He closed the distance and pulled my body against him. His lips were gentle and when his tongue licked the seam of mine I immediately opened for him.

I missed tasting him, playing this game, dancing to this beat that we were both familiar with. Only this time, there was no winner, no leader, we were both just taking part in tasting the other.

"Hold me, Daddy," I whispered.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled at my thighs until they were wrapped around his waist.

"Now make love to me."

He pulled back to look into my eyes, "Oh, Princess, not tonight. I don't think you're—"

I kissed him again before pulling back and gazing into his eyes, "Make love to me, Dominic. Don't make me beg."

His face hardened for a moment, eyes roaming my face, maybe trying to judge whether or not this is what I actually wanted, before crashing his lips to mine and reaching to turn off the water.

He pushed the shower door open and stepped out before grabbing the towel from the hook and drying my hair blindly. I felt him set me down on the counter and I cringed at the cold against my heated skin.

He pulled my hair back with the towel, making my head tilt up and he kissed my neck.

"Daddy," I whined.

"You're going to get a cold if you don't blow dry your hair," he murmured against my neck but I pushed his chest and swatted the towel away, "Don't care. I need you, now."

He took a deep breath and I saw his beautiful amber eyes darken before he smirked, "Let Daddy blow dry your hair, Princess."

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest, "No."

He narrowed his eyes and arched a brow, "You're so fucking stubborn."

I placed my hands behind me, palms flat against the cold marble and then brought my heels up to the edge of the counter, causing his eyes to look down at what I had on display for him, "I want you, Daddy."

His eyes shot back up to mine, "Genevieve," I heard him whisper.

"Don't make me ask again, please," I whispered, biting my lip.

He took a deep breath before picking me back up and walking us into the bedroom after having turned the bathroom light out.

He set me gently onto the mattress, my head against the pillows and I felt bad as I was getting the silk wet, but at the moment all I could think of was him: his lips, his hands, fingers, tongue, cöck.

I spread my thighs as he nestled between them, his erection having been hard since the shower and I knew he needed a release as much as I did.

He placed it against my wet folds and rolled his hips, causing the tip to slide against my clït, earning a moan from deep in my throat.

I remembered that his family was here in the house as well so I clamped my lips shut and was trying to focus on keeping myself quiet when a particularly hard thrust against my clït caused me to open both my eyes and mouth.

"Are you trying to be quiet," he questioned as he arched a brow while looking down at me.

I felt my cheeks redden, "Your family's here, Dominic."

He smirked and I felt him line himself up with my entrance before pushing in and I couldn't help but tilt my head back and let out a long curse.

He leaned down and kissed my neck, "Let them hear you, Princess."

I whimpered as he withdrew from me only to gasp as he pushed back in, "God, it's like you've gotten bigger."

He nipped the skin of my neck and then sucked it, all the while withdrawing and entering me slowly.

With this slow pace he was able to push in all the way, his hips touching mine every time, before pulling back and every time he filled me a small moan left my lips.

He grabbed the back of my thighs and tilted my hips, hitting a new spot, causing me to moan with every push and pull now. He had a beautiful way of bending me —literally and figuratively— to his will, but I wasn't complaining.

"I love you," I heard him whisper before hooking my knees over his elbows and placing his hands against the mattress on either side of my body. I was focused on the insane amount of pleasure he was bringing me that I forgot to answer, but in my head, I was chanting the words over and over.

"Open your eyes, Princess."

I did and when I looked up into his all I saw was the love he was trying to share, "Say it."

"I love you, Dominic," I whispered and ran my hands through his wet hair.

"Say you'll stay," his eyes searching mine.

I nodded, "Of course, I'll stay."

I felt the pool of arousal in my lower stomach building, expanding and my skin was tingling in pleasure.

I closed my eyes as I felt his lips close around the erect nipple of my right breast, his hips still set in that slow and deep pace.

I felt I was close and all the while he was lightly tugging my nipple between his teeth, but when he started strumming his thumb against my clït I arched my back and knew I had my toes over the edge of this cliff.

It was almost too much: his teeth tugging my nipple, his thumb flicking my clït, him so big and deep inside of me, hitting that spot... it was hard to breathe just trying to concentrate on one sensation at a time.

"You gonna cum for Daddy," he asked in a husky voice before latching onto the other breast.

"Yes," I cried out both answering the question and exclaiming in pleasure as I climaxed. His slow and deep pace never faltered as I clenched around him, my nails digging into his back.

I did, however, hear him hiss as my walls contracted around him, but he continued the slow and steady pace.

He leaned up and kissed me gently before I put my hand against his chest. He opened his eyes in confusion, "I want you to fück me."

His brows knit together and his lips formed a frown, "I thought you wanted me to make love to you?"

I nodded, him still moving slowly inside of me, "You did, and now I want you to be rough with me. Please, Daddy?"

He stilled inside of me before pulling out altogether, "Turn over."

I smiled then flipped onto my stomach and placed my ass in the air for him, "Like this Daddy?"

He lightly slapped my ass cheeks, "Just like this, Princess. Tell Daddy what you want."

I felt his hands travel up my back to my shoulder blades and then back down before slapping my ass again, "Daddy gave you a command."

"I want rough and hard," I whined.

He hummed, "I think we can work something out."

He entered me again and from this angle, it was like he was deeper than he had ever been.

I heard him inhale loudly before grabbing my hips and although he started out slow and gentle, as the minutes went on his pace got fast and hard.

"You like that, Princess," he questioned in a gruff voice and I hadn't realized that I was moaning so loud now.

When I didn't answer he snaked his right hand around my throat and pulled me up against his chest, "I asked you a question," he whispered into my ear.

He was still pounding into me at a brutal pace, but I was enjoying every moment, "Yes, Daddy, I love it."

He growled and his left hand wrapped around my chest and held onto my right breast.

I heard his quiet moans and groans, every grunt, every growl in my ear and a feeling of pride caused my heart to clench at the fact that I was causing those sounds.

He moved his hand down my stomach and in between my thighs, rubbing at my clït.

"Are you gonna cum again for me," he asked huskily.

"Yes," I whimpered.

"How close are you," I heard the smirk in his voice.

I had been feeling that familiar pressure, that almost toe-curling sensation, "So close, Daddy. So, so close," I whispered.

He chuckled and slowed his pace, both his thrusts and his fingers and I growled, "What are you doing?"

"I'm just savoring having you back in my arms," he said as he kissed the side of my neck.

"But I was so close," I whimpered.

"I was too. Just a little while longer, though, Princess, and then Daddy will let you finish," he turned my head and pushed his lips to mine.

By this point my climax had been pushed back down, the need was still there, but it wasn't as prevalent as it had been. As I got used to the slower pace, he started getting faster again.

My lips parted and I heard myself moaning again.

"Please, don't stop, Dominic," I pleaded as I felt I was about to burst.

"Are you sure," he asked in my ear, his fingers now back to rubbing fast circles.

"Yes, yes yes," I kept repeating as he kept up his fast and rough pace.

His hand tightened ever so slightly around my neck, "Cüm for me, Genevieve," he breathed into my ear.

As his words pushed me other the edge, my back arched further and my hips started shaking with the intensity of this orgasm causing him to hold my waist as kept up his pace, prolonging my climax and I had to brace my hands against the headboard.

His thrusts got sloppy before I heard him let out a long but low groan, releasing his thick, milky white ropes inside of me, and he slowed down before stopping to pull out altogether.

When he let go of my waist I collapsed onto the bed and not but a few seconds later he laid on his back beside me.

As I laid in my stomach with my thighs clenched shut, trying not to allow any other liquids to tarnish the silk sheets, I gasped and looked over at him.

"I haven't taken the pill in two days."

He turned his head and his eyes gazed into mine. He smiled before pulling me against his chest, "It's alright."

"But when I take the morning after pill tomorrow I won't be at '200 percent'," I teased him.

He didn't speak for a moment but when he did it was a whisper, "I'm not sure I want you to."

I froze for a moment before leaning up to look at his entire face, "Dominic...are you saying..."

What was he saying? That he didn't care that we weren't protected anymore? That he wanted a baby right now?

His fingers traced light circles on my shoulder, "Would it be so bad? You could still work if you wanted. Or you don't have to. I make enough for the both of us, but ultimately the choice is yours."

I knew I loved him. I knew it was soon. It was too soon, but I loved him and I knew this was that once in a lifetime love that people talked about. I would be stupid to walk away from this. I would be stupid not to want him. But was a baby what we as a couple needed at the moment?

"Is this what you want," I asked quietly, trying to judge his feelings based on his facial expressions, but he was good at not giving anything away.

"I want what you want. I won't give you a yes or no and have you make your decision based on that. I'm happy with you, and only you if that's what you want, but I'll also be happy with a child and you, or several children and you."

He rubbed a thumb lightly against my cheek, "Right now, though," the edges of his lips raised a fraction, but before the emotion was cemented to his face he shook it away. He wanted a baby right now, with me.

The realization made my head swim as he continued his thought, "I'm happy with whatever you want."