Chapter 50
Shoving my sweatpants over my hips, I work them just low enough to free my cock.
With Eavan pinned between me and the window, granting an unfettered view of her to the city, I press my tip to her entrance.
“Let them all see how your tight pussy stretches wide for Daddy’s big cock,” I groan against her neck, slowly inching myself into her—my sweats sliding down my legs and pooling around my ankles.
“I’m taking all of you. Every thick inch,” Eavan pants against my shoulder as I bury myself deep in her. “Are you proud of me, Daddy?”
Her words blow across my skin, heat and wicked intentions that leave me struggling not to unravel before her.
In the time we’ve been together, she has grown beyond comfortable in her role.
She owns every dirty word that passes over her lips, knowing exactly what they do to me.
It’s not just the words themselves. It’s her…
The way she drops her voice just enough to make my heart race—like she’s pulling at the threads of my self-control on purpose, and brattily enjoying every second of it.
She presses every button like she designed them herself. And I let her, gladly.
“Fuck, princess,” I groan, squeezing her ass.
“I love that fucking mouth of yours.” My lips crash against hers, my tongue slipping between them.
Working my hips, I thrust into her until I’m swallowing her moans through our kiss.
I break our kiss, leaving my lips resting on hers. “Are you going to come for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers as I thrust deep once more.
Her back slides against the smooth glass with every demanding drive of my hips, soft cries of pleasure falling over her lips every time I fill her with my cock. “You don’t have to be quiet”—I slam into her—“no one can hear you but me. And Daddy wants all your screams, princess.”
I take her hard and fast, pushing her to give me exactly what I want—the sweet sounds of her coming undone in our apartment for the first time. And she doesn’t disappoint. Eavan quivers around my cock, moans and cries of pleasure rising from her as she loses control.
“You come so fucking beautifully,” I gravelly whisper, watching her eyes go glassy as euphoria washes over her face. It’s a look I’ll never fucking get enough of. My thrusts are relentless, keeping her teetering on the edge as she rides the never-ending wave of her release.
“Since you love… calling me… Daddy… so… fucking much,” I grit between thrusts.
“Fucking. Make. Me. One.” I bury every inch of my cock in her, a breathy groan rattling from my lungs as I spill into her—pushing every drop into her.
Not pulling from her, I lower us both to the floor and hold her on my lap, peppering kisses over her lips and cheeks until both of us have caught our breath again.
The sunlight spills through the windows, warming the hardwood floors.
The two of us sprawl across them, tangled in each other.
I ball up my sweatpants and slip them beneath Eavan’s head, her cheek resting on them like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Her hair is a mess, and her skin is still flushed—yet this might be the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her.
She traces her finger slowly along the inside of my forearm, like she’s memorizing me. Maybe she is. Neither of us speaks for a while. We don’t have to. There’s something sacred about this silence. Having her in my arms fills me with a peace I never knew before her.
“I think we need to get a couch,” she half-teases, a smile spreading across her lips.
“I don’t know…” I brush my hand down her spine. “That window and these hardwood floors have their perks.”
She lifts her head just enough to give me a lazy smirk. “That so? ”
“You’re here, princess. That’s all I need.” She settles back against me, her hand moving to my jaw and her thumb brushing along the line of my beard, content with my answer.
“I’ve been thinking,” I say, my voice quieter than I expect. “About how this place won’t be empty forever.”
“So you are thinking about getting a couch?” she brats, her smile pressing into my skin.
“Well, yes.” I pause. “But more than that.”
She tilts her head, staring at me across my chest, waiting for me to continue.
“I might have been unsure before, but I see kids here,” I admit. “I want to chase them barefoot across these floors, their laughter filling this huge apartment when you yell at me for spoiling them. Because I’m going to overflow this place with toys, even when I promise that I won’t buy any more.”
Her expression softens, lips parting as if to speak, but she doesn’t. She just listens, her emerald eyes glimmering with anticipation of our future.
“And someday,” I continue, “I want to marry you.”
Her breath catches, and her throat bobs as she swallows hard.
“I know the timing is crazy,” I admit, “but I mean it. I want to wake up beside you every day and know you’re mine in every way. Not just in this life, but in name, too. I want to build something amazing with you… as my wife.”
Eavan’s eyes don’t falter from mine, but she doesn’t say a word. My answer comes as she leans forward and presses her lips to mine. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, my hand wrapping around the back of her neck. I pull her lips back to mine and claim her mouth—kissing my forever.
“I never thought I’d have something this good,” I murmur against her lips. “Someone as amazing as you. Not with all the things I’ve done...”
“You have me,” she vows. “I don’t care what you’ve done or what you’re going to do. I only care about the man you are inside these walls. The man who puts me on a pedestal and worships me like a queen.”
“Because you are,” I whisper. “Every king needs their queen.”
She rests her head against my chest again, and we lie like that, wrapped around each other, breathing in the same rhythm. The apartment is empty, but it already feels full—with our promises of the future we plan to build together.
I press a kiss to her temple and close my eyes. I’ve protected a lot of things in my life—territory, money, power—but nothing like this. Nothing like her .
My everything. My home.
And someday soon, my wife.