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Her cheeks grew pink and hot as she held his gaze. For her Daddy, feeding and bathing and changing her was important. She could give him those things because she loved him so much, and pleasing him filled her soul.

Arion reached over to the nightstand, snagged a box of wet wipes, and quickly disposed of the diaper so he could clean her up. He took his time, wiping her folds while she lay between his legs, her arms pinned, her knees spread wide around his waist.

By the time he was done, she was panting with need. “Daddy…”

He lifted his hips without dislodging her to tug his loose pants down just enough to set his cock free. Leaning forward, forcing her legs toward her chest, he impaled her in one thrust.

Jezebel gasped. It felt so good. It always felt this good. Would it for the rest of her life?

Without moving, Arion cupped her face and held her gaze. “I love you, Jezebel.”

“I love you to, Arion. So very much.”

He smiled at her, not moving for long seconds as if he needed some time to memorize this moment.

She did too. Happiness spilled out of her. She had been so worried for most of her life about the man she would be mated to, and now she was here, in his arms, and he was the best thing that would ever happen to her.