Page 37 of Demon Daddy's Nanny

I won't. Not this time. The taste of her, the feel of her body against mine—it's a revelation, a salvation I don't deserve but can't resist. My wings tighten around us, shutting out the world beyond this moment, beyond her.

Her tongue slides against mine, and my control fractures further. Every brush of her fingers leaves trails of fire across my skin. The hard planes of my chest press against her softness as I crush her closer, desperate to eliminate any space between us. My wings tremble with the effort of staying still, every instinct screaming to wrap her up and take flight, to carry her somewhere no one can find us.

"Eva." Her name is a prayer and a curse on my lips. My hands slide down her back, memorizing the curve of her spine through the thin fabric of her dress. She shivers, and the movement sends a jolt of pure need through my core.

This is madness. Pure, devastating madness. She's my daughter's companion. Someone I should protect, not devour. But the taste of her - sweet and wild like mountain berries - drowns out every rational thought.

Eva's fingers dig into my shoulders, nails biting through my shirt. The sharp sting only feeds the fire raging through my blood. A growl rumbles in my chest as she rolls her hips against mine. The movement is innocent, instinctive, but it shatters what remains of my restraint.

My hands grip her thighs, lifting her higher against the railing. The metal creaks beneath us, three stories above the ground, but I barely notice. All I can focus on is the way she gasps my name, how her legs tighten around my waist, the burning need to claim every inch of her.

This is wrong. The thought cuts through the haze of desire like a blade of ice. I'm her employer. Her protector. Not this creature of hunger and need who can't stop touching her. But when she arches into me again, whimpering as my teeth graze her throat, I can't remember why I should care.

My wings curl tighter, blocking out the world beyond our shared breaths. In this moment, there is only Eva - her touch, her taste, the way she trembles against me. I've never wanted anything with such desperate intensity. The realization should terrify me, but I'm already lost to the storm of her.

Her gasp tears through the night air as I lift her leg over my shoulder, the fabric of her dress sliding up her thigh. My hands grip her hips, steadying her against the railing, and I don’t give her a moment to think before I drop to my knees. The cold stone bites into my skin, but I barely feel it - not when her scent is overwhelming, not when she’s trembling above me, her fingers tangled in my hair like she’s already lost control.

"Ridwan—" I rip her underwear away, and her voice breaks. I look up, locking my eyes on hers. Her golden gaze is wide, pupils blown, her lips parted as her chest heaves. I don’t respond. I don’t need to. My actions will speak louder than any words I could muster.

I press my mouth to her, and her entire body jolts. Her gasp turns into a moan, muffled by the hand she slaps over her mouth. I rip it away, pinning her wrist to the railing. "No. I want to hear you." My voice is rough, commanding, and she nods, her breath hitching as I take her in again.

Her taste is intoxicating - sweet and heady, like the finest wine I’ve ever tasted. I drink her in, greedy and relentless, my tongue circling the sensitive bud that makes her cry out. Her thighs clamp around my head, her fingers pulling at my hair with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Every sound she makes, every shudder that runs through her body, fuels my hunger. I want to devour her, to claim every piece of her until she’s mine in every way that matters.

"Please," she gasps, her voice trembling. "Please, Ridwan?—"

I growl against her, the vibration making her arch off the railing. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I don’t care if they draw blood. Let her mark me. Let her claim me in return. I increase the pressure, faster now, more deliberate, until her hips buck against my mouth and she screams my name.

Her orgasm hits like a storm, and I’m there to catch every wave. Her body tenses, her back arching as she comes apart in my arms. I don’t let up, not until she’s trembling, her legs shaking so hard I have to grip her hips to keep her steady. Her taste lingers on my tongue, and I pull back just enough to look up at her.

Her golden eyes are glazed, her lips swollen from biting back her cries. She’s panting, her chest rising and falling in rapid bursts, and her fingers loosen in my hair as she slumps against the railing. Her scent fills my lungs, grounding me, and for the first time in years, the weight in my chest feels lighter.

I trail open-mouthed kisses up her inner thigh, savoring the way she trembles. My hands grip her hips, steadying her against the railing as I work my way higher. Each brush of my lips marks a path of possession across her skin. Her dress bunches around her waist, and I push it higher, exposing more of her to my hungry gaze.

My mouth finds the curve of her hip, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She whimpers, her fingers still tangled in myhair. The sound feeds the fire in my blood. I've never allowed myself this kind of abandon, this raw need to claim and possess. My self-control has always been iron-clad, forged in years of duty and discipline. But Eva shatters every barrier I've built.

I rise slowly, mapping her body with my lips. Her stomach quivers under my touch. My hands slide up her sides as I taste the valley between her breasts through her dress. Her heart pounds against my mouth, a rapid drumbeat that matches my own.

When I finally capture her lips again, the kiss is different. Slower. Deeper. The desperate edge of hunger gives way to something more profound. She melts into me, her arms wrapping around my neck as I pull her against my chest. My wings cocoon us, golden feathers trembling with each breath.

She clings to me like I'm her anchor in a storm, and the trust in that gesture pierces something deep in my soul. I've spent years building walls, protecting myself from this exact kind of vulnerability. But holding her now, tasting myself on her lips, feeling her body mold perfectly against mine - I realize I've never experienced anything like this. Not with Sera. Not with anyone.

The revelation should terrify me. Instead, it fills me with a fierce possessiveness that has nothing to do with duty or obligation. Eva isn't just another responsibility. She's become something essential, as vital as the air in my lungs or the beat of my heart.

Her fingers trace the scar on my cheek, and I lean into her touch. For the first time in years, I don't feel the weight of my past in that gesture. I only feel her - her warmth, her acceptance, her desire that matches my own.

22

EVA

Istand before the mirror, fingers tracing my lips where Ridwan's kisses still linger from last night. My reflection shows flushed cheeks, and I can't help but remember the heat of his mouth, the possessive grip of his hands on my thighs as he...

I splash cold water on my face. Focus.

The halls feel longer this morning as I make my way to breakfast. Each step echoes with memories of his touch, his growled commands, the way he'd pulled pleasure from my body until I'd nearly collapsed against the balcony railing. But then he'd kissed me - so gentle it made my heart ache - and disappeared into the night without a word.

The dining room doors loom before me. I straighten my dress, smooth my hair, and step inside.

Ridwan sits at the head of the table, broad shoulders rigid as he reads through papers. He doesn't look up. Annalise slouches in her chair, picking at her food while shooting suspicious glances between us.

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