Page 132 of Primal God

“It’s true,” he says, kissing my stomach before moving lower.

I lift my hips so he can tug down my pants and panties. When I’m naked from the waist down, he moves between my legs, bringing me to an orgasm with his mouth.

“Is my little girl good and wet?”

“Yes.”

“Then get on your hands and knees. And Lilith? Do hold on to the headboard.”

Goosebumps lift on my skin. Looking over my shoulder, I see him pulling out his cock. He moves behind me, filling me with a single thrust. My grip tightens on the headboard. Becausedamn.

“Oh, fuck,” I pant when he rocks into me. “That feels so good, Daddy.”

“Look how well my girl is taking my cock.”

My core is flooded with more moisture. And something about this position has me rushing toward another orgasm that’s so intense it takes my breath away.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.

His hand covers one of mine on the headboard as he comes, groaning my name.

“Lilith.Minha vida. Minha coração.”

I make soft sounds of pleasure as he drags a third orgasm from me.

Spent, I fall into the mattress until I feel normal again. Dimitri lies next to me, kissing my neck.

I turn, looking up at him. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I love him. But I don’t. He hasn’t said it back to me. Not once. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? The thought has my stomach sinking.

“I should shower since my Daddy is taking me on a date.” I give him a small smile. “And I know just the dress to wear.”

26

Lilith

Dimitri doesn’t join me in the shower, and I find myself thankful. My thoughts are a mess. It’s more than that.

My heart is a mess.

I love him so much. Hell, I think of his younger kids as my own. But if this is one-sided, then I’m going to get hurt. And I don’t know if I can handle that.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap myself in a towel and go to the vanity so I can put on lotion. I meet my gaze in the mirror.

I’m going to tell him how I feel. Tonight.

Having a plan doesn’t help the queasy feeling in my stomach, but at least it gives me something to do. If he feels the same way, then great. If he doesn’t, then I need to look at my options. I know he won’t want me to leave until we figure out what to do about Uncle Wolfe and the arranged marriage, which I understand. If anything, I can move back into my old room.

The thought has me frowning. Because, deep down, I don’t want to move into my old room.

My melancholy thoughts keep me company as I finish getting ready. I put on my favorite black dress, noticing that it’s a bit snugger than I remember. Ah well. I still look stunning. When I step into the bedroom, I find him freshly showered, dressed in all black. My heart is so full of love as I look at him, it steals my breath. Of course, my eyes immediately fill with tears.

“You look beautiful,minha vida.”

I have to clear my throat twice before I can speak.

“You’re looking pretty good yourself.” I move closer and hold on to the lapel of his blazer. “VeryDaddy.”

He grins. “Just the look I was going for. Are you ready?”

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