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Fuck me. Sweetest word he’d ever heard from the prettiest, sweetest Little girl he’d ever met. He lifted her hand, brought it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles.
Releasing her might have been the most difficult thing he’d encountered today also. He was done keeping his distance. His libido was done waiting. But they needed to eat, so he forced himself to set her hand back on her tray, and commanded, “Eat, Little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
Yeah, his balls were going to turn blue any second.
Chapter Fourteen
Leah couldn’t remember actually chewing her food or how it disappeared from her plate. She could only assume she’d been so ravenous that she’d eaten every bite from muscle memory.
The entire time, she’d repeatedly visualized Elias feeding her like he’d threatened. Would he really do that? Feed her? She didn’t want to admit it, but a part of her wanted to hand him the fork and let him do as he’d suggested.
He kept insisting she would come around and find comfort in the ways of his people, and she kept thinking he was losing his marbles, but aspects of the life he was pressuring her to live were tempting her. It was unnerving. Why would she want him to feed her? It made no sense.
All she could think was that like he’d said, she felt drawn to submit to him. She wanted to please him. She wanted to see him smile. If it made him smile to feed her, then she would be all in because her body grew warm when he smiled his approval.
When they were finished, Elias left her buckled in the highchair while he cleaned the kitchen. As soon as the last dish was in the dishwasher and the last pot washed and put away, he returned to her with a wet cloth, which he used to wipe her lips and then clean her hands.
“Daddy…” she argued, turning the word into far more than two syllables. Now that she’d called him that several times, it was getting easier, sounding more authentic.
Elias removed the tray, and then his hands came to the buckle at her waist. “As pretty as this dress is, it’s time to get you out of it.”
She pursed her lips. She wouldn’t argue with him because even though she was scared out of her mind about what might happen next between them, she wanted this dress off, too.
Leah had worn dresses in this same style all her life, but suddenly, today, she felt like she was choking on the high neckline.
She giggled when he lifted her up and pressed her against his chest so they were face to face. Her legs dangled. He was so tall that her feet were nowhere near the floor.
He chuckled, too. “I would love for you to be able to wrap your legs around me, but this long dress and layers of material are in the way. I’m never putting something this constrictive on you again.”
She bit her lip. He’d mentioned his aversion to such modest clothing twice now. Apparently he meant it. The thought of her arms and legs bare was intriguing. She’d always hated the restrictive dresses that made it difficult to move around her canvases. She’d often splattered paint on her skirts or dipped her sleeves in it. What would it be like to work on her passion without all the cumbersome layers?
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her from the kitchen, but when she gave him a squeeze, they both froze.
Elias stopped moving. His breath hitched.
Leah’s eyes went wide as she stared into his. The sleeve on her right wrist had gotten shoved up a few inches, exposing her mark, which now pressed against her Daddy’s neck.
He started breathing heavier and held her tighter.
A fluttering sensation consumed her, making her heart race. Her breasts ached where they pressed against his chest. “Daddy…” Her voice was breathy.
Elias finally continued forward but at a faster clip. He didn’t stop until he reached his bed, where he lowered her onto her back and cupped her face. “I’m going to kiss you, Leah. It’s going to change everything.”
Her wrist was still touching his neck. She couldn’t seem to break the contact, or she didn’t want to. It scared the daylight out of her, all these feelings and emotions, but she was curious, and part of her wanted more.
She wanted to know…everything. “Kiss me.”
He dropped his lips to hers, starting slow, nibbling along her mouth and down to her neck and over behind her ear.
She was panting by the time he kissed a path back to her lips, and then he made good on what he’d said. Everything changed.
Elias angled his head to one side, licked the seam along her lips, and dipped his tongue into her mouth.
She hesitated only a moment before joining him in the exploration, letting her tongue dance with his as they tasted each other for the first time. Her body heated, and she moaned when he gently sucked her tongue, tugging on it just enough to make her eyes pop wide.
Suddenly he released her lips, leaving her panting and desperate. She whimpered. “Daddy…”
