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Damian took his time, further exploring her body with his hands and mouth, his touch both reverent and demanding. He kneaded her breasts, sucking and nipping her nipples until she was a panting, writhing mess. She squirmed as he trailed kisses over her stomach and dipped his tongue into her belly button. She tensed, and her heart pounded wildly in anticipation when he moved lower, kneeling before her.
Looking up at her, his eyes turned dark with lust. “Spread your legs for me, babygirl,” he commanded softly as his hands gently coaxed her thighs apart.
Elle complied, her breath catching as he leaned in, his tongue tracing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. With shivers wracking over her, she curled her fingers against the marble, desperate for something to hold on to as he inched closer to her core.
Her body was a symphony of sensation, each note playing in perfect harmony, building toward a crescendo that promised to be explosive. It continued to build, the pressure coiling tight in her belly as the ache between her legs grew more insistent with each touch and kiss. She was a creature of need, of desire, and she was his to command, his to claim… his to possess.
And she wouldn't have it any other way.
“Daddy…” she wailed as the first touch of his tongue against her clit sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. She cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily. Damian gripped her hips, holding her steady as he feasted on her. He teased and suckled, drawing out a composition of moans and whimpers from deep within her.
“Daddy, please,” she begged, her body taut with lust. “I need more. I need you.”
Eyes darkening with hunger, he looked up at her. “Come for me first, little one.” His breath was hot against her sensitive flesh. “Come for me, then I’ll give you what you need.”
Redoubling his efforts, his tongue flicked against her clit with relentless precision. The pressure inside her became unbearable, then the coil snapped.
“Ahhh! Fuuuck!” Her scream echoed off the shower walls. Elle came undone as the orgasm crashed over her in waves of exquisite pleasure.
Damian straightened and gripped her hips, holding her steady as she rode out the climax. Then, with a swift, powerful thrust, he was inside her, claiming her with wild abandonment.
“Oh-oh… God, that feels so good!” Elle moaned as he locked eyes with her. He held her there, pinned against the wall, with his body commanding hers.
“You are so beautiful, little one.” With a slow, sensual smile, he began to move, each thrust deliberate, each roll of his hips designed to draw out maximum pleasure. “You feel so good, babygirl.” His voice was rough with desire. “So tight, so wet, and so fucking perfect.”
Elle could only whimper in response as her body was overwhelmed by sensation. She clung to him with her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs locked around his waist. He drove into her again and again, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.
“Now, love. Come with me, little one,” he commanded in a voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Now, Elle.”
With a final, powerful thrust, they both tumbled over the edge, their cries of pleasure echoing through the steam-filled chamber. Elle clung to him, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm. Damian held her tight as his body shook with his own release.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Elle murmured as she slumped against the wall.
“No, baby girl. This is us… who we are. Our desires are in sync. All you ever have to do is ask if you need it fed. It doesn’t matter if one of your Daddies isn’t around. It’s allowed to be with just one of us. Remember that, Elle.”
“Is this why Daddy Drake isn’t here? To teach me we are a triad even though we’re not always together?”
“That wasn’t the intention, but if that’s the lesson you learned, it served the purpose.”
Elle smiled wanly. Suddenly, they offered her choices. It was confusing since it was in contrast to always making the choices for her. How the hell was she supposed to keep her focus on pretending she was going to stay when they kept changing the rules?
With a sigh, she gave over to Damian as he gently washed and dried her with tender care.
“Hmm,” she sighed as he wrapped her in a soft towel before picking her up and carrying her to the bed. “I’ve never had a shower like that,” she lilted as Damian began to massage her sated muscles.
Elle drifted off, lulled by his gentle touch. A soft smile played on her lips. She was safe, she was cherished, and she was loved. And in that moment, nothing else mattered except…
“I miss Daddy Drake,” she murmured as sleep claimed her.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Two weeks later
Estate, Dreamer’s Cove
Elle
“We’re expecting guests today, Elle.” Amanda’s voice carried across the nursery as Elle sat up in her crib. A lazy yawn escaped her lips as she stretched, her muscles relaxing after another night in the oversized baby bed. These past weeks, Amanda had become more than just a nanny. Her presence offered comfort after punishments, and her mature understanding bridged the gap between Elle’s reality and her role-play.
