“You’ll never convince me of that.”
I tried to keep my composure but he leaned in and pressed another kiss to my shoulder, slower this time.
“Remember our weekend baby? A whole day of me inside you. You let me stay inside you while you pissed for me.”
My face went hot, painfully hot. “Don’t bring that up.”
“I’ll bring it up every day until you accept how perfect you were for me,” he kissed my cheek. “The way you leaned back into me, trusting me with something you’d never let anyone else see?”
I covered my face with my hand. “Stop.”
He smiled. I could hear it.
“You’re blushing everywhere,” he murmured. “I love it.”
“You’re basically a caveman.”
“You love that.” He touched my hips, thumbs rubbing small circles. “Sore?”
“No.”
“Good. Then I’m going to cook for my girl.” He sat on the edge of the bed.
He ran his knuckles down my side, the heavy cold metal of his ring dragging over my skin and leaving goosebumps behind.
For a moment, I just admired him.
Towel slung low on his hips, toned, the kind of muscles you got from actually using your body, not posing in a gym mirror. Tattoos covered his arms and chest, ink over hard muscle, a few faded scars cutting through like reminders he’d earned all of it the hard way.
He looked like every bad decision a girl was warned about—tattooed, dangerous, smug as hell—and somehow still the only place I felt safe standing.
His hands resting on my thighs the moment I stepped between them.
“Come here. Sit on Daddy.”
I untied his towel, and dropped mine. His eyes ran up me slow. Up and down. I would never get used to the intensity of his eyes.
I climbed onto his lap, knees braced on either side of him. My hands slid over his shoulders. His chest rose once, like he’d been starving for just this.
I reached down, lined him up with a slow, practiced tilt of my hips, and sank down on dick.
His head dropped back instantly.
“Fuck—baby—That’s—God, that’s home.” His fingers dug into my hips.
I tightened around him instinctively, chest pressed to his. My hand found his jaw and tipped his face forward until his eyes met mine.
“Tal ven arik, Adar,” I whispered.I love Daddy.
His breath broke. Even if we’re toxic, I added silently, but he heard it anyway. Something inside him snapped in the way it only did when he lost the last bit of restraint he pretended to keep.
He kissed me hard, one hand into my hair, the other gripping my waist as his hips rolled up once, slow but deep enough to make a gasp catch in my throat.
He swallowed it with his mouth.
“Daddy’s home. Right where I belong.”
Another slow thrust. Heat shot through me too quickly.
