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Gently, I took her hand and led her to her bed. I pulled down the covers and watched as she climbed and settled in, her eyes growing heavy with the weight of the day’s activities. I pulled the covers snugly around her, tucking her in as if she were the most precious treasure I had ever touched. Leaning down, I pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, noting the way her cheeks flushed pinker and her smile grew wider in the moments following.

As I straightened, my gaze lingered on her for a second longer, a cascade of emotions swirling beneath the surface—desire, protectiveness, and an overwhelming need to make her mine in every way.

My eyes swept between her and the door, deciding whether or not to join her or return to my room. Honestly, I didn’t know why I even questioned it. I knew what I was going to do.

With quiet resolve, I slipped beneath the covers beside her, the warmth of the bed cocooning us in its embrace. My arms found their way around her, drawing her body close against mine. She nestled against me with a soft, breathy sigh, her head finding the crook of my shoulder, and I took a moment to marvel at the sensation of her soft skin against my own. As the moments passed and I held her closer, I could feel the steady rhythm of her breathing, a soothing lullaby that seemed to harmonize with the beat of my own heart.

I was going to relish the memory of tonight forever. Blissfully sated, I settled against her, closed my eyes, and fell asleep with her in my arms.

CHAPTER11

Irina

As the soft tendrils of morning light filtered through the curtains, I slowly stirred from my sleep, my senses awakening to the gentle rise and fall of Aidan’s chest beneath me. A contented sigh escaped my lips as I realized I was still cradled in his arms, cocooned in a sanctuary of security and warmth that felt like a dream too beautiful to be true.

I shifted slightly, feeling the strong contours of his body against mine, and a surge of blissful happiness washed over me, warming every corner of my being.

As the memory of last night washed over me, I couldn’t help but feel a flush creep up over my face. I chewed the inside of my cheek, remembering how he’d spanked my ass until it was stinging before pinning me against the wall and taking my virginity with both the gentleness and roughness that I needed.

He’d given me everything.

In the warm embrace of his arms, there was no room for regret. As I lay there, feeling his steady heartbeat against my cheek and the rise and fall of his chest, I knew that every choice had led us to this. In the quiet moments between heartbeats, I could feel the edges of my heart soften.

I was starting to fall hard.

I was supposed to be married to another man, but I found myself in the arms of someone else. Aidan had rescued me from a terrible fate, and I wished that this single moment would last forever.

I knew that it couldn’t, though.

With a soft sigh, I allowed my eyes to flutter open, greeted by the sight of him lying beside me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. His arms were still wrapped around me, holding me in a protective embrace that felt both comforting and exhilarating. Before I could speak, his lips descended upon mine in a gentle, lingering kiss that stole my breath away in a heartbeat.

“You are the most beautiful little thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.

“No one is pretty in the morning,” I blushed, but his praise made me feel cherished and adored even as I fought it.

His hand slipped down the length of my side to cup my bottom.

“Question your beauty again, princess, and I’ll put you over my knee for a real spanking,” he scolded.

Under his stern gaze, I couldn’t help but feel a small, naughty spark ignite within me, a flicker of vulnerability that contrasted with the intensity of his presence. His scolding words held an undeniable power that should anger me, and yet, there was an undeniable heat that pooled low in my belly, a testament to the desire that crackled between us. It was as if his reprimand had unearthed a secret yearning, and I didn’t really know what it meant.

Did I want him to punish mefor real?

I swallowed hard, trying to quell the heat brewing in my core, yet the more I tried to control it, the more out of control it got.

“You wouldn’t,” I replied, a part of me needing to know if he was serious or not. Was he teasing me like before just to turn me on? Or did he actually mean it?

“Let me make it clear, princess. Daddy expects you to be a good girl, and if he needs to paddle your bare bottom very thoroughly to remind you of that, he will not hesitate. Do you understand me?”

My core turned molten with heat as my pussy clenched hard.

He would…

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice shaking with arousal and trepidation. Unable to meet his gaze, I stared at his chest and tried to control my breathy panting.

“Daddy wouldn’t just paddle you either, naughty girl,” he continued, and a slight gasp escaped my lips. Shamefully aroused, I hid my face in his chest.

“You wouldn’t?”

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