I answer with a breathy moan, “Yes, Daddy.”
His gaze darkens, and with a teasing smile, he asks, “What does my sweet princess need?”
“I need you inside me, Daddy, please,” I murmur, the words slipping out more like a plea.
“Ohh,” he growls softly, “you’re so pretty when you beg for me.”
Elijah’s smile deepens, his eyes burning with need and tenderness as he shifts his weight, aligning himself carefully between my legs. The cool air contrasts with the heat radiating from his skin, making every touch feel electric.
He cups my face with one hand, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he leans down to capture my lips in a slow, searing kiss—soft yet hungry, promising everything and more.
His other hand trails down my body, fingers tracing along my ribs, over my stomach, until he reaches the apex of my thighs. With deliberate care, he parts me gently, easing inside me inch by inch. The stretch, the fullness—it’s overwhelming and perfect all at once.
I gasp against his mouth, my hands clutching his shoulders, anchoring myself to him. He pauses, letting me adjust, giving me space and time, his voice low and soothing in my ear. “You’re so perfect, princess. You feel so good wrapped around me.”
When he moves again, it’s slow, steady—a rhythm that builds with patience and care. Every thrust is an affirmation, a silent vow that I’m cherished and adored.
Our breaths mingle, our bodies moving in sync as the intensity deepens, drawing us closer until nothing exists beyond the heat and the connection we share.
“Elijah,” I whisper, voice trembling with need.
“Yes, princess?” he replies, his voice thick with emotion.
“I love you.”
He kisses me again, softer this time, holding me close. “I love you too. Always.”
Elijah’s pace slows, his movements becoming more languid as he holds me close, his forehead resting against mine. The heat between us simmers, not just from the physical connection but from the deep love that wraps around us like a protective shield.
His hand slides down to cradle my cheek, thumb tracing gentle circles as he breathes, “You’re incredible, princess. So strong, so beautiful.”
I reach up, threading my fingers through his hair, needing the feel of him as much as the steady beat of his heart against mine. “Thanks to you, I found my strength.”
He kisses me again, his thrusts growing deeper—powerful but never rough. I feel him pull almost all the way out before plunging back inside, making my breath hitch with the delicious stretch. Our kiss deepens, urgent and desperate, perfectly matching the rhythm of his movements.
His hand trails down my body, caressing every inch, every curve, until he reaches my knee. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifts it and places it in the crook of his elbow, driving even deeper inside me—as if that’s even possible. My moans grow louder, my body arching toward him, aching, craving more.
“More, please,” I whisper.
Elijah sits up, lifting my leg with him, angling himself to hit that spot inside me that makes my head spin. His other hand finds my clit, pinching it gently with two fingers, sending a sharp, intoxicating jolt through my body. Waves of pleasure surge as my orgasm crashes over me.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy squeezes me so tight, so good” he growls, voice thick with need. With just a few more thrusts, I feel him cuming inside me, filling me completely.
“I love you so much, baby. You’re incredible—I’ll never get enough of you,” he murmurs.
All I can manage is a breathy, “Mhm.”
Chapter thirty-seven
Ava
Iwakeupearly—earlierthan usual, before Elijah. He’s still asleep, the sheets tangled around his hips, one arm sprawled over my pillow like he was reaching for me in his sleep. His face is softer in the quiet morning light. The lines around his mouth relaxed. His lips parted slightly. I could watch him forever.
Instead, I slide out of bed quietly and pad barefoot to the kitchen.
There’s a sticky note pad next to the coffee machine. I grab a pen and leave him a note.
My cheeks warm writing it, but it feels right. I’m not just obeying—I’m participating. I want him to know I’m leaning in. That I’m choosing this, because I trust him.
