Chapter Thirty-One
Daphne
Flynn filled me, and the slick fusion where we were joined created friction that already had me teetering on the edge of release. He nudged into me with subtle rolls, controlling the motion of my hips as I rose up and sank down.
My pulse was galloping, and I felt drunk with pleasure. My unexpected, emotional reaction to seeing him in the airport was rushing through me and tangling up with sensation. I felt as if I were going to burst into flames from the intensity of it all.
Like always, Flynn knew exactly what I needed. Right as I began to feel desperate, chasing for the release that was just out of my grasp, his hand slid down my back and gripped my hip tightly. I could feel his fingers pressing into my flesh when he muttered, “Come on, princess. Give it to
