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The feeling of his full, throbbing cock inside me is a little uncomfortable at first but I realize something. This is Damon’s cock, filling me up, claiming me, marking me as his.

I want to be your first and hopefully your last.

I realize that I want that, too. It doesn’t make sense but I do. I want to only be in this man’s arms and nobody else's. The thought makes my eyes water.

“Are you okay?”

I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs tighter around his waist. I look at him as my need for release grows stronger.

“Fuck me harder, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he says and pulls his dick out, slamming it in harder this time.

I gasp at the sensation, feeling him stretch me, fill me completely. It’s intense and overwhelming, but also incredibly satisfying. I feel him moving inside me, and it's the most beautiful feeling.

He takes his time, making sure I’m comfortable, adjusting his pace to match my reactions. The pleasure builds, and I can feel myself getting lost in the sensation, in the connection we’re sharing. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of, and more.

He fucks me and explores me. Grabbing my bouncing tits, pinching my nipples, rubbing my clit, even sliding his fingers into my mouth so I can suck on them.

The soft cries of pleasure that escape my lips mix with his grunts.

Each thrust, each touch, sends shivers through me, and I’m overwhelmed with the intensity of what we’re experiencing together.

“You’re going to be a good girl and take Daddy’s cum, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

His cock twitches inside me, and I feel an explosive release, a wave of pleasure that leaves me breathless.

Damon follows closely behind, his groans and murmurs mingling with mine as we both ride the wave of our climax.

Afterward, as we lie together, Damon wraps his arms around me.

He kisses my forehead and murmurs, “I’m afraid I can’t let you go, Alice.”

“I don’t want you to.”

Chapter 6

Damon

As the soft light of dawn filters through the curtains, I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Alice sleep. Her chest rises and falls in slow, steady breaths and her face looks peaceful and relaxed.

She looks so delicate. Like she hasn’t been marred by the chaos of this world. She’s pure and untouched despite how fucked up life can be.

I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve known power, control, and the rush of making decisions that can shift empires, but with Alice, it’s something else entirely. It’s as if every fiber of my being is drawn to her, willing to do anything just to see her smile, to hear her voice, to keep her safe.

I realize now—what I felt when I saw her on that stage wasn’t just lust or desire. Even though there was plenty of that, there was something else, too. Something primal, something deep. And that scares me more than anything.

I knew what it was back then, but it was hard to accept. It felt impossible.

How could I be in love with a woman just by setting eyes on her? I’ve spent my life building walls around myself, never allowing anyone to get too close. But with Alice, it’s like those walls don’t exist. I want her to know that she’s safe with me, that I would burn the world down before I’d ever let anyone hurt her again.

I need to make her feel secure, like she’s never felt before. From now on, she’s mine, but not in the way men like Kirk think she is. She’s mine to protect, to cherish, to love.

She stirs in her sleep, shifting slightly as the blanket slips off her body, revealing her bare skin, marked by the hickeys I left last night. Her breasts, full and perfect, rise and fall as she breathes. My eyes trail down the smooth line of her torso to the curve of her hips. I can’t help it—my body responds instinctively, and I feel the familiar pressure building in my pants.

I try to resist the temptation. I don’t want to wake her, but seeing her like this, so vulnerable and yet so utterly tempting, stirs something deep inside me.

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