We stay like that for several minutes, both of us trying to catch our breath. When I finally pull out, I watch my cum leak out of her, mixing with hers, dripping down her thighs. The sight satisfies something primal in me—she's marked, claimed, completely mine.
"Stay there, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of you."
I get a warm cloth from the bathroom and clean her gently, watching her whimper at every touch. She's sensitive, swollen, thoroughly fucked. Perfect.
When I'm done, I help her roll over and pull her into my arms. She curls against me immediately, tucking herself into my side like she belongs there. Because she does.
"How do you feel?"
"Claimed." She nuzzles into my chest. "Owned. Complete. Like I finally found where I belong."
"You do belong. Right here. With me." I stroke her hair, feeling that tightness in my chest that I'm starting to recognize as love. "My perfect little girl."
"Daddy?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"I love you." The words are quiet, vulnerable, and they hit me harder than I expected.
"I love you too, little girl." I kiss the top of her head. "So fucking much. You have no idea what you've done to me."
"Is it crazy? This fast?"
"No. It's right. We both knew from the beginning." I hold her tighter. "The moment you walked into that clinic lobby covered in chocolate and chaos, I knew you were mine. Just took me a while to make you believe it."
She giggles, the sound tired but happy. "Thor knew. Your fake emergencies."
"Best fake emergencies ever."
We lie in comfortable silence, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest while I run my hand up and down her back. Eventually, she shifts, looking up at me with those big brown eyes.
"What now?"
"Now you're mine officially. Publicly." I cup her face. "I want everyone to know. No more hiding, no more wondering. You're mine, and everyone in Darkmore is going to know it."
She laughs softly, and I feel it vibrate against my chest. "People already suspect. The way you growl at male clients who talk to me makes it pretty obvious. You get all possessive and scary."
"Because they flirt with you."
"They ask about their pets!"
"Same thing." I can't help the possessive edge in my voice. "Any excuse to talk to you is flirting. And I don't share."
She cuddles closer, hooking her leg over mine. "I need a collar. A real one. Something I can wear all the time that shows I'm yours."
"Already ordered it." Because of course I did. I knew weeks ago how this would end. "Pink leather with a silver tag. Says 'Property of Rex Smith' on one side, 'If lost, return to Daddy' on the other."
Her eyes light up. "That's perfect! You're perfect."
"We're perfect together," I correct. "You needed someone to take care of you, and I needed someone to take care of. We're exactly what we're supposed to be."
She yawns, exhausted from the intensity of what we just shared. I pull the blanket over us and hold her close, feeling her relax completely in my arms.
"Sleep, little girl. Daddy's got you."
"Always?"
"Always."
