Page 57 of Darius

Mara pivoted to look over her shoulder at him. “I forgot to tell you I ordered some panties with Good Girl written across the bottom,” she told him, drawing a line across her silky underwear where the words would appear. Suddenly, she found herself nude as Darius lifted the material to his nose and inhaled. His eyes glowed a deeper red than she’d ever seen before. She backed up a few inches. Maybe she’d pushed him a bit too far.

“Don’t run, Little girl.”

“I can’t move quickly in my heels, Daddy. You’d catch me way too fast.” His laser focus thrilled Mara.

Darius ripped off his clothing, leaving the garments in tatters along with hers on the floor. He stepped closer. “Mara….”

Before he could finish his thought, she turned and dashed for the door, never expecting to reach the barrier. He picked her up as he chased her and pressed her breasts to the wooden panel with a firm hand between her shoulder blades. She could smell the lemon polish his staff had used to make the wood gleam and knew she’d think of this moment whenever she caught a whiff of that scent.

His hand smacked her bottom sharply, and he whispered against her ear, “It’s a good thing I purchased underwear you can wear without lying.”

“What do they say, Daddy?”

“Naughty.” He cupped her bottom and squeezed the tender flesh. “That seems much more truthful for the Little girl who teases her Daddy.”

“I’m not sorry, Daddy.”

“That’s what makes this even more delicious.”

He spun her around, making her slightly dizzy at the speed before pinning her against the barrier with his hard frame. “I’m going to bury myself so deep inside your tight body, you won’t know where you end and I begin.”

His low tone and words thrilled her. Confident that he would support her, Mara lifted her legs to wrap her thighs around his waist. “Now, Daddy. Take me now.”

Darius adjusted her slightly to align their bodies perfectly and thrust, filling her with his thick shaft. A low groan of delight escaped their mouths, blending together in the quiet seclusion of the room. He didn’t pause but withdrew and sank back inside her immediately.

Clinging to Darius, Mara lost track of everything except for how he made her feel. The scent of their lovemaking perfumed the air. Mara breathed deeply, loving the earthy smell and the way his skin grew slick from the heat and his efforts. She trailed her tongue down his shoulder, savoring the salty, masculine taste, and his fingers tightened on her bottom as he supported her effortlessly. That small taste of pain pushed her arousal higher, making her wish for more.

“Bite me, Daddy,” she whispered.

Darius struck before she’d finished the second syllable of his name. Ecstasy filled her as climaxes poured over her while he drank deeply from her. He buried himself inside her over and over. She tightened her fingers as she clung to his strength.

He didn’t release his hold on her as he had in the past. Darius continued to draw her life’s blood into his mouth. Small shimmering lights twinkled at the edges of her vision as pleasure racked her body. How many thrills could she handle? A tiny tendril of fear formed in her mind.

I am with you, Little girl. I won’t let anything happen to you.

Daddy? I want to stay with you forever.

I could never survive without you, Zoí mou.

Her heart slowed in her chest, worrying Mara. Was everything going okay? Her hands dropped from his shoulders to dangle limply at her sides. Darius wrapped his arms around her and lowered their bodies to the soft carpet. She couldn’t see him now. Her vision had faded to black. That concerned her the most.

Finally, his teeth slid from her flesh. He drew her lower jaw down slightly and pressed something to her lips. “Drink, Zoí mou. Drink.”

A coppery flavor filled her mouth. With what seemed like a gargantuan effort, Mara forced her throat muscles to contract and swallowed the liquid filling her mouth. Fractions of a second drew out to what felt like years as Mara waited to discover if she would live or die.

The most delicious scent she’d ever experienced captured her attention first. Then an incredible flavor burst over her tastebuds. Better than her grandmother’s pies or the crispest bacon. She lunged forward to capture that taste and sank her fangs into Darius’s throat. Explosions of delight filled her mind, and her senses flared into overdrive.

You must pull back, Mara. Control the hunger. Do not let your need overrule your will.

No, Daddy. I want more.

If you drain me, there will be no more.

Recoiling with shock, Mara met Darius’s gaze and saw the dimness of the light in his eyes. “You let me take too much. Are you okay? What can I do?”

“Shh, Little one. I am fine.”

The fire in his gaze slowly intensified. She held her breath, waiting to make sure she hadn’t killed him. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”