Page 59 of Claimed By Daddy

Not a prison, but a home.

I turn in his arms and stare up at him, blinking rapidly. “You did all this for me?”

“No, princess. I did it for us.” His hand rests gently at my waist, ever so slightly pulling me into him. “This isn’t quite what we had talked about… Not quite the home I want to give you. But right now, until things settle down, this gives us our own home.”

I blink, trying to hold them back, but I can’t stop the tears welling in my eyes. “No, Enz.” I shake my head with a smile. “It’s absolutely beautiful. It’s perfect.”

“I was going to wait until it was furnished to show you,” he murmurs. “But I couldn’t. I couldn’t keep this from you another day. I couldn’t keep the secret anymore. This isn’t building something for you. It’s about building somethingwithyou.”

He pulls me close, arms snaking tightly around my waist, and I rise onto my toes, my hands tangling in his hair as our lips meet. The kiss is soft at first, but it quickly deepens, growing urgent and intense. He lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me toward the wall of windows, wedging me between him and the icy pane.

“Enz,” I squeak as he pulls at my shirt, leaving my body bare against the glass.

“Daddy needs your pussy, princess.” He leaves a trail of warm, wet kisses along my neck, stopping just below my ear. “So badly that I’m going to let the whole fucking city watch as I fill you with our babies.”

Shoving my sweatpants over my hips, I work them just low enough to free my cock. With Eavan pinned between me and the window, granting an unfettered view of her to the city, I press my tip to her entrance. “Let them all see how your tight pussy stretches wide for Daddy’s big cock,” I groan against her neck, slowly inching myself into her—my sweats sliding down my legs and pooling around my ankles.

“I’m taking all of you. Every thick inch,” Eavan pants against my shoulder as I bury myself deep in her. “Are you proud of me, Daddy?”

Her words blow across my skin, heat and wicked intentions that leave me struggling not to unravel before her. In the time we’vebeen together, she has grown beyond comfortable in her role. She owns every dirty word that passes over her lips, knowing exactly what they do to me. It’s not just the words themselves. It’sher…The way she drops her voice just enough to make my heart race—like she’s pulling at the threads of my self-control on purpose, and brattily enjoying every second of it. She presses every button like she designed them herself. And I let her, gladly.

“Fuck, princess,” I groan, squeezing her ass. “I love that fucking mouth of yours.” My lips crash against hers, my tongue slipping between them. Working my hips, I thrust into her until I’m swallowing her moans through our kiss. I break our kiss, leaving my lips resting on hers. “Are you going to come for Daddy?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers as I thrust deep once more.

Her back slides against the smooth glass with every demanding drive of my hips, soft cries of pleasure falling over her lips every time I fill her with my cock. “You don’t have to be quiet”—I slam into her—“no one can hear you but me. And Daddy wants all your screams, princess.”

I take her hard and fast, pushing her to give me exactly what I want—the sweet sounds of her coming undone in our apartment for the first time. And she doesn’t disappoint. Eavan quivers around my cock, moans and cries of pleasure rising from her as she loses control.

“You come so fucking beautifully,” I gravelly whisper, watching her eyes go glassy as euphoria washes over her face. It’s a look I’ll never fucking get enough of. My thrusts arerelentless, keeping her teetering on the edge as she rides the never-ending wave of her release.

“Since you love… calling me… Daddy… so… fucking much,” I grit between thrusts. “Fucking. Make. Me. One.” I bury every inch of my cock in her, a breathy groan rattling from my lungs as I spill into her—pushing every drop into her. Not pulling from her, I lower us both to the floor and hold her on my lap, peppering kisses over her lips and cheeks until both of us have caught our breath again.

The sunlight spills through the windows, warming the hardwood floors. The two of us sprawl across them, tangled in each other. I ball up my sweatpants and slip them beneath Eavan’s head, her cheek resting on them like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Her hair is a mess, and her skin is still flushed—yet this might be the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her.

She traces her finger slowly along the inside of my forearm, like she’s memorizing me.Maybe she is.Neither of us speaks for a while. We don’t have to. There’s something sacred about this silence. Having her in my arms fills me with a peace I never knew before her.

“I think we need to get a couch,” she half-teases, a smile spreading across her lips.

“I don’t know…” I brush my hand down her spine. “That window and these hardwood floors have their perks.”

She lifts her head just enough to give me a lazy smirk. “That so?”

“You’re here, princess. That’s all I need.” She settles back against me, her hand moving to my jaw and her thumb brushing along the line of my beard, content with my answer.

“I’ve been thinking,” I say, my voice quieter than I expect. “About how this place won’t be empty forever.”

“So youarethinking about getting a couch?” she brats, her smile pressing into my skin.

“Well, yes.” I pause. “But more than that.”

She tilts her head, staring at me across my chest, waiting for me to continue.

“I might have been unsure before, but I see kids here,” I admit. “I want to chase them barefoot across these floors, their laughter filling this huge apartment when you yell at me for spoiling them. Because I’m going to overflow this place with toys, even when I promise that I won’t buy any more.”

Her expression softens, lips parting as if to speak, but she doesn’t. She just listens, her emerald eyes glimmering with anticipation of our future.

“And someday,” I continue, “I want to marry you.”

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