tight, wet perfection.

"God, you're so pretty here," I tell her before I drag my tongue up her seam. The taste of her wetness has pre-cum beading on my cock and my balls aching with the need to fuck her. But this is too good, too fucking sweet. "And you taste so fucking good." An involuntary noise of enjoyment rumbles out of me as I swipe my tongue over her, back and forth.

She drops her head back in bliss, but I reach up and gently grip the back of her head, tilting her up. Her eyelids fly open. Her eyes are glazed with need, and her face is flushed in the most beautiful way.

My perfect Darcy. "Keep your eyes open, honey."

She nods, breathless, and more adrenaline drips into my blood. The high of Darcy being mine is like nothing else.

I pull a deep, sucking kiss on her clit, rubbing the sensitive ridged spot inside her in the way that drives her over the edge, and she tugs my hair so hard my eyes water.

"Hayden," she gasps.

On my shoulder, her thigh tenses. Her heel digs into my back. She clamps down on my fingers, grinding her pussy against me for more friction. Addictive, needy noises slip out of her, the kind she makes when she's about to slip over the edge.

I love when she loses her mind like this, and I love being the one to make it happen.

"I'm going to come." Her voice is thin and desperate, and I'm a man possessed. "You're going to make me come."

Sweeter words don't exist. Darcy's muscles clamp around my fingers, pulsing as she gasps and says my name over and over, and I suck the sweet bud of nerves, laving my tongue over it and soaking up every drop of her life-affirming taste. My heart races so hard as she holds on to me, shaking. I draw out her orgasm as long as I can, as long as she'll take it. Long enough to flood every inch of her body with pleasure and wipe every thought from her head except me .

When she relaxes, I rise, pulling her against my chest, and she tips her face to me, gazing at my mouth, asking for a kiss. I press my lips to hers instantly. I'd give her anything she wanted or needed.

She sucks my tongue, and my brain melts. Between us, my cock aches with lust. Need pounds through me, heavy and powerful.

"Fuck." I scoop her up and deposit her on the bed. Blood roars in my ears as I climb over her, kissing down her neck. "I need to be inside you, Darce. I can't wait."