Good Evening! Okay, I am going to be totally honest with you all right now I am so damn nervous about this chapter. I am usually a bundle of nerves every time I post, but this chapter, this is the one that has me on the edge LOL. I am so damn grateful to EnglishPoet18 and HaloHunter89 without them I don't think I would have ever been able to give you all this chapter, they are the best of the best after all :)

I am most certainly making good use of the M rating for this chapter, so if you dont like this kind of thing you should skip the whole chapter, I kinda let it get a little out of control. I hope its everything you all were waiting and hoping for!

Daryl pulled the truck up at the back of the complex close to his own place. They hadn't spoken since they had left the bar, though Carol had yet to let go of his hand so he was taking that as a good sign. He had been watching her out of the corner of his eye the whole way home. While she had stopped crying not long after he told her he wasn't going anywhere, he could almost see the wheels still turning in her head. She was worried, whether it was about him or Ed, he wasn't sure.

Walking around to open her door, he smiled when she offered him a small smile. Shutting the door, Daryl laced his fingers with Carol's, tugging her closer to him and taking it as a good sign when she didn't pull away. They walked the path towards the center of the complex. Soon the path would split and Carol still had not said a word to him. Stopping at the fork in the path, they just stood there. Wracking his mind, Daryl was trying to think of something to say, he couldn't take the look on her face any longer.

"Did you mean it?" Carol whispered. She kept her face down, not daring to bring her eyes to his.

Daryl didn't respond to her question. Instead, he tugged her slightly up the path heading towards his apartment. He ignored her protests and question of where they were headed. Being as gentle as he could and mindful of her twice bruised arm, Daryl spun her around, her back to his front door. Resting his hands on either side of her head, effectively caging Carol in, he stared at her.

"Never said something I didn't mean, ever," Daryl said, keeping his voice low.

Shaking her head Carol said, "Daryl, what if his friends had decided to jump in? My problems.." Carol sighed, "They're not your problems."

Daryl was silent. Carol took a chance to look into his face. It was dark in his door way, but Carol could make out just enough of his face and what she saw made her breathing heavy. Bringing her hands up, she placed them on his chest and taking a small step closer to him, she whispered his name.

Daryl brushed a stray strand of hair away from her neck, dipping his head to nibble at her skin. Carol gasped. She had never been one to really think of her neck as a sensitive spot. Sure Ed had nibbled at her neck dozens of times, but it had never once caused her to respond like this. Tracing a path up along her jaw, he touched her lips with his, his tongue sweeping out and taking possession of her mouth.

Wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands came down to her waist, he smoothed his palms to her hips. Daryl pushed her back until she was flush between the door and him.

Daryl's hand moved from her waist, letting his hand roam down along the curve of her spine to settle on her ass, cupping her close to him. In return Carol let her hands roam the hard planes of Daryl's back, sliding around to his narrow waist. She pulled his shirt up, her hands finally coming in contact with his warm skin. When the demand for air supply became top much for the both of them, they broke apart. Carol skimmed her lips down Daryl's neck, latching onto his pulse. She smiled against his neck when she heard his ragged breathing. She felt one of his hands leave her ass, then the sound of keys jiggling in the lock.

Daryl tightened his hold on Carol as the front door finally opened and she went tumbling backward, ending in almost a dip, as Daryl held the door frame to keep them both from spilling onto the floor. Giggling as Daryl righted them both, his hand came up to cup her breast as he slowly moved forward, forcing Carol to shuffle backwards.

Carol had a thought that she should be embarrassed by her ragged breathing, but she couldn't bring herself to care when Daryl latched onto the soft skin right below her ear. Tipping her head back to allow him better access, the moan that was spilling from her turned into a soft cry of pleasure when Daryl bit down lightly. Catching her reflection in a small mirror, she was shocked by her flushed cheeks, eyes bright, her mused hair, and kiss swollen lips. She had never seen herself so beautiful before.

Daryl muttered a curse when Carol pulled away from him, spinning herself slowly, taking in the space that was his living room. Not liking that she was no longer in his arms, Daryl reached for her, pulling her back flush against his chest.

"I hope this is your place," Carol said, that teasing tone back in her voice.

She felt Daryl's head nod in the affirmative, his nose trailing up her neck to place an open mouthed kiss on the shell of her ear.

"Yeah, let me give ya a tour, lets start with the bedroom."

Carol laughed as the tumbled onto Daryl's bed, his mouth closing onto her collarbone. Feeling more than hearing Daryl's own laugh as it vibrated through her chest, it shot straight to her core. Carol returned her attention to the last few buttons on his shirt that she had yet to get opened, groaning when she finally managed to free him from it. She pushed it off his shoulders, tossing it over the side of the bed to join hers on the floor.

Daryl unhooked her bra, running his palms over her breasts until her nipples ached from the friction. His tongue devoured hers, rasping against it, swallowing the gasps and moans that spilled from Carol. Daryl moved his mouth over her shoulder, down along the tops of her breast, leaving behind his own groan when he cupped her breasts together, laving at both her ridged nipples. Daryl was becoming drunk from the taste and smell of Carol. She was intoxicating and he couldn't help himself, but he had to taste more of her.

He skimmed his lips over the soft skin of her midriff, nipping softly at the skin just above her jeans. Working towards his ultimate goal of popping the button of her jeans, he grasped them and quickly peeled them down her legs, tossing them to join the rest of their clothes on the floor. Daryl bit his lip while he drank in the view he had. Carol was laid out on his bed clad in nothing but a black lace thong. She was beautiful. His fingers whispered over the tops of her thighs, listening to the moans that escaped from Carol, like music to his ears. Curling a finger around the band of her thong, he slowly tugged it down her thighs. Daryl paused when he felt Carol push against his shoulders. Worried that she might want to stop, he raised his head prepared to ask if she was alright.

"Don't stop," Carol whined.

Daryl chuckled as Carol gripped at his hair, clenching fistfuls of it in her hands. When he parted her swollen lips, laying a tentative tongue over her clit, Carol nearly screamed from the sweet sting of pleasure that shot through her. His mouth was like heaven, his fingers stroking, playing her, coaxing a building heat. This was the closest thing to magic she had ever experienced. Dragging his tongue over her clit and swirling it around the swollen nub, Carol couldn't control the quake running through her body, moaning loudly when he increased the pressure.

An ache, familiar yet stronger than anything she could ever remember, grew as Daryl stroked her with his tongue. Dragging his finger over her now slick flesh, causing Carol's chest to become so tight that she couldn't get enough air into her lungs.

With each pass of his tongue Daryl's moans grew, causing a wave a pressure to burst from within Carol. A husky gasp escaped from her, her back arching as she bucked her hips against his mouth, pulling him even tighter to her. She continued to rock against his mouth as she slowly floated back down to earth becoming aware of Daryl as he softly stroked his fingers over her hips traveling up to her waist.

Daryl claimed her mouth in a soft kiss, leaving the taste of herself on her lips. Carol had no words to describe what she was feeling. No special word or phrase would do, yet it was the most erotic experience of her life. Tangling her fingers in his hair, they lay there just kissing, enjoying the feeling of being pressed against one another.

"You're beautiful, bluebird," Daryl whispered, his voice rough.

Carol smiled, looking him in the eyes as she ran her hands over his chest, brushing against his nipples and making them pucker. She reached for the buckle of his belt. Unfastening it, she gave him a shove, forcing him to roll over. Daryl grinned as he watched her run her hands and lips over his stomach, reaching for his zipper. He had to clench his fists into the sheets to keep himself from pushing her soft hands away and taking control back. His need for her was at an all time high.

Daryl gritted his teeth when Carol tugged his jeans, pulling them down over his knees. Kicking them off, he forced his eyes to stay open when he felt the heat from her small palm wrap around his cock. Sucking in a breath of air, he made himself lie still as she began to stroke him. Carol dipped her head, nibbling along his abs. Moving lower, she grinned when she heard him groan and she felt his fingers run through her hair.

Carol grazed her lips over his throbbing shaft, flicking her tongue over the tip before she enveloped him inside her hot wet mouth. Daryl's hips arched up to meet her mouth. Rolling his head side to side, he grabbed Carol by her shoulders, pulling her up to him. There was no way he was going to last if he let her keep going, He was already wound to tight.

Shaking his head when he saw the pout on her face, Daryl gripped her chin, pressing a quick kiss to her lips as he pulled back.

"No way," Daryl panted, "I wont last, need you now."

Holding Carol close to him, he reached around her to open the side table, digging his hand around until he managed to find the small colored foiled packet. Tearing it open and sliding it over his pulsing cock, Daryl rolled Carol beneath him.

A moan spilled from both of them when her silken skin blended with his. They locked eyes in the dark, Daryl waiting for Carol to give him a sign that she was ready for him to move. His answer came in the form of Carol wrapping her thighs around his waist, scraping her nails down his sides. Keeping his thrusts slow, Daryl had to clench his teeth at her slick, tight, passage. She was so incredibly tight, like a glove around his cock.

"You feel so good," Carol gasped, crossing her ankles together at his lower back.

Raising her hips, she met him thrust for thrust. Carol threw her head back as something between a moan and a scream found its way out of her throat and she felt a shudder pass through her body, making her vibrate. Feeling her tense, Daryl let go, driving into her hard.

Harsh breaths filled the air. Carol's chest rose and fell with her hard pulls of breath. Daryl rolled from her, not wanting to crush her with his weight and pulled her on top of him. Her head came to rest on his chest and she tangled her legs with his, pressing a kiss to his chin. Carol shifted around in the bed and Daryl tightened his grip on her, worried she might try to leave him.

"Stay," He pleaded.

"I couldn't move right now, even if I wanted to," Carol chuckled.

Smirking, Daryl brushed a kiss to her forehead, "Good?" He asked.

Carol hummed, "Very."

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