And then his lips were moving, roaming over every inch of my skin, his tongue licking and gliding over my imperfect flesh, almost as if he was trying to soothe an ache inside of me. And in a way, he was.

Daryl was drunk, we both were, but even if he were sober, I didn’t think he could have made me feel more at ease. More comfortable in my own skin.

"So fuckin' sexy," he groaned, fingers moving to the waistband of my jeans, as he teased and tasted my hard nipples with his mouth, paying special attention to my scarred breast.

Flicking the button of my jeans open, he quickly unzipped them and dragged both the denim fabric and my panties down my thighs, leaving me completely naked beneath him. "Goddamn, you're perfect."

I wasn’t perfect. I was far from it, but in this moment, I sort of felt like I could be – even if it was just in Daryl's eyes.

"Molls, if you're not ready, I can stop –"

"No!" I blew out a ragged breath. "Don’t stop…"

"You sure?"

I nodded weakly, never feeling surer of anything in my life. I might not know what I was doing, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t want this to happen.

Desperately.

When Daryl's head moved between my legs, and his nose grazed my slit, I all but jackknifed off the bed.

"Relax," he coaxed, breath fanning my most intimate area. "Let me make you feel good."

And so I did.

Closing my eyes, I allowed myself to enjoy, to revel, in the feel of him enjoying me.

Where his hands touched, his lips quickly followed, until there wasn't a lick of skin that he hadn't touched or caressed.

Shedding the rest of his clothes, Daryl returned to my body, hips moving to settle in my most intimate place.

He was breathing hard and fast, and the desire burning in his eyes was something I couldn’t deny.

"You sure you want this with me?" His breathing was hot and ragged. "Might hurt a little at first."

"I'm sure." I could feel his erection, hard as steel, pressing against my entrance, and a sliver of fear trickled down my spine. "Just…just go slow," I whispered, reaching up to cup his face with my small hands. "Don’t break me."

Nodding slowly, Daryl reached for my thigh and hitched it around his waist. Resting his brow against mine, he blew out a shaky breath. "I won't."

And then he pushed himself deep inside of me.

32 Daryl

The bedsheets were stained in her virginity, and her presence was scored on my heart.

I would never be the same again.

Not from this day forward.

The Goo Goo Dolls' Iris drifted from the speaker synced to her iPod as I moved inside her.

She was so small, so fragile, so fucking breakable.

Feeling something deep inside of me entwine with her, I blew out a shaky breath and lowered my head to rest against hers.