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Her shiver against me was the spark that ignited the wildfire in my chest. I could see her gripping the edge of the counter, her knuckles whitening under the force of it.
It was intoxicating, the way her body reacted to me without her saying a word.
She didn't need to. Every small tremble, every sharp breath—it all screamed my name.
"Careful, little one," I growled against her ear, my lips brushing her skin. "Keep pushing me, and you might not like where it leads."
Her soft, defiant laugh made my blood run hotter. She tilted her head slightly a naughty smile on her lips, giving me more access to her neck, and whispered, "Maybe I will."
I froze for a moment, her words slicing through the last thread of control I had left. My lips curled into a dark grin. "Is that so?"
Before she could respond, I turned the barstool she was seated on to face me, towering over her as I gripped the armrests. Her wide eyes locked on mine, a mixture of surprise and anticipation swirling in their depths.
"You think it's fun to tease me, don't you?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous.
She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushed a tempting shade of pink. "Maybe a little," she murmured, trying to hold her ground.
I leaned in, my hands sliding down to grip the sides of the stool, caging her in. "Little one, you have no idea what you're playing with."
Her breath hitched, and I watched as her tongue darted out to wet her lips—a nervous habit that only made me want her more.
"I think I do," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
A dark chuckle escaped me, and I tilted her chin up with my fingers, forcing her to meet my gaze. "If you think you can handle me, prove it," I said, my voice a challenge.
She hesitated for a moment, her teeth catching her bottom lip. And then, she did something that nearly undid me—she leaned forward and pressed the softest, most innocent kiss to the corner of my mouth, her tongue purposefully licking me on that spot.
"You're playing with fire, Lenora," I warned, my voice a growl.
"Maybe I like the burn," she countered, her voice trembling but determined.
That was it. That was all I could take.
I lifted her from the chair effortlessly, setting her on the counter like she weighed nothing. My hands gripped her thighs, spreading them apart so I could step between them. The way her breath hitched, the way her fingers curled around my shoulders for balance—it all drove me mad.
"Say it baby," I commanded, my voice firm as I gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me.
Her brows furrowed in what she made it pretend confusion. "Say what?" she sassed.
"Don't test my patience stellina," I gripped her tight. "You know what," I said, my fingers trailing up her thigh, pushing the hem of my oversized shirt higher.
Her cheeks turned crimson, and she bit her lip again. "Luca—"
"Wrong," I cut her off, my tone dark.
Her blush deepened, and I could see the hesitation in her gaze.
"Come on, love," I repeated, my hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look at me.
"Daddy," she whispered, her voice so quiet I almost didn't hear it.
"That's my girl," I murmured my cock turning harder by each second, as my lips captured hers in a searing kiss.
The world fell away as I devoured her, my hands roaming her body like I'd been starving for her. She responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, legs wrapped around my waist.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips down her jaw and to the sensitive spot on her neck. She moaned, her head falling back as I nipped at her skin, leaving faint marks that I knew she'd blush at later.
"You're mine, Lenora," I growled against her neck, my hands gripping her hips firmly. "No one else gets to touch you, to hear the sounds you make, to see you like this."
She whimpered, her nails digging into my shoulders as her body arched against mine.
"Ohh daddy," she gasped throwing her head back, her voice trembling with both shyness and need.
Fuck.
I groaned, my control slipping further as I kissed her again, this time slower, deeper, savoring every second.
She was mine, completely and utterly mine, and I'd make damn sure she never doubted it again.
Her breath hitched sharply when I kissed my way down her neck, nipping at her collarbone, and her body arched against me.
Every sound she made, every shiver of her body—it was like fuel to the fire raging in my chest. She whimpered when my hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt, my shirt, gripping her hips firmly and tugging her closer to the edge of the counter.
"You look so good in this," I murmured, my voice husky and raw. "But it needs to come off."
Before she could respond, I ripped the shirt off her, button tearing down as they rolled onto the polished marble floor, leaving her bare before me.
My breath caught at the sight of her flushed skin, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shaky breath.
Her breasts, not too big nor too small-just the perfect side for my hand.
Her pink nipples which had turned hard as little rocks now.
She tried to cross her arms over herself, but I grabbed her wrists gently, pinning them to her sides.
"Don't," I growled, my tone leaving no room for argument. "Don't ever hide from me, Lenora."
Her wide, vulnerable eyes met mine, and I could see the hesitation mingled with trust. Slowly, she let her hands drop, exposing herself fully.
"Good girl," I said, my voice softer this time.
Her blush deepened, and she looked away, but I wasn't having that. Tilting her chin up with my fingers, I forced her to look at me.
"Keep those beautiful eyes on me," I commanded, and she nodded slightly, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.
I trailed kisses down her neck, taking my time kissing around her breasts as I fondled with the other.
Sucking her hard nipples as she cried out in pleasure.
Bite Suck Kiss. I repeated it until they turned dark and swollen, I trailed kisses along her stomach, taking my time, savoring her.
Licking her little belly, as I tongued it, she trembled beneath my touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
And when I finally knelt before her, she tensed, her hands gripping the edge of the counter.
"Relax, baby," I murmured, my hands sliding up her thighs, parting them further. "Let me take care of you."
Her eyes met mine, wide , and then she nodded, her trust in me evident. I pressed a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh, relishing the way her body jolted at the contact.
Fuck I've missed this pussy of hers.
"You're so beautiful, Lenora," I said, my voice filled with reverence as I kissed my way up her thighs. "Every part of you."
She gasped sharply when I kissed her sensitive pussy, which had already started creaming; her body arching instinctively. I gripped her hips, holding her still as I pressed another kiss there and flicked my tongue on her bud, teasing her hole.
"Luca," she whimpered, her voice a mix of desperation and need.
"Wrong," I growled, my breath hot against her.
Her hands gripped the counter tighter, her knuckles white as she stammered, "D-Daddy...please.."
A dark groan escaped me, and I pressed my tongue to her hard before starting to slowly tongue her tight hole.
Fuck. Her back arched, and she cried out, loud and desperate, her hands flying to my hair, tugging at the strands tight as she pressed my head further bucking her hips against my face as I kept tongue fucking her.
"That's my good little girl," I murmured against her, my voice rough. "Scream for me"
Her body trembled at my words as her juices started to leak more. I worked her over, every moan, every cry spurring me on. She was completely undone, her head thrown back, her nails scraping against my scalp as she chanted my that title that sent my blood roaring.
"More daddy.." she moaned which was almost a scream as I kept going fast, my fingers rubbing her clit furiously as other hand reached up grabbing her breast playing with her swollen little nipple.
I growled in satisfaction, my pace relentless as I pushed her closer to the edge. "That's it, stellina. Let go for me."
Her scream echoed through the kitchen as she came apart, wet and hot all over as I lapped up every drop savoring her sweetness. Her body trembling violently beneath my hold. I didn't stop, didn't let up, drawing every ounce of pleasure from her until she was a boneless, panting mess.
When I finally pulled back, I looked up at her, my lips curling into a satisfied smirk at the sight of her flushed, blissed-out face, her legs still shaking as she struggled to catch her breath.
"You're perfect," I said, standing and pulling her into my arms. She was still shaking, her breath uneven, but she clung to me as if I were her anchor.
"Luca.." she whispered, her voice soft and unsure.
"Shh.." I kissed her head slowly rocking her body against my chest until her breath evened out.
"How are you feeling sweet girl?" I murmured giving kisses all over her face as she leaned onto them, savoring it all.
"Good.." she blushed her eyes still desperate. I knew she wanted all of me and soon I would claim her completely.
I tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at me. "You're mine, Lenora," I said firmly, my eyes locking with hers. "Only mine. Don't ever forget that."
Her eyes softened, and she nodded, her lips parting as she whispered, "Yours."
My chest swelled with pride and possessiveness at her words. She was mine—every inch of her, every breath she took—and I'd do whatever it took to protect her, to keep her safe, to make her happy.
"You're perfect," I said, my voice softer now, filled with an affection I hadn't known I was capable of. "And I'll spend the rest of my life proving that to you."
Her cheeks flushed, and she buried her face in my chest again, but I didn't miss the small, shy smile that tugged at her lips.
I was never letting her go.