The scene had ended twenty minutes ago, but she was still floating—deep in that hazy, boneless space where nothing existed except the warmth of his arms and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her ear. Her body ached in the most delicious ways: faint bruises blooming on her hips, her bottom tender from earlier play, her thighs sticky and trembling from the intensity of it all.
He hadn’t rushed a single second of the comedown.
As soon as the last tremor left her body, he’d gathered her close, wrapping her in the soft blanket he kept at the foot of the bed for exactly this purpose. He’d whispered praise against her temple—endless, reverent words that soaked into her skin like balm.
“You were perfect, babygirl. So brave. So beautiful. Daddy is so proud of you.”
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