Chapter Fifty Six


    DAISY''S POV


    It wasn''t the same.


    When Daemon made love to me, when he bit me, all I felt was pleasure. Maybe I didn''t realize it at the beginning, but he had be like an addictive drug, the more I got, the more I wanted. I thought it had just been the bites, and so I had tried getting that from Riley, but it wasn''t the same.


    The Luna knew where he was. Why wouldn''t she tell me?


    Each day, it got worse.


    I scrolled through my notebook; he upied every single page.


    I had drawn him about a hundred times, and yet, I picked up a pen, ready to make another image. This was the only way I could keep myself from losing my mind thinking about him. Twenty minutester, I was done with a perfect drawing of him. In this drawing he was shirtless, those locks of shiny ck hair fell over his eyes. Damn, was he sexy. "Hello, Daisy," the voice called.


    For a moment, I had thought it was all in my mind. It sounded so real. Slowly I turned, and there he stood, yet I couldn''t be sure, this could just be my mind ying wicked tricks on me. "Daemon," I called, tears rolling down my eyes.


    "Yes, Daisy," he answered with a smile on his face. I walked towards him, and I hugged him, sobbing in his arms. He waited for the whole thirty minutes I spent crying.


    "I thought you were dead."


    "I am very much alive."


    This was real. Daemon was here, dressed in a dashing ck tuxedo and sleek ck shades.


    "What happened? You left me all alone, and I was worried sick."


    "I had a bit of an... ident."


    "But everything is okay, because you are back now." I said to him but he gave no response to that; he finally pulled me away from me only to pick up my notebook, where I had drawn him multiple times. "I really thought I could save you, but you really can''t be safe, can you?"


    "What do you mean?" I asked.


    He ced the notebook back on the table, before taking off his shades, only then did I notice the cut below his eyes.


    "You are injured."


    ""It will heal."


    "Who did this?" I questioned.


    +25 BORALIS


    "You don''t look any better either," he noted, and I clumsily ran my hand through my hair in an attempt to straighten it; I was well aware that I looked like crap


    "I''m sorry."


    "Do you know what you need?"


    "What do I need?"


    "A very long shower."


    Daemon joined me in the bathroom; he easily towered over me.


    "Thank you," I whispered.


    "For what?" he asked as he picked up the shampoo.


    "Foring back to me."


    He paused, watching me for a moment too long, and I fidgeted under his gaze. He tossed the bottle of shampoo before picking me up, my legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed me. He kissed down my neck, and I moaned; his hard length mmed into me, and I cried out his name. He turned on the shower, draining us both. He supported my hips, and I grinded against his cock. He kissed me, grabbing a firm hold of my breast. I could feel myself reaching my climax but he wouldn''t let that happen just yet; he pulled out of me, only to m me against the wall. His cock prated into my butt, and I groaned as his hand went round to my clit, stoking gently.


    "Please, Daemon, please." I begged


    I felt his tongue against my corbone before he bit into me, he mmed three fingers into me, and I couldn''t hold it anymore; I came, hard.


    He pulled out his fingers, now soaked with my juice, and he let me have a taste before turning me over and kissing me.