Page 114 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“How you’re still alive amazes me.”

Nova lifted her chin. “I’m resilient.”

“You’re a brat.”

“Aww.” She popped her bottom lip out in a frown. “Is Daddy gonna spank me again?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

I flattened my palms on either side of her ass and leaned in. Her new position brought her almost up to my height.

“You gonna give me any problems?”

She shrugged. “Probably.”

At least she was honest.

Sighing, I draped the other towel over her shoulders and wrapped the cloth around her chest.

“Oh you’re so chivalrous.” She sang in a mocking tone.

My brow arched. “I could go back to drowning you, if you prefer?”

“I think I prefer you that way.”

Yeah, me too.

Nova shuttered and wrapped her fingers around the towel to pull it in tighter. “Can we get this over with? I’d like to go back to hating you.”

“I don’t think there is any going back.”

Her eyes fluttered up to mine. “Nothing’s changed.”

That where she was wrong, everything had changed. I didn’t know when or why, but it had. And she knew it. She could feel it too. That was why she was staring at me like that.

“Okay, lay back.” I reached out and gently pushed her back against the mirror behind her.

Nova didn’t fight me. She didn’t say a word as I swept the towel out of the way and brushed my finger over the Gio carved into her skin. It had only been a day, but she was healing nicely.

I set about disinfecting the wound. Nova squirmed a bit while worked, but didn’t get in my way. I could feel her watching me as I smoothed a fresh bandage over her skin. She was nervous.

Her body was tense and slight little shivers shook her legs. When I was done I couldn’t help but bend down to press my lips on the cuts.

Nova let out the tiniest gasp that had my cock aching for more.

My eyes shifted over to the sweet spot between her thighs that was hidden by the towel. I’d never hatted a piece of cloth more in my life.

“Gio?”

“What?” I smoothed my palms up her thighs and kissed kissed the spot above her bandage. This time my tongue darted out to taste her skin. She smelled like me, but tasted like sweetness and sin.

“Why do you call meGattina?”

I paused to peek up at her. Nova was trying to change the subject. Clever girl. Too bad I wasn’t easily distracted.

“It’s Italian for kitten, and you have sharp claws.”

I brushed her towel out of my way and grazed my mouth over her soft skin, reveling in the way her belly quivered.

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