Page 16 of Taken By the Wolf Daddy

“I’ve changed,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. “I have a daughter now. I have responsibilities. I can’t go back to the way things were.”

“Responsibilities,” she spat the word like it was poison. “You mean Marie and that brat, Belle?”

Her words stung, and my hands clenched into fists at my sides. How did she always seem to know so much about me? It was utterly unnerving. “Don’t you dare talk about them that way. Belle is my daughter, and Marie is...”

“What? Your new lover?” Ophelia interrupted, her voice rising. “Do you really think she can replace me?”

“Marie is my friend, and Belle’s caretaker,” I said, trying to remain calm. “You need to leave, Ophelia.”

Her eyes flashed with rage, and she took a step closer. “I’m not going anywhere, Jesse. You can’t just push me away. I won’t let you.”

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. “If you don’t leave, I’ll have no choice but to call the police.”

Ophelia’s eyes widened, and for a moment, I thought she might back down. But then she laughed, a high, hysterical sound that sent chills down my spine. “You think you can scare me with the police? I’ve been through worse, Jesse. Much worse.”

“Ophelia, please,” I said, my voice breaking. “For both our sakes, just go.”

“No!” she screamed, lunging forward and grabbing my arm. Her nails dug into my skin, and I winced in pain. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

“Let go of me,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to pull my arm free.

But she only tightened her grip, her eyes wild and desperate. “I won’t let you go, Jesse. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

The sound of Belle’s cry cut through the tension, and I used the distraction to yank my arm free. “Get away from me, Ophelia,” I said, stepping back. “Stay away from my family.”Her face contorted with frustration and anger as she realized I wasn’t going to give in. “Fine, Jesse,” she spat, her voice dripping with bitterness. “But don’t think this is over. I’ll find a way back into your life. I always do, don’t I?”

“Not when it’s been years…”

“Jesse, you will always want me.”

As Ophelia stormed off, leaving me in a whirlwind of emotions, I knew I had to shift my focus back to my daughter, Belle. She was my top priority and ensuring her safety and well-being was paramount. No matter what was going on.

I approached the house cautiously, mindful of not waking Belle in my arms. The events of the evening had undoubtedly left her frightened and confused, and I wanted to provide her with the comfort and security she needed. Gently, I opened the front door and stepped inside, being as quiet as possible. The house was dimly lit, and the soft glow of a lamp in the living room illuminated our path. I made my way to Belle’s room, to lay her peacefully in her bed.

Kneeling down beside her, I brushed a few strands of hair from her face and watched her sleeping form. Despite the chaos that had unfolded earlier, she seemed to have found some solace in her dreams. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of love and protectiveness for my daughter, a feeling that had only grown stronger over time.

As I made my way to my bedroom to finally rest, my thoughts inevitably turned to Marie, the woman who had captured my heart in ways I had never imagined. I much preferred to think about her than Ophelia. Even though nothing could really happen between us, she was more my future, and Ophelia was my past. I thought about her smile, her laugh, the way she made me feel, and that came with me all the way into the depths of my dreams…

In my dreams, Marie told me that she loved me once more before she leaned in, wanting to feel my lips on hers. My hand lingered on her waist, holding her close, and pulling her closer towards me. It was magical, mystical, perfect. The kiss was amazing, better than I ever thought it could be.

With deliberate movements, I undid the buttons of Marie’s dress, revealing her curves and the delicate lace bra underneath. I couldn’t resist brushing my fingers along her smooth skin, sending an obvious wave of pleasure through her body. Meanwhile, she unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my muscular torso and the trail of hair leading to my groin, which she seemed to take great pleasure in. Our touches became more fervent, fueled by the intense desire burning between us.

Slowly, I slid Marie’s dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, wearing nothing but her lacy bra and high heels. I smiled appreciatively, admiring her beauty as she stood before me, vulnerable yet powerful.

In response, Marie reached for my belt, slowly undoing it and letting my pants fall to the ground. My erection sprang forth, hard and proud, revealing my arousal. She took it in her hands, gently stroking the length of it, feeling the power she held over me.

My deep voice broke the silence, “I want you so badly, Marie, you have no idea.”

She looked up at me, our eyes locking, conveying our mutual desire.

A sense of urgency overtook us as we finally reached the bed.

Marie sat down on the edge, allowing me to take control. I positioned myself between her legs, my hands skimming her thighs, causing shivers to run through her body. With gentle but firm movements, I lifted her leg over my shoulder, opening her fully to my exploration.

She looked at me with desire-filled eyes, inviting me to continue. “Take your time,” she breathed, her words making my cock twitch in anticipation. Slowly, I dipped my head, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, drawing it into my hot tongue.

Marie arched her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy. My hand moved between her legs, finding her wet and ready for me. Gently, I pushed a finger inside her, eliciting a moan from her lips. She tightened around my finger, her body craving my touch even more.

I knew she needed release, and I wanted to give it to her. I craved that. Pulling away from her breast, I kissed my way down her body, stopping at her hips to tease her with my tongue, then continuing down to her inner thigh.

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