Page 58 of Maddox

It was over. Or as good as.

Chapter Nineteen

CLARE

I opened my eyes, knowing exactly where I was, and while I wanted to snuggle all day I needed to pee, so I tried to slide out without waking Daddy. “Where’re you off to?”

“I need the bathroom,” I whispered for some reason. Daddy got out of bed and I gazed at the hand he held out. “I—”

“I know you’re not ready for me to be in there while you pee, but I think you should have a Little day today—all day—so Daddy’s going to take you, and I’ll give you a few minutes of privacy while I pick out some clothes for my princess, then we’re going to see how hungry you are.”

I swallowed and came closer. “I’m very hungry, Daddy,” making it obvious I didn’t mean food. He smirked, then led me to the bathroom, and left me so I could have a moment. When he heard the toilet flush, he was back in, washing my hands and helping me brush my teeth. I went back into the bedroom to give him a couple of minutes and looked at the stuffies that were sharing our bed, and very carefully put them on the dresser. Then I turned them around because I had no intention of letting them watch. By the time Daddy came out of the bathroom I was back in bed, but naked.

And so ready.

His eyes darkened when he saw me, naked and waiting. "Princess," he said, his voice a low rumble. "What's this?"

I bit my lip, suddenly feeling shy despite my boldness moments before. "I don't want a Little day yet, Daddy. I want...I want you."

He approached the bed slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. "Are you sure, sweetheart? After everything that happened yesterday..."

I nodded, reaching for him. "I need to feel you. I need to know I'm yours."

Daddy sat on the edge of the bed, his hand gently cupping my face, careful of the bruise. "You are mine, Clare. Nothing will ever change that."

"Show me," I whispered. "Please."

His expression softened as he leaned down to kiss me, his lips gentle against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel his weight, his strength.

"I love you, princess," he murmured against my mouth. "But we can go slow. We have all the time in the world."

But I didn't want slow. I needed to erase the memory of Blakeny's hands on me, needed to replace fear with pleasure, terror with love. I tugged at his t-shirt impatiently.

Daddy pulled back just enough to remove his shirt, revealing the broad expanse of his chest. I ran my hands over his skin, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm.

"I love you too, Daddy," I whispered, the words coming naturally. "But I need you right now."

He searched my face, his eyes dark with desire but also concern. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

I nodded, my hands sliding down to the waistband of his shorts. "I've never been more sure of anything."

With a groan, he captured my mouth again, his kiss deeper this time, more urgent. His hands roamed my body, touching me with reverence, as if I were something precious. When his fingers slid between my folds, I gasped against his lips.

"So wet for me already," he murmured, his voice husky. "My beautiful princess."

I arched into his touch, my body responding instantly. "Please, Daddy. I need more."

He took his time, his fingers and mouth thoroughly exploring every inch of me until I was quaking with desperate need. He reached over to grab a condom, then when he finally positioned himself between my thighs, he paused, locking eyes with me. I tugged urgently at his arms, and he groaned deeply. “Princess,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “How did I ever get so unbelievably lucky?”

With agonizing slowness and precision, he entered me, filling me completely, tearing a gasp from my lips. He remained motionless, allowing me time to adjust, his gaze intensely fixed on mine, but this princess didn’t have time for patience, and I rocked my hips. It was his turn to gasp. “Clare, I—”

Daddy was always careful. Always controlled. And I loved how he treated me like I was precious, but not now. Now I wanted what he was holding back. I wanted everything.

“Good,” I blurted out, desperation eating at me. And maybe it was that word, maybe it was what he heard in my voice, maybe it was that finally his iron control slipped, but whatever the reason, he was suddenly thrusting inside my body, and it was glorious. I could feel my orgasm building. “Daddy, don’t stop, just—yes,” I shrieked as his fingers slid between us and found my clit. It wasn’t that he pushed me over the edge, it was more that he launched me into space.

“Daddy,” I panted, after realizing that we’d both fallen together. He nuzzled my neck, words seeming to fail him. He collapsed onto his back and took me with him, and I groaned as aftershocks flickered through me at the change in position as I lay sprawled on his chest.

I wasn’t sure I could ever move again. Not that I wanted to.

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