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“I want you so badly,” he crooned between tiny bites.

“So do I, Daddy.” Isolde deepened her torso’s arch while raking her fingernails down his biceps. Ignoring the sting, he walked into the stall. As he jammed her shoulders against the tile, he ensured the rush of warm water pelted her all over.

“Feel good?”

“Ye—yes.”

“Don’t let go of my waist.” As Johnny tightened his supporting arm under her butt, he ripped her top apart with his free hand, displaying her delicate bra barely covering her soft breasts. The vision heightened his frenzy, and like a wild beast, he tore at the lacy cup with his teeth, releasing a breast for his pleasure.

“Yes! Beautiful.” He clamped down on her nipple as if all the sustenance he’d ever need was concentrated in that sweet pebble. Entwining her fingers in his hair, Isolde steadied his head in silent encouragement, and he proceeded to nibble and pull until the turgid tip grew larger.

“Hurts so good,” she gasped. “I want more, Daddy. I feel… I feel…”

“What, baby? Tell me.” Releasing her nipple, Johnny captured her lips. His tongue invaded her mouth, searching within her depths for her essence and not getting nearly enough. Madness reached its peak in him, the space around him tilted, spun…

Abruptly, he stopped. Releasing her lips, he pulled back from her and took a deep breath to calm his spirit.

Isolde didn’t deserve an uncontrolled, desperate man mauling her to submission. There would be another time for unrestrainedpassion. In this moment, she deserved tenderness, affection, and a slow, thorough arousal to the point where the pain of first possession was welcomed.

Carefully, he put her down.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. Just wait. Daddy’s going to love you nice and slow.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Johnny’s whispered words were sweet caresses on Isolde’s body and soul. Each one slid down her skin in a delicious silky-smooth sensation. Although she didn’t move from under the showerhead where he’d put her, she couldn’t resist glancing up. The rushing stream distorted his handsome face and mesmerizing blue eyes, but it was enough for her, especially when he placed his hands, large and strong on her shoulders, and slowly discarded her tattered top and what was left of her bra.

This was the first time she’d offered herself, so completely, to a man, and through her shyness and curiosity about what he’d do next, she lowered her eyes to see herself. She might be a little nervous, but her taut nipples stood fully peaked in a clear declaration of her unspoken desire.

Holding a finger to her chin, Johnny tilted her face up. The pouring water forced her to blink repeatedly.

“I don’t know…”

“This isall new, right?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to keep your eyes open and on me and what I do at all times, princess. Those are my instructions. Watch everything. See how I caress and explore your beautiful body, how I love and possess it.”

“Should I?—”

“Do nothing unless I tell you. My job is to give you pleasure, and yours is to feel and enjoy where I take you. Don’t hold anything back. I want to hear you scream when you come. Understand me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He kissed her forehead. “Is there anything on your mind?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Tell me, baby.”

Johnny had opened the door for her and she was going to walk right through. Yes, she had something on her mind. A special need. So she blurted it out.

“I want to see all of you too. I want to touch you. Know you.”

Dropping his head back, he released a hearty laugh. His sexy throat bobbed, and sinewed tendons on his neck shifted. Isolde’s clit twitched, and her mouth watered with the need to kiss and explore such abrawny display. Unable to help herself, she touched him with her fingertips. On contact, a feeling close to a shock traveled through her.

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