Page 48 of Demon Daddy's Nanny

Her back presses into the softness of the bed as I lower her down, my hands sliding beneath her clothes with a deliberate slowness. Every inch of skin I uncover burns hotter than the last, her breaths coming quicker, her heart pounding louder. I peel the fabric away, my lips following the path of my hands, tracing the curve of her hip, the dip of her waist. She shivers under me, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling but not directing, just holding on. My wings hover over us, casting golden shadows that flicker in the dim light of the room.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I mutter, my voice rough, almost a growl. I’ve never been one for pretty words, but here, with her, they come unbidden, spilling out like a confession I’ve been holding back for too long. Her skin is warm, soft, and I can’t stop touching her, tasting her. I need to feel every part of her, to make sure she’s real, that this is real.

She’s trembling by the time I reach the heat between her legs, her thighs parting for me like an offering. I groan, low and deep, at the sight of her, wet and glistening, her scent filling the air, intoxicating. “I’ve been dying to taste you again,” I admit, my voice raw with need. “You’re fucking perfect.”

I don’t wait. I bury my face in her, my tongue sliding against her with a hunger that surprises even me. She gasps, her hips jerking, but I pin her down with one hand on her stomach, holding her steady. “Let me have you,” I growl against her, the vibrations making her moan. Her hands tighten in my hair, her breath coming in ragged bursts, and I don’t stop. My tongue flicks and circles, teasing and consuming, until she’s writhing beneath me, her pleasure building in waves that threaten to drown us both.

“Ridwan—” Her voice breaks, almost a sob, and I know she’s close. I press harder, faster, my own need forgotten in the face of hers. Her thighs clamp around my head, her back arching off the bed, and then she falls apart, her cry ringing out as she shatters in my mouth. I don’t let up, pulling every last ounce of pleasure from her until she’s limp, panting, her skin slick with sweat.

I lift my head, my chin wet, her taste lingering on my lips. Her eyes are half-lidded, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. I drag a finger through the mess on my face, watching her as I lick it clean. “You’re incredible,” I say, my voice rough, my body still aching with need. “Every damn bit of you.”

Her hands are relentless, pulling at the fabric of my shirt until I rip it off, the sound of tearing cloth loud in the quiet room. My belt is next, her fingers fumbling with the buckle before it falls to the floor with a metallic clink. She’s eager, desperate, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from losing control. Her palm wraps around me, and I groan, low and deep, my head falling back as she strokes me slowly, her touch sending electric shocks through my body.

“You’ve no idea how bad I’ve wanted you,” she whispers, her breath warm against my skin. Her fingers tighten, and I hiss, my hips jerking involuntarily. “Every night, I’ve dreamed of this. Of you.”

Her words are a match to gasoline, igniting something wild and untamed inside me. I’m already on the edge, and she’s only just begun. My hands grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh as I guide her back onto the bed. She’s spread out beneath me, her legs parting as I settle between them, my weight pressing her into the mattress.

I position myself at her entrance, the heat of her making me ache. She’s slick, ready, and I push in slowly, inch by torturous inch. Her breath hitches, her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusts to me. I grit my teeth, the sensation almost too much - she’s tight, warm, and I have to force myself to go slow, to not lose control.

“You feel…” I trail off, my voice rough, my forehead pressing against hers. I can’t find the words. She’s everything - every fantasy, every need, every craving I’ve ever had. I move deeper, and she gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me in closer.

“You’re so big,” she moans, her voice breaking. Her body stretches to accommodate me, and I groan, the sound ripped from my chest. I’m losing myself in her, in the way she fits me perfectly, like she was made for me. My hips roll, slow and steady, and she arches into me, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass.

Her nails leave faint marks, and I hiss, my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure courses through me. I’ve waited too long for this, denied myself too much. She’s mine, and the thought is intoxicating, overwhelming. My wings spread wide, casting shadows that dance across the walls as I thrust into her, each movement measured, deliberate.

Her breaths are ragged, her body trembling beneath me. I can feel her clenching around me, her pleasure building with every stroke. I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue sliding against hers. She tastes like heaven, and I can’tget enough. Her hands find their way into my hair, pulling, and I growl, the sound rumbling through my chest.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her lips, my voice thick with need. “Let go, Eva. Let me take care of you.” Her eyes lock with mine, dark and filled with trust, and I see the moment she gives in, her body relaxing, surrendering to me completely. I move faster, deeper, and she cries out, her nails digging into my skin.

“Ridwan,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I’m— I’m—” She can’t finish, her body shattering beneath me as she comes undone. I feel her clenching around me, her pleasure washing over her in waves, and I grit my teeth, holding back my own release. I want to savor this, to draw it out for as long as I can.

Her chest heaves, her eyes half-lidded as she looks up at me. “You’re incredible,” she whispers, her voice soft, reverent. Her hands slide down my back, tracing the scars there, and I shudder, the touch sending a jolt through me.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead, my breath ragged. “You’re everything,” I reply, my voice rough, my body still aching with need. “Everything.”

I can’t hold back anymore. The way she feels wrapped around me, the way her hands slide up my back and brush against the base of my wings - it’s too much. I groan, deep and guttural, as her fingers graze the sensitive feathers. My hips snap forward, harder, faster, burying myself in her over and over.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my voice rough, strained. She’s tight, wet, and every thrust drives me closer to the edge. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I hiss, the sting only fueling my need. I’m losing myself in her, in the way she meets me stroke for stroke, her body arching into mine.

Her hands trail up again, and I shudder as her fingers skim the sensitive underside of my wings. The sensation shoots straight through me, sharp and electric, and I swear under mybreath. “Careful,” I warn, my voice low, almost a growl. But I don’t stop her. I can’t.

She doesn’t listen. Her fingers grip the curve of my wing, and I curse, my hips stuttering. The pressure is unbearable, the pleasure almost too intense. My wings twitch, the feathers rustling as I fight to keep control. But she’s relentless, her touch igniting every nerve, and I’m unraveling.

I bury my face in the crook of her neck, my breath hot against her skin. My thrusts grow erratic, desperate, and she moans, her legs tightening around my waist. “Ridwan,” she gasps, her voice breaking. Her hands slide down my wings, and I groan, the sound raw, primal.

I’m so close. My body tenses, my control slipping. Her nails rake over my feathers, and I swear, my hips slamming into her one last time. Pleasure explodes through me, white-hot and overwhelming, and I bite down on her shoulder to muffle my groan.

She clings to me, her body trembling beneath mine, and I collapse on top of her, my wings shuddering as they droop to the sides. My chest heaves, my breath ragged, and I press my forehead against hers, my eyes squeezing shut.

She doesn’t say anything, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on my wings. I shiver, the sensitivity lingering, and I catch her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Enough,” I mutter, my voice rough but laced with affection. She smiles, soft and knowing, and I pull her closer, my body still humming with the aftershocks.

29

RIDWAN

Iwake slowly, savoring the weight of Eva in my arms, her bare skin pressed against mine beneath the sheets. Golden morning light filters through my wings, still curved protectively around us both. The memories of last night flood back - her gasps, her trembling fingers, the way she came apart beneath me. My chest tightens with an unfamiliar warmth.

I pull her closer, breathing in the scent of her hair, letting my hands wander over the soft curves of her body. She stirs, making a small sound that shoots straight through me. I trail kisses along her jaw, down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin.

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