Chapter 28

“Jesus fucking Christ, princess,” I whisper-shout, stepping into my room and finding Eavan curled up in my bed. Quickly shutting the door behind me, I grumble, “Your brother and Nik are wide awake downstairs.”

She drops the covers, revealing that other than the necklace I gave her earlier, the sheets were the only thing she was wearing.

And suddenly, I don’t care how risky it is to have her in my room.

My eyes rake over her gorgeous naked body as she crawls toward the edge of the bed, her hungry stare not once faltering.

“It’s after midnight. He’s going to assume I’m already in bed.

And I am… Just not the one he thinks,” she flirtatiously whispers with a smirk.

“You’ re getting pretty fucking brazen, princess.” I cross the room and stand at the edge of the bed before her as she rises to her knees, unable to hide my smile. I love that she’s finding this side of herself—so fucking confident with her sexuality.

“I was worried and needed to know you got home okay.” She looks up at me like she knows something terrible happened tonight—like she can feel it. “People died tonight, didn’t they?”

I nod once, dusting my knuckles along the soft swell of her rosy cheek. “They had to.”

She reaches for me, her fingers slipping beneath my jacket and sliding up the front of my chest like she’s making sure I’m actually here. Her fingertips reach the cool metal of the bullet lodged in the vest I’m still wearing, and her whole body tenses. “Enz?” she chokes.

Wordlessly I pull her hand from my chest and lift it to my lips, kissing her fingertips, and whisper against her soft skin, “I’m okay, princess.” Tears well in her eyes as I place her hand back on my chest and shed my ruined jacket.

I grip the straps fastening the vest along my sides, and the loud rip of the separating Velcro fills the room. After lifting it over my head, I drop it to the floor with a thud and reassure her. “There’s no need for tears.”

Her hand presses to my chest, rubbing where the vest stopped the bullet from piercing my skin.

With one hand gripping my shirt at the nape of my neck, I pull it over my head, leaving her hand resting against the bare skin of my chest—proving to her nothing happened to me.

I cup her round face and promise, “Nothing in this world could drag me away from you.”

My lips crash against hers, and I snake my arms around her, lifting her up to me as she wraps her legs around my waist. Our kiss grows deeper with every step as I carry her into the adjoining bathroom.

I set her on the cool, dark marble of the bathroom vanity and fumble to unlace my boots as I continue to claim her mouth.

“Fuck.” I laugh against her lips, thoroughly regretting my shoe choice tonight.

We break our kiss, and I quickly turn on the shower and crouch before her to untie my boots.

Her dainty feet adorably dangle from the counter as I rid myself of the heavy shoes.

I glance up to find her thighs slightly parted, just enough to garner me an unfettered view of her pussy.

“I need to taste you,” I mutter, leaning onto my knees, gripping her hips, and yanking her to the edge of the counter.

My lips press into the side of her left knee and leave a trail of kisses up her inner thigh as I drape her leg over my shoulder.

I repeat the motion with her other leg, leaving her spread wide with perfect pink perfection resting inches from my lips.

“Be quiet for Daddy and I’ll let you come. ”

Without further warning, I bury my face in her and lap through the sweet tang of her pussy with a growl.

A gasp blows over her lips as she leans back and presses her shoulders against the cold mirror behind her.

Her hips swirl, and she silently grinds her clit against my tongue.

I can’t get enough of her reaction to my touch—every movement only makes me want to feast on her more .

“I fucking love the taste of you,” I groan against her pussy between slow, sensual swipes of my tongue.

Rising to my feet as I continue to run my tongue over her swollen clit, my fingers work swiftly to rid me of my pants.

I push them over my hips and kick them down my legs as I pull her against my mouth.

Her fingers lace through my hair, dragging my tongue exactly where she needs me, and she unfurls with a string of breathy whimpers.

“Such a good girl.” I pepper my praise up her soft stomach with a trail of wet kisses.

My cock presses against her slick entrance as I reach her lips and pull her into me, claiming her mouth.

She mewls quietly into our kiss, our tongues wrestling as I coat hers with the sweetness of her arousal, and the bathroom continues to fill with steam.

I slide my cock into her with ease and wrap her body around me in one swift motion—our kiss silencing the beautiful fucking moan that rattles from her lungs when I fill her.

The tiles have grown slick with condensation beneath my feet, so I carefully carry her into the walk-in shower.

The water spills in gentle streams from the rainfall shower head above us, the fiery droplets cascading over us both, and the dense steam wrapping around us like a second skin.

A tiny gasp blows over Eavan’s lips when I press her back to the cool, condensation-covered tiles of the shower.

The water spills over us—down my neck, my spine, and between our bodies to where I’m buried deep inside her.

Droplets trickle down her face, over the swell of her desire-flushed cheeks, and she looks almost too perfect to be real.

“You’ re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper, easing my cock from her nearly to the tip and slowly inch back in.

Her body pinned between me and the shower wall, I take my time and savor every leisurely thrust. Kissing her lips, her neck, and whispering into her ear, I keep her teetering on the edge.

Her chest heaves, causing the ample swell of her tits and her pert nipples to slide along my slick skin.

She squeezes her thighs and flexes her hips, trying to meet my thrusts—desperate for more.

My eyes meet her searing emerald gaze—the bright green pools full of lust and need.

“Use your words, princess,” I tenderly demand, dipping my face into the crook of her neck.

I kiss over her warm, wet skin and suck lightly before licking up the side of her neck.

My tongue dusts along the shell of her ear, and I draw her earlobe between my lips.

I nip at it and drag it through my teeth as I let it go. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

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