Page 41 of Papa's Desires
But Papa took care ofher.
He gently withdrew from her cunny, then pulled the plug from her bottom. He swept her up in his arms and settled on the bed, moving back against the pillows as he held her tight. She laced her arms around his neck, lightheaded from the euphoria of her recent release, and overcome by the affection for her papa that tightened in herchest.
The rift had been sealed. Truly, it had. There was no despair left between them, not even the smallest twinge of an achingheart.
He stroked her hair from her face and smiled down at her. His love washed over her, a multitude of warmth andtenderness.
“Cynny,” Papa said. “My sweetCynny.”
She nestled her face to his chest and listened to his heart beating as she felt hers thumping in her own chest. Just as she suspected, their hearts were indeed beating intune.
Together asone.
