Midnight Daffodil (Poisonous Petals #1)

Chapter 43Olivia

forty-three

OLIVIA

I tossed and turned most of the night. Sunlight spilled across the atmosphere, informing me Luke would soon be home.

Once he’d left, I spent the evening scavenging the kitchen, eating whatever I could get my grubby hands on. I took a bubble bath, then crawled into Luke’s enormous bed.

Sleep evaded me at every corner.

The diminutive amount of rest that did caress my tired body played a litany of images from the previous evening through my mind like a broken record.

The sound of the security alarm being disarmed yanked me back to reality, along with Rev’s pounding paws on the stairs. He greeted me with a freezing, cold, wet nose as I ran my hand over his velvet head. Luke’s heavy steps followed, and out of my peripherals, I saw him planted in place with his arms crossed.

“You greet the dog but barely even look at me.” His voice pierced through the quiet.

I rolled my eyes and got out of bed, dragging one of the throw blankets with me. “I’ll go to the other room.”

Luke slammed the bedroom door shut as Rev ran out. “No, you’ll stay right here.” His arm firmly anchored above me. “Glare all you want.” He smirked down at me.

My eyes dropped down to his lips, then back up again. He didn't miss the motion. His lips came down on mine, and just like the tide at sunrise, I was swept away in the current.

My arms wrapped around his neck as the throw blanket fell at my feet like my heart fell for Luke. I missed him and all of the stolen moments lost from our fight. Fear strangled my gut the entire night, worried he’d realize he made a mistake with me. And thank God, I was wrong.

His tongue ravaged mine. He pressed kisses down my throat, running his hands up both my sides as he lifted the oversized t-shirt up and over my head. My bare chest scraped against his uniform, sending waves of rough pleasure straight to my pulsating clit, not caring about the cold of the body cam pressed to my hardened nipple.

“Luke, God, please don’t stop,” I breathed as he got on his knees, kissing down my stomach and over top of my panties.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, angel.” He looked up, grinning as he licked me through the cotton. Slowly dragging them down my thighs, he sucked my needy bundle of nerves into his mouth.

His hands slid around the back of my legs, lifting them onto his shoulders, allowing the perfect angle for him to feast. My fingers slid through the softness of his hair to the rhythm that his tongue spread my pussy open. The flutter of my orgasm came on subtly, deliciously, taking over me in a crescendo as I dripped down his chin. Luke’s tongue caught every drop.

I twitched around him, the pleasure bone deep. Labored breaths escaped from my open lips as I slid down his body. I barely graced the ground before he had me flat on my back on the bed. Clothing flew hastily as he stripped, taking my tongue, tasting subtly like the orgasm he gave me. Intense emotion coursed through me as my legs locked around him.

His mouth closed around a spot on my throat, marking me. My hips moved against him naturally, desperate for friction. Begging for another release.

“Bend over with your ass up. I wanna watch you take every inch of my dick,” he snarled against my throat. He flipped me without waiting for my response. I felt his hot tip leaking precome at my entrance.

He slammed into me, and the gushing sound of our bodies filled the room with my cries. He pounded into me harder than ever before. My hands reached for anything, finding nothing but the silk sheets and pillows.

Luke pinned my wrists spread in front of me, his body towered over mine. Wetness dripped down my inner thighs while another orgasm threatened its presence. He let my wrists go as his rhythm slowed. His hands left a flaming trail down my back as he caressed my skin, reaching my ass that gave him the perfect view of my pussy gripping him.

“I love watching your sweet little cunt devour me,” his voice hoarse as he stroked himself in and out of me. “Every single time I pull out, I see you trying to suck me back in.” His grip tightened. “God, you feel like fucking heaven.”

“Please, Luke. I want you to fuck me harder.” I tilted my hips, trying to swallow him deeper. His decadent chuckle created a flash flood within me. The sound rolled over my body deliciously.

“You wanna come around this cock, angel?”

My head bobbed, drool pooling at the corner of my mouth.

“Beg me.”

“Please, Luke, make me come; I need you to make me come,” I breathlessly whined. I felt the loss of his body just before he rammed back into me.

Mercilessly, my pussy was taken until I cried beneath him. He fucked me until my breaths were pathetic howls of pleasure. Fingers pinched at my clit until fireworks danced across my vision. I came in a blurry rush of hot, wet liquid down my inner thighs.

“Fuck, I love how soaked you get,” he groaned as he squeezed my ass cheeks. He thrust in quick, forceful pumps as he filled me.

My pussy swelled with his throb as he filled me with the last spurt of his cum before collapsing on my stomach, with him following me down. He settled behind me, cocooning me in his warmth. His powerful heartbeat pounded against my back as he cuddled me, pressing tender kisses to the nape of my neck.

“I love you so much, my sweet angel. Please”—his voice shook—“tell me how to fix this.”

My heart felt close to exploding. My lower lip trembled as I braced myself to say the words that haunted me so beautifully.

“I’m not mad anymore. I was having a bad day yesterday, and I took it out on you.” My voice just above a whisper. My fingers traced the tattoos covering his left arm. “I love you, Luke.”

He squeezed me tighter to him; the silence draped over us peacefully.

“I love you more than anything, Olivia.”