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Looking over, she met her girl’s eyes, still wet with tears. And she smiled.
“Love is never, ever wrong.”
Chapter 28
Ivy
They convinced Jacob to take a nap, though it took them nearly half an hour to get him to sleep. When his breathing finally evened out, taking on the deep, steady cadence of slumber, they slipped from his bed and made their way down the hall to their own room.
Before Ivy could even close the door, Cordelia was on her, yanking Ivy into her arms.
“Need you.” The words were desperate, crawling with a reckless hunger that called to Ivy’s need to soothe, to comfort.
Tilting her head back, she invited her woman to take, to taste. Whatever Cordelia wanted, she would give. Whatever it took to ease the pain echoing in her voice and burning in her emerald gaze.
She wasn’t gentle. Rough, demanding hands pulled Ivy’s clothes from her in a frenzy that left her skin heated and her body humming with need. The fire Cordelia had been stoking all morning roared back to life with every touch.
And when Cordelia wrapped Ivy’s hair around her fist, yanking her head back so she could sink her teeth into the sensitive skin of her shoulder at the same time her free hand speared Ivy’s dripping pussy, she couldn’t have held the orgasm back if she’d tried. It ripped through her, shredding her from the inside out as she let out a shocked gasp.
“Daddy!”
Cordelia’s dark laughter vibrated against Ivy’s skin as she ran her tongue over the bite mark, soothing some of the ache. “My filthy little blossom. Again.”
She was relentless. Demanding. And again she combined pain with pleasure in that ruthless, magical way she had as she drove Ivy toward that shimmering peak again.
Clinging to her woman’s shoulders, Ivy whimpered as Cordelia continued to fuck her with those clever fingers. “Daddy, please.”
“Shhh, baby. You can take it.” With her fingers still buried in Ivy’s pussy, Cordelia backed her up against the door, furiously working her toward another orgasm. “You can take whatever I give you because you’re Daddy’s good little girl, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, Daddy.” Not only could she take it, but she would. Because that was what her woman obviously needed from her in that moment.
So she would bend, she would break if that was what Cordelia required of her. If that was what it took to soothe her woman’s battered soul.
And break she did, so many times she lost count. Up against the door, then on the bed they shared, with Cordelia’s face buried between her thighs as Ivy sobbed and thrashed with the painful pleasure being forced on her.
Until, at long last, her woman was satisfied and they collapsed on the bed together, each gasping for air, dragging in greedy lungfuls as their systems settled.
“Come here, baby.” The command was soft, full of the kind of quiet pride Cordelia often showered Ivy with after an intense session.
And like an invisible string, that gentle demand pulled Ivy into her arms, and she buried herself in Cordelia’s softness with a sigh. For a long while they simply lay like that, with Cordelia rubbing slow circles over Ivy’s back.
“My good, sweet girl,” Cordelia murmured, pressing a kiss to Ivy’s forehead. “I love you so much, baby.”
“Mmm. Love you, too.” Wiggling away a bit, she looked up into her Daddy’s stunning face. “Are you ready to talk now?”
She hated to see the grief, the pain enter those gorgeous green eyes again. But whatever was eating at Cordelia, they needed to talk about it. Shying away from those painful topics had nearly driven them apart once, and she would be damned if she let it happen again.
“The stuff with Jacob is… I don’t know. Somehow it’s both easier and harder than I expected it to be.”
“How so?”
Sighing, Cordelia rolled onto her back, and Ivy snuggled in again, letting her cheek rest on top of her Daddy’s chest, where she could hear the steady beat of her heart. “Being with him, teaching him the sex stuff, that’s easy. Easier than I expected it to be, all things considered. He’s just so sweet and… innocent, you know?”
“I do.” Ivy giggled. “I swear it was just the cutest thing when he came in his pants earlier. And it’s a little intoxicating, isn’t it? Having so much power over someone that innocent?”
“Funny, that’s how I feel about you.”
“I’m far from innocent, Dee. And I was far from innocent when you met me.”
