Daddy didn’t disappoint her. He removed his thumb, grabbed her hips, and thrust harder and faster. He was groaning above her, which made her feel powerful and attractive and sexy and desirable.
She didn’t even care that he’d penetrated her bottom anymore. She couldn’t imagine why she’d ever cared. She suddenly knew she would do anything he asked at any time.
This connection with him was so powerful. She had known it would be different from anything she’d ever seen in the valley. Her mother had warned her that the mark fated her to a more intense bonding experience. But she hadn’t expected anything like this.
Ten hours ago, Olivia had been an innocent girl/woman who’d known only the basics about sex. She’d been wearing a modest ceremonial dress that covered nearly every inch of her skin with layers underneath it to keep every part of her hidden.
Now she was someone she didn’t recognize. Someone who’d spent a large part of the day exposed to her mate. She’d worn a dress that had been made of one-tenth the amount of fabric of any dress she’d ever worn in her life.
She’d known she would submit to her mate. That was the way of her people. It was a natural inclination she couldn’t deny. But the level of submission he’d demanded was far deeper than anything she could have envisioned.
She was so wanton right now that she no longer cared what he saw or how vocal she might be as he plunged in and out of her, driving her toward another level of ecstasy. It was coming. It was close.
The primal sounds coming out of her mouth made her wonder if they were a signal that her wolf was pushing toward the surface as she bucked and writhed, wanting her Daddy deeper.
Suddenly Damon wrapped his arms around her and lifted her straight off the bed so that she was on her knees. He held her up with one hand snaking up between her breasts to grip her jaw. The other tugged the pillow under her knees. To elevate her a few more inches?
He kept thrusting almost without pause, keeping her back plastered to his chest now. Her breasts bounced heavily against his forearm. After arranging the pillow, he brought his fingers to her clit and rubbed.
Olivia screamed as she came yet again, and Daddy didn’t stop pressing against her clit. When it became too much and she was overly sensitive, she whimpered and tried to push his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pressed his fingers against her swollen nub and held tight.
“Daddy…” Her entire body was shaking. It seemed like she was on fire.
He flattened his wrist to her tummy, the mark sending sparks through her body.
She cried out yet again. Thank goodness there were no close neighbors. Her brain was mush. Daddy was the only thing holding her upright. Between his palm against her throat, hismark in contact with her stomach, his fingers tormenting her clit, and his cock buried inside her, she had lost all control.
Fighting against what he demanded was useless, so she grabbed onto his biceps with both hands and held on for the ride.
He stopped thrusting for a moment, kissing her neck. “You’re mine, Baby girl.”
She nodded slightly, which wasn’t easy with his fingers gripping her jaw. She was certainly his. She always had been, but there was no doubt left any longer. “You’re mine, too,” she murmured.
“Fuck right I am.” He thrust again.
She gasped.
“Do you have any idea how much you please me, Little rebel?”
“Mmm.”
Another deep thrust, his fingers still pressing against her clit. “You are perfection. Every inch of you, inside and out.”
“I’m blind,” she pointed out on a whimper. It was so hard to focus. Why did he want to talk right now?
“Your visual challenges do not make you less perfect. You will see anything you need to see through me. Always. I will hold you close to anything you want to explore, describe it to you, let you scent it, touch it, hear it, taste it if necessary. In the safety of my arms, you will not miss out on anything. I promise you that.”
Tears ran down her cheeks. He was so demanding in everything, including his commitment to making her life as rich as possible. Insistent upon it.
Another thrust made her breath hitch. She was close to yet another orgasm. She hadn’t even known what an orgasm would feel like before today. Hell, she hadn’t even known there was such a thing.
Daddy eased back on the pressure against her clit, but only so he could stroke it again.
She was overwhelmed with so much emotion and stimulation that she didn’t think she could survive more. She released his arm to push on his hand. “No more.”
He ignored her protest and easily shook her hand away before lifting his fingers back and swatting her swollen clit with his fingers.
Olivia screamed even louder as the shock raced through her body and drove her to another orgasm. Her clit pulsed from the sting and the release. Her cries were unintelligible and loud as he resumed pounding into her.
