Chapter 36 Ava #2
“I didn’t mean to—” I begin, voice breaking.
He cuts me off with a soft growl, fingers pressing just enough to make my knees wobble.
“You don’t need to explain it,” he says. “Your body knows you're safe. That you’re mine. There’s no shame in that.”
One hand snakes around my waist, pulling me back against him, his pajama pants rough against the back of my thighs. I can feel how hard he is—how much he wants me.
“You made a mistake,” he murmurs against my ear. “You were corrected. And now?” His hand slides lower, dipping between my folds, slow and teasing. “Now I take care of you.”
Elijah rises from the armchair, lifting me effortlessly into his arms. It amazes me how light I feel in his grasp, as if my weight doesn’t exist. His strong hands hold me securely, and I let myself relax completely.
He carries me to the bed with a tenderness that feels worlds away from the spanking just moments before. It’s a contrast my mind struggles to understand — how quickly he can switch from discipline to softness, from firmness to care.
Gently, he lays me down, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from my face.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of heat. “And right now, I need to taste your sweet pussy.”
His words spark a fire inside me. A needy moan slips from my lips before I can stop it.
He leans down, his breath warm against my skin as he trails kisses along my collarbone, slow and deliberate. His hands explore me tenderly, every touch sending shivers through my body.
I’m lost in the moment — safe, wanted, and utterly his.
I arch toward him, breath hitching as his mouth moves lower, warm and wet against my skin. His tongue flicks a teasing path, sending shivers rippling through me.
He parts my thighs just enough, hands steady but tender as he presses gentle kisses to the inside of my thigh. I feel the heat pooling between my legs, my body responding with an urgency I’ve never known so clearly.
His gaze meets mine — dark, full of hunger and unwavering love. “You’re mine, princess,” he whispers. “I’m here to take care of you.”
Elijah’s mouth finally finds what he’s been craving, and I melt into him, every nerve alight. His tongue strokes me with a slow, sure rhythm, coaxing my body open, drawing out soft moans that fill the room.
His hands keep me grounded, gentle but firm, holding me safe as I surrender to the delicious intensity building inside me.
Time slows and the world narrows to the warmth of his touch and the fierce tenderness in his eyes.
Elijah’s mouth moves with purposeful tenderness, his tongue exploring every sensitive fold, coaxing delicious shivers from deep inside me.
I’m trembling, caught between need and surrender, my breath coming in shallow gasps. Each flick of his tongue sends waves of warmth that ripple through me, unraveling the knots of doubt and fear I didn’t even realize I was still holding onto.
He lifts his head just enough to meet my eyes, his gaze dark and intense. “You taste so good, princess,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire and something softer. I manage a shaky smile, my hands tangling in the sheets as I arch into him, desperate for more of his touch.
Slowly, Elijah’s fingers find their way between my legs, slipping inside me with the same gentle certainty as his tongue. His rhythm is steady, patient, drawing out every moan, every sigh.
He moves with a deep understanding of me—of what I need, what I crave—not just physically, but emotionally.
Elijah’s mouth and fingers work in perfect harmony, drawing out every flicker of sensation until my body tightens with a fierce urgency. The tension that’s been building beneath the surface finally breaks free, washing over me in waves that both shatter and soothe.
My moans grow louder, breath coming in uneven gasps as Elijah’s lips wrap around my clit, sucking hard and skillfully, sending sparks of fire straight through me. His fingers press deep inside, caressing my G-spot with practiced ease, coaxing me closer and closer to the edge.
Every nerve alight, completely consumed by the pleasure he’s giving me. The world narrows until only his name escapes my lips, tangled on my tongue—a rhythm I can’t seem to break, Elijah and Daddy, over and over, a desperate, breathless prayer.
When my orgasm finally crashes through me, it steals my breath away, and I’m left gasping, trembling beneath him, utterly spent and completely his.
Elijah’s lips never leave me as the waves of pleasure begin to ebb, his tongue still tracing slow, lingering wet paths that soothe and ignite all at once. Only when I’m fully grounded, breath steadying and heart slowing, does he finally pull back with a satisfied smile.
He rises from the bed, the sight of him shedding his pants stirring a fresh rush of gratitude and desire inside me.
Every time I see him undress, I silently thank every god and goddess that this man is mine, for the nights I get to fall asleep wrapped in his arms, for the daily gift of his love and devotion.
Eli slides back between my legs, the heat of his bare skin pressing against me, cock resting hard and warm against my center. His forearms brace on the pillows beside my head as he leans down, brushing his lips softly against mine—slow, deliberate, and heavy with promise.
“Are you okay, baby?” he whispers, eyes searching mine.
I answer with a breathy moan, “Yes, Daddy.”
His gaze darkens, and with a teasing smile, he asks, “What does my sweet princess need?”
“I need you inside me, Daddy, please,” I murmur, the words slipping out more like a plea.
“Ohh,” he growls softly, “you’re so pretty when you beg for me.”
Elijah’s smile deepens, his eyes burning with need and tenderness as he shifts his weight, aligning himself carefully between my legs. The cool air contrasts with the heat radiating from his skin, making every touch feel electric.
He cups my face with one hand, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he leans down to capture my lips in a slow, searing kiss—soft yet hungry, promising everything and more.
His other hand trails down my body, fingers tracing along my ribs, over my stomach, until he reaches the apex of my thighs. With deliberate care, he parts me gently, easing inside me inch by inch. The stretch, the fullness—it’s overwhelming and perfect all at once.
I gasp against his mouth, my hands clutching his shoulders, anchoring myself to him. He pauses, letting me adjust, giving me space and time, his voice low and soothing in my ear. “You’re so perfect, princess. You feel so good wrapped around me.”
When he moves again, it’s slow, steady—a rhythm that builds with patience and care. Every thrust is an affirmation, a silent vow that I’m cherished and adored.
Our breaths mingle, our bodies moving in sync as the intensity deepens, drawing us closer until nothing exists beyond the heat and the connection we share.
“Elijah,” I whisper, voice trembling with need.
“Yes, princess?” he replies, his voice thick with emotion.
“I love you.”
He kisses me again, softer this time, holding me close. “I love you too. Always.”
Elijah’s pace slows, his movements becoming more languid as he holds me close, his forehead resting against mine. The heat between us simmers, not just from the physical connection but from the deep love that wraps around us like a protective shield.
His hand slides down to cradle my cheek, thumb tracing gentle circles as he breathes, “You’re incredible, princess. So strong, so beautiful.”
I reach up, threading my fingers through his hair, needing the feel of him as much as the steady beat of his heart against mine. “Thanks to you, I found my strength.”
He kisses me again, his thrusts growing deeper—powerful but never rough. I feel him pull almost all the way out before plunging back inside, making my breath hitch with the delicious stretch. Our kiss deepens, urgent and desperate, perfectly matching the rhythm of his movements.
His hand trails down my body, caressing every inch, every curve, until he reaches my knee.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifts it and places it in the crook of his elbow, driving even deeper inside me—as if that’s even possible.
My moans grow louder, my body arching toward him, aching, craving more.
“More, please,” I whisper.
Elijah sits up, lifting my leg with him, angling himself to hit that spot inside me that makes my head spin. His other hand finds my clit, pinching it gently with two fingers, sending a sharp, intoxicating jolt through my body. Waves of pleasure surge as my orgasm crashes over me.
“Fuck, baby, your pussy squeezes me so tight, so good” he growls, voice thick with need. With just a few more thrusts, I feel him cuming inside me, filling me completely.
“I love you so much, baby. You’re incredible—I’ll never get enough of you,” he murmurs.
All I can manage is a breathy, “Mhm.”