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Chapter Seven
Daisy
I’m still laying tuckedup against Nick’s chest when I finally start to come back down to earth after the mind-numbing orgasms he just put my body through.
Yeah, there’d been pain like I’d always heard there would be with a first time, but the pleasure…
I’d never known it could be like that.
I see the glisten of water out of the corner of my eye and turn my head to see we’re laying right next to the pond.
I try to pull out of Nick’s arms to sit up and fix my state of undress. My tank top and bra are still pulled up to reveal my breasts. My panties and shorts are otherwise discarded.
One glance at Nick shows that he somehow managed to retain all of his clothing. His shirt is still on, and he’s already tucked mostly away in his pants. All he has to do is zip up.
Apparently I’m the only one who had to be more exposed.
I notice we’re laying on a blanket, which indicates that Nick had something planned here.
I stiffen in his arms and try to pull away again, but he holds me fast.
“Where do you think you’re going, kitten?” he asks me lazily. I feel him plant a kiss on the top of my forehead.
“Did you have this planned?” I ask him, trying to keep my voice even.
He tips my head up to him with a finger under my chin. He looks straight into my eyes as he tells me, “This specifically? No. If you’re referring to the blanket, I had it ready to wine and dine you on a picnic.”
“A picnic?” I question, my heart softening within me. A picnic by the water has always been my idea of the perfect date.
He smiles that devastating smile of his at me, like he can see my pleasure at the thought.
“Something told me a picnic by your pond would be the most romantic gesture I could make with you.”
He reaches out and tucks a curl behind my ear, but it’s to no avail because it just springs free again.
I can only imagine the mess my hair must look. But then again when is my wild mane not a mess?
“It’s your pond now,” I remind him softly.
He shakes his head. “It’s ours now.”
I blush as his meaning becomes clear. He’s referring to the fact that it’ll always be our place now. The place where he took my virginity. The place where he claimed me and made me his.
“I don’t regret the turn of events,” he tells me seriously.
“Don’t you either, Daisy,” he warns me. “This was how it was always going to end anyway. With you in my arms.”
For once, I don’t argue. I don’t let myself get offended by his possessive statements. Instead, I just bask in the feeling of being wanted by this gorgeous, dominant man.
But then my mind goes and recalls what I’d seen on the internet. Nick with countless women on his arm.
I feel my stomach drop within me. Now that he’s had me, now that the chase is over, will this be it?
“What’s wrong, kitten?” he asks me as if he can sense my mood shifting.
“Nothing,” I answer too quickly.
“Bullshit,” he calls my bluff. “Tell me,” he orders.
