Daisy's pov
The knock came again, more persistent this time, and I lay there staring at the ceiling with every nerve in my body refusing to cooperate with the idea of stopping.
"Please." I heard myself say before I had made a decision about it. "Please do not stop." I pleaded to the man whom I had called a beast the first time I met him, the man that I promised myself that I wouldn't have any physical feelings for him.
He lifted his head and looked at me and for a moment I thought he was going to ignore the door entirely because the expression on his face was not the expression of a man who wanted to stop either.
But then the knock came a third time.
He pulled away slowly, and I pressed my lips together very hard because the disappointment that moved through me was embarrassingly inte
