Текст книги "Frozen"

Автор книги: L.A. Casey

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Once I saw Darcy at the pool in his trunks I knew I had to leave. I couldn't make Darcy leave because he just graduated school too so he had as much right to be there as me. I wanted to leave because Darcy would probably try to drown me, but if I was honest with myself, the main reason I wanted to leave was because it was the first time I saw Darcy in a new light, and it freaked me out. Darcy usually turned my stomach when I caught sight of him, but I'd never forget the moment looking at Darcy made me feel something other than ill. He made me feel... hot. I put this down to being shocked at seeing Darcy's body in his swimming trunks. We both would be turning eighteen in the summer of that year and it was around that time Darcy stopped being skinny, he started to fill out and I noticed.

Every girl noticed.

I tried to discreetly leave the pool, but it was never that easy with Darcy. The dickhead followed me into the girls changing rooms and whilst I was showering, he stole my clothes and swimsuit. He tossed them into the pool, and laughed his head off when I went out to the pool wrapped in a towel with a furious look about me.

"You and Sean flanked me the entire walk home and threatened death upon anyone who looked at me twice," I mused.

Darcy leaned his head back and laughed. "That was a bad day. The prank seemed like a good idea at the time, then I saw your endless legs in that tiny towel. God. I wanted to kill everyone who looked at you, even your brother which is saying something because he socked me one when he found out what I did."

I smiled to myself as I asked, "Why did you want to hit people for looking at me?"

Darcy looked at me and rolled his eyes. "You know why."

I really didn't.

"Nope, you'll have to enlighten me."

He groaned, "You enjoy torturing me, don't you?"

I sadistically smirked.

"Devil woman," Darcy growled.

My insides jumped at the delicious sound.

"Fine," he muttered. "I fancied you. There, I said it."

Darcy fancied me?

Me?

What the ever-loving hell?

This was huge news to me. Darcy fancied me! I thought the strange attraction that developed over the past few days was one sided between us. I thought I was crazy for thinking he was good looking, and feeling the way I was, but it turned out he was just as mad as me and I was bloody delighted about it.

"Past tense? You don't fancy me anymore?" I asked, and then flinched when redness stained my cheeks.

Oh, hello boldness.

Darcy look at me, and he looked as shocked as I felt.

The poor lad.

"I do," he said then cleared his throat. "Do you... do you fancy me? Or like me in that way?"

If he asked me that question last week I would have said no, even though I always thought he was attractive.

I never put a lot of thought into it because we always fought, but now if the butterflies and rush of heat when I saw him were anything to go by, then I would go with a definite yes.

"Yeah... I do fancy you," I admitted.

I couldn't believe I said it.

I couldn't believe it was the truth.

"Are you serious, Neala?" Darcy asked, his tone rough. "Because if you're playing with me it's not funny."

He seemed irritated.

I put my hand on his arm. "I'm not joking. I'm serious."

Darcy looked at me, and then tilted his head back so he could look up at the ceiling.

I settled back against his chest and I felt a shudder run through my body at the familiarity.

"Do you know what else this reminds me of?" Darcy murmured.

I closed my eyes and smiled.

"What?"

"Your fourteenth birthday. You were out with Daryl Maine. I knew he fancied you so I told him that you were a lesbian, and he wouldn't kiss you because of it. You drank your da's whiskey out of anger at me and got shitfaced. I had to mind you for a few hours until you sobered up so I could bring you home and you could go to sleep."

I surprisingly burst out laughing. "I actually remember that."

It was one of my best memories.

Darcy gave me a little squeeze. "I brought you down to the river and we sat there for hours just throwing stones into the water, seeing who could out skip who. We didn't fight or curse at one another – we forgot we hated each other and just had fun hanging out together. Just like we did when we were little."

My heart swelled and my eyes watered.

"I miss those times," I admitted.

Darcy was silent for a moment before he said, "Me too."

I turned and looked up at Darcy who was already staring down at me.

"Tell me no," Darcy said as he lowered his head to mine.

My heart began to pound against my chest.

"What?" I whispered.

Darcy licked his trembling lips. "Tell me no. I'll kiss you if you don't."

His warning fell on deaf ears.

"Darcy, before I answer you, will you tell me something?"

He blinked. "Yeah?"

The conversation we had the other day was sitting on my mind, and I just had to ask the question that had been bugging me.

"What did you mean when you said I should take you calling me the opposite of Laura Stokes as a compliment and not an insult."

Darcy stared into my eyes, the corners of his eyes lightly crinkled as a smile curved his lips. "Laura, in her own right is sexy, but you... you my Neala Girl are beautiful. Anyone can be sexy, but not everyone can be beautiful."

Oh, my.

My stomach exploded into butterflies and tingles shot up and down my spine.

"Yes," I breathed.

Darcy swallowed. "Yes what?"

"Yes, I want you to kiss me."

I felt Darcy's body shake as he lowered his mouth to mine.

"Don't be scared," I whispered seconds before his lips touched mine.

I opened up all my senses to Darcy.

I could feel him, taste him, hear him, smell him, and see him.

I wanted him.

All of him.

I lifted my arms and slid them around Darcy's shoulders until I clasped my hands together behind his neck. I pulled his head closer to mine until our faces were pressed against one another. I opened my mouth and welcomed Darcy's warm, wet tongue into my mouth. I mimicked his actions with my mouth and tongue. After a long moment I switched things up by nibbling on his lower lip with my teeth and I could tell he liked it because he growled.

Darcy has growled at me enough over the years for me to decipher whether it was a good or bad growl, and this growl was good.

Very good.

I groaned when his arms came around my back and he hosted me up onto his lap. I moved my left leg and turned my body until I was straddling him. Straddling Darcy turned out to not be the best option, because the longer and harder I kissed him, the more a pulsing ache grew between my thighs. I moved my hands away from Darcy to the back of the couch where I gripped it.

"Neala," Darcy breathed against my mouth.

He pulled away from my mouth and kissed along my jaw and down to my neck. He nuzzled my neck for a moment then kissed the spot just under my ear, and it caused me to buck against him. I groaned out loud, and this caused Darcy to latch onto my neck and suck.

"Darcy!" I cried and ground my pelvis against his.

What the hell was going on me with me?

I was acting like a wild animal.

Get some self-control, woman!

It was extremity difficult though because it felt like I couldn't control myself, and that I had to have Darcy in every way possible.

"Neala Girl," Darcy murmured onto my neck.

I moaned in response and pushed my neck back toward his mouth, making him chuckle.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

I pulled back and growled at him, "If you stop touching me, we'll have a problem."

Darcy blinked at me. "I've never seen this side to you before... It's sexy as fuck."

I grinned. "Not beautiful?"

Darcy reached up and brushed his thumb over my cheek. "You're always beautiful, but baby, you're proving you can be sexy, too."

Baby.

I liked that.

I looked at Darcy and swallowed.

I felt like I was floating only to smack down hard on the concrete. This was Darcy, my Darcy. I loved him a long time ago, and I hated him for years, but I've also had an odd attraction to him for years that solidified into a crush over the past few days. I never realised it, but Darcy was someone who was constantly on my mind, and seeing him made my day – even if it was just going to be filled with the pair of us arguing.

I think I had a serious thing for Darcy.

Shite.

I ground my pelvis against Darcy's once more, and this time I felt him.

"Neala Girl, don't do that. I don't want to upset you, but grinding on me will only make me hard. I know you're excited and-"

"I want to have sex with you," I cut Darcy off.

Darcy reared back and stared at me with wide shocked eyes.

"Neala-"

"Don't. Don't you dare ruin this and reject me."

Darcy looked pained. "I don't want to ruin this, trust me. I would love nothing more than to explore every inch of you, but I want to respect you, baby. I want your trust."

He was killing me.

"Darcy, please, I'm not a little girl. I'm twenty-five years of age, and I just realised that I've wanted you for as long as I can remember. I've waited long enough to have you, don't make me wait a minute longer."

Darcy was torn between doing was his body wanted and what his mind was telling him so I decided to make it even harder for him. Literally.

I stood up and reached down to the hem of my borrowed t-shirt and pulled it up my body, over my head and threw it behind me on the floor. I pushed my trousers down and shimmied my hips from left to right until they gathered in a pool of fabric around my ankles. I stepped out of them and looked up just as Darcy's eyes almost popped out of his head as they roamed over my bare chest.

"Fuck," he hissed.

His look of admiration spurred my moment of bravery onward.

I reached down and slipped my fingers under the band of the boxers I wore and teased him by pushing them down slowly, before pulling them back up. Darcy's breathing had quickened and he sucked his lower lip into his mouth when I smirked and pushed the boxers all the way down, and kicked the fabric away from my feet. I dragged my feet against the floor until my socks slid off, and when the material left my body I stood before Darcy naked as the day I was born.

"Oh, Christ," Darcy swore.

Was that good or bad?

Fuck, maybe this was a terrible idea.

I opened my mouth to apologise, but Darcy silenced me with the heated look he shot my way. He dropped his eyes to my breasts then lower and lower. I was mortified, and just barely refrained from covering myself with my hands. My breathing increased, and my heart kicked into overdrive when Darcy suddenly got up from the couch and stood before me.

He reached out with his hand and brushed his thumb over my left pebbled nipple and hissed to himself. I licked my lips and looked up at him when he slid his hand up my chest and onto my neck then cupped my cheek.

"You're beautiful," he breathed.

All worry and doubt fled my body with that single sentence.

"You're perfect, my Neala Girl."

My Neala Girl.

My.

I suddenly had the urge to cry, but I didn't. I was happy, so happy, and I felt more comfortable being naked with Darcy than I ever have fully clothed with anyone else.

I wanted to tell Darcy to take his clothes off, but I couldn't speak so I reached out and tugged on the hem of his t-shirt. Darcy looked down, then looked back up to me with a grin on his face.

"You have made it impossible for me to be a gentleman and leave you with your virtue in tact."

I felt a spike of sassiness shoot through me.

"In that case you'll just have to tear it to shreds."

Darcy growled, "Don't tempt me. I want to be gentle with you."

Gentle?

Not a chance.

"Fine, you be gentle with me, and I'll be rough with you."

I gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled the material up his body. I left it at the point where Darcy's raised his arms, but couldn't see because the shirt was bunched up in his face. I reached out and ran my hands down his chest and over the six-pack I drooled over the day before.

His abs were as hard as I thought they were.

I dipped my fingers down the tempting V line, but pulled away when Darcy growled and began to remove the shirt from over his head. Before he could stop me, I dipped my head to his chest and snaked my tongue out and circled his left nipple.

"Fuck!" Darcy hissed at the same time the noise of his shirt hitting the floor sounded.

I placed my hands on his hips and squeezed in warning for him not to touch or stop me. I trailed my tongue from one nipple to the other and licked and sucked until Darcy's breathing picked up to an even faster pace. I bent my knees as I trailed my tongue down from his chest and onto his abs.

"Don't do this to me, please," Darcy begged.

I sunk to my knees before him and smiled when he started to recite Hail Mary's and Our Father prayers.

"Jesus himself couldn't get you out of this, Darcy, so take it like a man."

Darcy looked down at me with hooded eyes. "I don't want you to do anything you will regret... I don't want you to wake up in the morning and realise you made a mistake and hate me again."

My heart hurt with Darcy's words.

I stood up and placed my hands on Darcy's cheeks. "I won't... Hey, I won't regret being with you. The only thing I regret is all the lost time we could have had together."

Darcy's eyebrows jumped. "You want us to be... together."

Should I have said that?

I swallowed. "I don't know. Maybe? I know we're jumping in headfirst here, pun intended, but I need you. I think once I have you it will get this unceasing need for you out of me system and we can start to get to know one another on a romantic level. I mean, if you want to."

Darcy lifted his hand to my face and caressed it gently before he snaked his hand back into my hair and pulled.

"Once I have you, no amount of times together will get me out of your system. You will crave me, Neala Girl."

Oh, fuck.

"I hope you have the skills to back up that big mouth of yours, Hart."

Darcy smirked and released his grip on my hair. "You'll soon find out, Clarke."

I backed up and Darcy grinned. "Go ahead, I've give you a five second head start."

Five seconds?

To what? Run?

"Four, three-"

I squealed then turned and took off running out of the living room and down the hallway in the direction of Darcy's bedroom. I had to stop when the fear of falling struck me. There were no lit candles in the hallway and I couldn't see a thing.

"I can't see!" I called out.

I screamed with fright when I felt a hand touch my hip.

"I won't let you fall," he murmured in my ear as he pressed his front to my back.

My insides quaked and I started to sweat with anticipation.

Darcy nudged me forward until I started to walk. I don't know how he could see, everything was black, but he could because he was guiding my steps. I swallowed when Darcy reached around me and opened the door to his bedroom on my left. Dim light from the candles inside lit the rest of the way, and seeing his bed halted my steps.

"What's wrong?" Darcy asked as he tenderly kissed my neck.

I swallowed. "I'm about to lose me virginity... I'm kind of scared."

Darcy's lips froze on my neck.

I was momentarily worried I said the wrong thing, but he turned me to face him and leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. "I'm going to take care of you. You know I will... don't you?"

I did, I knew he wouldn't purposely hurt me.

"I do... it's still a little scary though. I know the first time hurts, and I'm a wuss when it comes to pain. What if I cry and ruin the entire process?"

Darcy roared with laughter, "Process? Sex isn't a process – it's an act of epic pleasure between two people. You're thinking about this way too much."

I placed my hands on his chest and playfully shoved him before I leaned into him and rested my head against his chest.

"I'm afraid it won't be epic," I admitted.

Darcy tensed. "You think I can't make it great for you?"

Oh, shite.

"I wasn't doubting your abilities, I was doubting mine. What if I'm crap at it and you would rather die than continue?"

Darcy vibrated with silent laughter, so I shoved him hard.

"I'm deadly serious here!"

Darcy continued to laugh and it ticked me off so I turned and walked away from him. I crawled onto the end of his bed, and just as I made my way up the bed Darcy placed his hands on my back and applied pressure. I flattened down to the bed and lay on my stomach as Darcy's hand slide down my back and over my arse where he squeezed.

"Darcy!" I gasped.

He chuckled and slid his hands down my thighs all the way to my ankles and back up again. When he came to my hips he gripped me tightly and turned me over. I was now on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I widened my eyes when Darcy placed his hands on my knees and spread my legs apart.

"You have such a pretty pussy, baby… and you're so wet," Darcy growled.

Oh. My. God.

I slammed my legs closed with a loud clap.

"I cannot believe you just said that!" I screeched and covered my face with my hands.

My body flooded with mortification.

I didn't want to be embarrassed, I wanted to relish in Darcy's words, but I couldn't.

It was just so... dirty.

Darcy groaned and lightly bit my outer thigh before he said, "Neala Girl, your innocence is killing me."

I kept my hands over my face. "Don't say stuff like that to me and I won't turn into a tomato then. God!"

Darcy cackled, "You're brilliant."

I wanted to sock him one for laughing at me, but I refused to move my hands from my face.

"Are you going to look at me while I taste you for the first time?" Darcy asked, his voice low and husky.

I hated that I was so naive because I had no clue what he meant.

"What are you going to do?" I asked as my body began to shake.

"Move your hands away from your face and I'll show you exactly what I mean."

I shuddered, and went against every fibre in my body. I removed my hands from my face and looked down.

I looked down to Darcy and licked my lips when he patted his hands against my knees. I looked at my legs and cringed, they were locked up tighter than Fort Knox. I released the tension in both legs and let Darcy spread them apart. I focused on my breathing when he lay down flat on his stomach and had his face at vagina level.

Bare vagina level.

"Omigod," I mumbled.

Darcy looked up at me and then back to my vagina were he lightly blew on me.

I hissed, "Darcy."

He hummed. "You're clean shaven," he commented.

I swallowed. "I get waxed."

Waxing was a personal preference for me. I didn't like hair anywhere on my body except on my head.

"I like it," Darcy murmured then leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against the top of my slit before trailing his tongue down over my tender lips.

"Don't be scared, baby. You will enjoy this, trust me."

I did trust him.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

"Eyes on me. Watch what I do to you."

I nodded my head, again.

I watched as Darcy hooked his arms under my legs and placed his hands spread out over my hips. I felt the move open my lips and fully spread them apart to reveal the most intimate part of my body. Darcy applied pressure to my hips and held me in place. I didn't know why because I wasn't going to move even if I wanted to – I was frozen.

I widened my eyes when Darcy pushed my legs open as wide as they would go with his shoulders. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he lowered his head and snaked his tongue out. He placed his tongue on me and licked from my entrance up to my clit.

Oh, fuck.

I gasped and bucked up against Darcy's mouth, but the lower half of my body didn't move because Darcy had a tight hold of me. I looked to Darcy with hooded eyes when he growled.

"So sweet," he said before he put his tongue back on me.

This time it wasn't one long lick, it was an assault from his tongue on my clit. I wanted to come up off the bed with the incredible new sensations that racked throughout my body. I've touched myself before and brought myself great pleasure, but Darcy's tongue was so much better than my fingers. I reached down at buried my hands in Darcy's hair and tugged. He hissed against me and nipped at my clit with his teeth in response to my hair pulling.

I screamed at the unexpected sensation of mixed pain and pleasure and pushed my head back into the mattress of the bed. I looked up at the ceiling and focused on it. I tried to think of anything and everything except what Darcy's tongue was doing to me and how it made me want to growl in satisfaction. Any chance of distraction failed because one thing I couldn't escape from was the feeling of Darcy's mouth on me, and what his mouth was doing to my body.

I licked my lips and whimpered when sharp shocks of pleasure zinged from my clit. I pushed my pelvis up into Darcy's face, he responded by sucking my clit into his mouth and shaking his head from left to right. I held my breath for a moment, but when the hot pulses of pleasure became too much I tried to crawl up the bed and away from Darcy's tongue.

"Too much!" I screamed. "Ah, it's too much!"

Darcy ignored my cries and bore down on my clit and licked and sucked at the bundle of nerves until my hips involuntary bucked against his face and my back arched. I groaned in pleasure as I fisted the bed sheets in my hands. Fire spread from my clit down my thighs and straight up to my lower stomach were an explosion of delight took hold of me.

My mouth hung open, my breathing halted and my eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

I felt Darcy move his mouth away from me, and when he jumped off the bed and moved around to his dresser. I heard him open the dresser and then the faint crinkling sound.

I knew it was a condom packet without opening my eyes.

I was so nervous, but my body still hummed with little aftershocks of pleasure so I was pretty chilled as I lay on Darcy's bed spread eagle. I heard a whooshing sound as fabric hit the floor then a creak as Darcy climbed back onto the bed.

I opened my eyes when he ran his hand up my thighs and moved between them. He reached forward with his hand and touched his thumb against my very sensitive clit and I cried out. He choose that moment to line himself up against me, he trust forward a few times and each time the head of his cock rubbed against my clit. I bucked and groaned.

"Neala," Darcy whispered.

I opened my eyes and the moment I made eye contact with Darcy, he thrust forward. I bit my lip with the discomfort. I looked down and even though there was minimal lighting in the room I saw he wasn't fully inside me.

Oh, Christ.

I looked up to Darcy and released my lip, but the moment he pulled the head of his cock out of me and thrust forward again with a little more force I squeezed my eyes shut as pain exploded inside me.

"Ow," I whimpered and fisted the bed sheets in my hand.

Darcy stilled. "Open your eyes, beautiful girl."

I opened my eyes and was surprised when tears fell from my eyes, ran down my temples and into my hairline. Darcy leaned down and kissed over my tear streaks, and then brushed his lips over my eyes.

"You're incredible," he breathed.

I swallowed down my sniffles.

"You're big," I replied, breathlessly.

Darcy smiled at me for a moment before he leaned down kissed me. It was during our kiss that he pulled out of me and thrust back inside. He was gentle, but it felt like he was cutting into me because the walls around him stung with the intrusion. I focused on my breathing, and on Darcy's kiss. I allowed myself to get lost in him, and when he pulled out of me and thrust forward once more I didn't feel pain, I felt a little something that was… good.

I opened my eyes when Darcy broke our kiss. I looked down at our connected bodies and Darcy's perfectly crafted stomach was the first thing I saw. I looked lower and swallowed.

He was really inside of me.

"Oh, my God," I breathed and made sure not to move a muscle.

Darcy rested on his elbows as he hovered over me.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked at him and when my eyes made contact with his, I started to relax.

"That's it baby, relax. You're okay. Trust me."

I breathed, "I do."

I really did.

Darcy licked his lips then he leaned down and kissed me again. I lifted my hands to his biceps, slid my hands up his arms, up his neck and buried them in his thick hair. I tugged and knotted my fingers in his brown locks and deepened our kiss.

I relaxed my legs and only tensed a little when Darcy slowly pulled out of me and trust back in. He went slow, and was very gentle – it helped ease the sensation of him stretching me. With each thrust, I started to feel little zings of pleasure, and I felt so much better because of it. The pain was gone – I got past the worst of it.

Thank God.

Darcy set a slow and steady pace for a few minutes as he gently thrust in and out of my body until I moaned. I heard Darcy's grunt as he ever so slightly thrust into me harder, and picked up his pace.

I broke the kiss Darcy and I shared when he thrust into my body hard and a shiver of pure satisfaction rushed around my core.

What was that?

"Fuck," I breathed.

Darcy pressed his forehead to mine. "Are you hurting?" he asked. "I'll stop if you are."

Like hell he'd stop.

"The opposite," I groaned and tested the waters with pushing my hips down on Darcy, which caused him to groan in pleasure as he fully slide back inside me.

"Jesus, Neala," he said and moved his mouth to my cheek where he bit down.

It didn't hurt at all – if possible the action turned me on more than I already was.

Darcy moved his mouth to my neck.

He kissed, licked, and sucked on me as he thrust harder into my body.

Each thrust caused a slap as our skin smacked together, the sound rang out in the room followed by our mixed grunts and moans. My body was on fire, and I felt like I needed Darcy to lean up off me so I boldly asked, "Can I ride you?"

Darcy halted his movements, and it caused my insides to contract with disapproval.

"You want to be on top?" he asked.

I nodded my head.

I screeched when Darcy gripped onto my waist and rolled his body under mine, and pulled me on top of him. I gasped when I sat upright and looked down. I was straddling Darcy, and he was still inside me.

"How the hell did you do that?" I asked in shock.

Darcy didn't reply, instead he placed his hands on my waist and rolled his hips upwards causing my eyes to drift shut. I opened my eyes then placed my hands on his and looked at him for direction.

"Up and down, baby," Darcy encouraged and hissed when I did as he asked. He bucked his hips upwards when I sank down on him and growled, "Just like that."

I repeated the action of moving up and down until I fell into a slow and steady rhythmic bounce. Each thrust Darcy made as I sunk down on him was toe curling. I leaned my head back and arched my back when my inner muscles contracted around him.

He groaned and reached up and palmed my breasts in his hands and tweaked my nipples. I hissed and looked down at him and growled as he smirked up at me.

"You're so fucking sexy, baby."

I loved the compliments he gave – each one made me feel more confident than the last.

I bore down on him and contracted my inner muscles around him once more and watched as his face lit up with pleasure. I loved that I was making him feel good, and I loved that he was making me feel this good.

"Neala Girl," he groaned. "I'm not going to last long."

I purred with pleasure that I was the cause of him about to lose control.

I picked up of my pace and rode him faster. He curled his hands around my arms and squeezed me each time I squeezed him with my internal muscles.

"Fuck!" he shouted.

Fuelled on by his shouts I slammed down on him harder and faster until his body thrust up into me at lightening speed seeking its release. When he came Darcy's entire body tensed, while he hips bucked up against me in quick spurts.

My entire body was flushed with pleasure as I looked down at Darcy's spent body. I wanted to repeat what we just did again and again, but I wasn't greedy. I wasn't expecting to orgasm at all during my first sexual experience, but I did, and that was enough for me. I wouldn't have cared if I never came at all, because it was Darcy. That made it even more perfect to me.

Darcy was right, it was an epic act of pleasure.

"Neala… Holy Christ," Darcy breathed after a few moments.

He opened his eyes and gazed up at me like I was a Goddess, and it made me feel incredibly beautiful.

"That was amazing, you are amazing. Just… wow," Darcy said as he licked his lips.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. "It was perfect," I breathed then rolled off him, hissing a little when he slid from my body.

I lay next to Darcy's panting body for a few minutes just revelling in what just happened. I couldn't believe I had sex. I couldn't believe I had sex with Darcy.

"Oh, my God," I whispered.

Darcy was busy removing the condom from himself. He leaned over, tossed it into the little bin next to his bed, then he turned on his side to face me. He placed his hand on my stomach and bent his elbow to rest his chin his palm.

"You look stunning," Darcy said, and smiled down at me.

I smiled wide. "I feel amazing."

Darcy glanced down then back up to me. "Any pain?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"That's good." He smiled. "There is some blood on the sheets under you, and a little on you and me, but it's completely normal so don't worry. Okay?"

I nodded my head and looked down.

I was expecting a lot of blood, but there wasn't much so I didn't worry about it. I should feel mortified and want to do nothing except run to the bathroom and clean myself up, but I was content and happy.

I just didn't care.

I turned to Darcy and pushed him onto his back and straddled him again.

His hands went to my hips, and he grinned. "Again?" he asked.

I nodded.

"You were right." I smiled. "Once with you isn't enough."

I leaned down and covered my mouth over Darcy's and got lost in him once more.