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“One more, Baby girl,” he growled into her ear.

She shook her head.

He swatted her clit again. “One more for Daddy,” he demanded, as his enormous erection thrust in and out of her, deeper and deeper, taking her off the planet.

She gave him what he commanded because she had no control over her own body. It belonged to Damon now. It belonged to her Daddy. She would never be able to deny him anything. It was Fated.

She was his, and he was hers.

Chapter Twelve

Damon was almost as wobbly as his Little mate by the time he roared out his release. He continued to hold her up, both gasping for breath for long minutes. He couldn’t stand the idea of sliding out of her or leaving her even for a minute.

He needed to clean her up, though. Maybe a bath would be better this time. He could get in with her, hold her, wash her, keep her body against his.

She was shaking violently, and he doubted she was aware of the moaning sounds that wouldn’t stop. She was also hot. Too hot. Was she already close to her first shift?

He’d expected it to take several more hours before she reached that frenzied peak, but maybe the fact that he’d just fucked her senseless over and over without pause was pushing her shift up in the timeline.

She winced when he pulled out of her, though he didn’t think it was from pain or discomfort. He suspected she mourned the loss of the intimacy. He felt the same, but they needed to take care of a few things.

After carefully lowering her onto her tummy over the pillows again, he grabbed the thermometer, squeezed a generous amount of lube onto it, and parted her adorable cheeks.

She stiffened and reached back to push his hand away. She seemed to think she might somehow be able to stop him from doing something. It was cute.

Ignoring her silent protest, he eased the thick rod up into her bottom. He didn’t bother to take his time letting her adjust this time. Instead, he pushed it in as deep as it would go and held it.

Olivia was panting. Her head was tilted to one side, but her face was covered with her hair. He used his free hand to brush the curls away from her cheek and forehead.

“Too hot,” she murmured.

“I know, Baby girl. I’m going to run you a bath in a minute. Stay still for me.”

Her whimpering was so fucking adorable that his cock stayed hard. He rubbed her back and ran his fingers through her hair as he waited for the thermometer to get the best reading.

“My skin itches,” she whispered.

That was definitely one of the early signs that her shift was approaching. “I know, Little rebel. The water will help.” Her skin was flawless and so soft. Her hair was a gorgeous mess of brown curls. It would look so cute when he put it up in pigtails.

Finally, he removed the thermometer and checked her temperature. She was indeed getting closer. After cleaning up the device and putting it back on the nightstand, he carefully rolled her to her back and lifted her into his arms.

She winced.

“What hurts, Baby girl?”

“Everything. My skin.”

That was the impending shift.

He kissed her forehead. “The water will help,” he reminded her. Not wanting to part from her for even a moment, he carried her to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge, and headed for the master bathroom.

Olivia was uncomfortable, and he hated seeing her brow furrowed. He set the bottle on the vanity and quickly turned on the water to let the tub fill, adjusting the temperature to a cooler level than would ordinarily be comfortable.

As soon as the water level was high enough, he stepped into the tub and carefully lowered to his ass, arranging her to sit between his legs so she was leaning against his chest.

She wasn’t fully cognizant of anything. She seemed surprised when the water touched her and slightly frightened.

Damon wrapped his arm around her beneath her breasts. “You’re okay, Baby girl. Daddy’s got you.” He grabbed a cup and splashed water around her shoulders, letting it run down her breasts. That seemed to calm her a bit.