Mending Of Souls

Her gaze was riveted to his gorgeous face. His features were harsh and filled with lust, his eyes were so dark and dilated and Daisy knew she was staring into the face of a man who had passed the limits of his control.

She felt several swarms of joy that he had made all that effort because of her, because he'd wanted so much to pleasure her and prepare her for what would be a hard ride. Her hands fisted in the bedspread, anticipation building.

He had made sure she got her pleasure, over and over again. This would be for him.

"Brett," she called gently, touching his face, "Fuck me," she ordered, daring him with her eyes.

"Daisy." He called out her name as he rammed into her.

She gasped in slight pain and huge pleasure. He was big, hard, and so damn deep. The connection was startlingly intense that she felt so completely taken, possessed, owned. Emotionally and otherwise.

With Brett's hands restraining her and his total dominance of her body, her desire and pleasure was ratcheted t