Page 280 of Merciless Daddy

Yelena moved slowly.

Her hands rested on my chest. Her hair fell forward around her face. Every time she lifted herself and came down again, my breath left me in a different shape.

I held her waist.

“Is this good?” she asked.

“Lena.” My fingers tightened at her hips. “You are making it difficult to speak.”

“Good.”

She moved again.

I watched the sapphire rise and fall against my chest. Watched her mouth part. Watched the tension begin to gather between her brows as pleasure sharpened.

My hands moved everywhere I could reach. Her breasts, soft and sensitive beneath my palms. Her waist. Her thighs. The place where we joined.

She made a small sound when my thumb found her clit.

“That?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy, fuck, Daddy!”

I gave her more, but I did not take the rhythm from her. She decided how fast we moved. She decided how deep. I followed her body like I had spent my whole life learning its language.

Her control lasted a short while, then her movements began to falter.

She leaned forward, palms braced beside my shoulders. Her breath came in short, uneven pulls against my mouth.

I kissed her ,then rolled us carefully, making sure to keep the connection between us. I kept one arm around her. Kept my body close. When her back met the mattress, I threaded my fingers through hers and lifted our joined hands above her head.

Not pinning her.

Holding her.

I began to move. Slowly first.

Each thrust reached deeper, and I watched her face, watched how her eyes closed, how she lost herself in pleasure. I felt the changes in her body around me. When she tensed, I paused. When she pulled at our joined hands, I kissed her and gave her what she asked for.

My free hand found her between us.

She gasped.

“There,” she said.

I touched her exactly there. My thumb circled. My hips moved in a steady rhythm beneath her. Her fingers clutched mine hard enough that the sapphire pressed into my skin.

“Please. Don’t stop.”

“I’ll never fucking stop.”

Her head turned into the pillow. My mouth found her throat. I kissed the pulse there as her body tightened beneath mine.

“Come for me, Lena.”

Her eyes flew open.

“Yes,” she breathed.