He didn't give her a second to think.
He spun her without losing the grip around her waist and pinned her to the wall, his mouth crashing onto hers in a kiss that was nothing gentle. It was possession. It was hunger. It was every emotion he had been burying exploding at once.
Daisy gasped but he swallowed it instantly, deepening the kiss, claiming every inch of her mouth like it belonged to him.
Her fingers clenched onto his shirt, then dragged up to his neck, then into his hair. pulling him closer, refusing to let go.
Daisy's whole body trembled. She tried to breathe but he kissed her harder, deeper, forcing her to match his pace like he was forcing her to feel everything he'd been holding back.
Her back arched from the wall involuntarily, pressing her closer to him.
Rain's other hand slid to her lower back, claiming her curve and pulling her flush against him. The hold was firm, possessive, wordlessly saying mine without a sound.
Daisy gasped at the sudden closeness, a rush of heat shooting through her, and her voice broke before she could stop it.
"Rain…!"
"You ignited the fire, Daisy. You didn't back off when you had the chance," he said, his breaths uneven.
He crashed his mouth onto hers again, rough and consuming, kissing her like she was the only breath he wanted.
Rain didn't break the kiss.
He guided her backward, step by step, every movement controlled and dominant, never letting her lips go—until her knees hit the sofa and he eased her down onto it, following immediately, caging her beneath him without giving her space to think, speak, or breathe.
Daisy was gone—drowning in the pleasure, body and soul already surrendered to him. Rain felt it. He saw it in her eyes, in the way she clung to him like nothing in the world existed except him.
He leaned in again, slower this time but harder, tracing his lips from hers to her chin, to her jaw, to her neck—each kiss fiercer than the last. When he finally sucked on her neck, Daisy shuddered and moaned, breathless.
"Ahh… Rain…"
"Yes, kitty," he murmured against her skin, his voice low, dominant, devastating. "Am I satisfying you the way I do in your dreams?"
She whispered, "Yes… very much…"
He paused and lifted his head until they were nose to nose, her breath trapped under his.
"I didn't hear you," he growled softly. "Say it again."
Her voice was clearer this time, trembling but sure. "Y-Yes…"
Rain smirked, the kind of smirk that said he'd just won a war.
He leaned in again, violently, but this time Daisy kissed him back willingly with the same hunger, her fingers tangled in his hair, her body arching into his.
Her response pushed him past the edge. He kissed her harder, hotter, desperate and dominant, like he was claiming every part of her—her mouth, her breath, her will.
You drive me insane. I want you. And I'm done pretending otherwise.