Chapter 49 #2
I wrap my hand around him, feeling the heat and hardness beneath my touch, moving slowly up and down his length. A low growl rumbles from deep in his throat, sending shivers through me, urging me to keep going. But then his hand presses over mine, stopping me.
“As much as I love your hand,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire, “right now, I want you, baby. So be a good little slut for Daddy and put me inside your tight cunt.”
My breath catches. I nod, heart pounding, needing him, craving the way he makes me feel utterly his.
He shifts, positioning himself at my entrance. The slow, deliberate pressure as he pushes inside is almost unbearable—a delicious ache that makes me tremble. I gasp, melting into him, his hands steady on my hips, grounding me.
“Look at me,” he whispers, his voice a tether to reality as waves of pleasure wash over me.
I meet his eyes—dark, intense, full of love and possession.
Every inch of me belongs to him in this moment.
He moves with a rhythm that’s both fierce and tender, driving me higher and higher until I’m lost in the storm of sensation, wrapped up in the safety of his arms and the heat of his touch.
"More, please Daddy, I need more." My pleas are heard and fulfilled when I feel his thrusts get harder, much deeper, and I feel my pussy squeeze him tight, wanting to take him deeper, as if that were possible.
"Does my dirty little princess want it harder?"
"Yes Daddy, yes, fuck yes, harder. I need to feel you deep inside me."
"FUCK baby, you're making me lose control and I don't want to hurt you."
His words are almost incomprehensible when they join with the moans and grunts coming from both of us.
"I trust you Elijah, I know you would never hurt me."
That's all it seems to take, because he catches me in a wild kiss, one of his hands going to my clit while the other grabs my ass hard, so hard that there will be bruises tomorrow and that makes me ride him even harder.
Being marked by this man is incredible, and I want it more than anything right now. His fingers play with my clit while his thrusts get harder and harder.
"That's my girl, like that baby, ride me, take what's yours."
Just when I think the sensations couldn't get any more intense, the hand that was playing with my clit disappears, and the moan of disappointment that comes out of me makes him laugh softly.
"Don't worry baby, I'll keep playing with your little pussy."
And it does, because in the next moment the hand that was grabbing my ass appears between us taking its place, and the other goes to my ass again, but this time instead of grabbing me, I feel his finger, wet with my juices, go to my hole, and he begins to thrust gently.
My eyes widen when I realize what he wants to do.
"If you don’t want it, don’t like it, or if it hurts—you tell me. I’ll stop. Okay, princess?"
"Yes, Daddy… Please don’t stop."
I’m too far gone in the pleasure to hesitate. The stretch is real, unfamiliar, but not painful. Not with him. Not when I feel this safe. This wanted.
"One day," he murmurs, voice rough with desire, "when you’re ready… I’m going to fuck your ass as hard as I’m fucking your pussy. And you’ll take it—because you’re my perfect little slut."
"Yes, Daddy," I cry out, pleasure threatening to break me apart.
"That’s it, baby. Come for me. I want to feel you squirt all over my cock."
My body responds without hesitation, as if obedience has been etched into my skin. Maybe it has, because everything in me still bends to his will.
I scream his name as I shatter around him, gushing, trembling, completely undone. He keeps going, relentless and perfect, until just a few thrusts later, he lets go with a raw growl, burying himself deep as he spills inside me.
We collapse into each other—breathless, tangled, and marked.
When he finally slows, pulling me close, I rest my head on his chest, heart pounding in time with his.
“Always mine,” he breathes, kissing the top of my head.
“Always yours,” I whisper back, feeling every fear and doubt fade away.
He holds me tight, his hands tracing soothing circles along my back as we catch our breath. The world outside fades away—there’s only the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear and the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
“I want you to remember this,” he murmurs, voice low and tender. “No matter what happens out there, in here, you’re safe. You’re loved. You’re mine.”
I close my eyes, letting his words wrap around me like a shield. It’s more than just desire between us—it’s trust, care, and a fierce protectiveness that I’ve never known before.
He kisses my temple softly, then pulls me a little closer. "Mine," he whispers.
I nod against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. For the first time in weeks, the chaos in my mind begins to settle, replaced by something solid and real—his presence, unwavering and true.
And in this quiet moment, I know we can face whatever comes next—together.
The blanket he wraps around me is the softest one he owns—gray with a silky edge, like something made to swaddle the ache out of you.
***
I’m tucked into his lap now, curled sideways, cheek pressed to his chest. His heartbeat is slow. Steady. Like it’s beating just for me.
His fingers are in my hair, tracing lazy lines down my scalp while the other hand rubs slow circles over my back. Every touch says I’m here. You’re safe. You did so well.
Tears slip down my cheeks, but I’m not sobbing. It’s the kind of release that comes from being held exactly how you needed, without ever having to ask twice.
“I’m proud of you,” he says again, voice lower now. “You make me proud every day.”
I bury my face in his neck, soaking up the warmth, the safety, the absolute rightness of this.
Because here, in the low light, in his arms, I am safe, claimed, and worshipped.
And I never want the night to end.
Even though my life is far from perfect—perhaps it never will be—there is one unshakable truth:
Elijah, the love of my life, my Daddy, will forever stand by my side.
He will lift me when I falter, and when I break, he will lie beside me, gathering the shattered pieces of my soul.
Always. Just me. Just him. Just us, intertwined in this fragile, fierce forever.