Chapter Seventeen
Daphne
I could hardly breathe through the storm of sensation as I clung to Flynn. The rush of him filling me was intense. It had been a while, and I was tight. When I gasped, he murmured right beside my ear, “Just wait. I’ll take care of you.”
I was restless and impatient, need nipping sharply at my heels. He held still and then pulled my hips closer to the edge of the counter, eliciting a raw moan when I felt the luscious stretch of him as he sank deeper into me.
With the shift of position, my legs loosened, and the angle created subtle friction exactly where I needed it. Flynn held me easily, one hand tangling in my hair as our heads bowed together. His other hand was wrapped around my hips, his palm holding me with ease.
I was awash in pleasure. I simply gave in,
