Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina) novel Chapter 97

(Annabel POV)

My consciousness reunites with my body as a familiar touch is felt across my cheek. I slightly shudder, and my heart rate increases. Slowly, my eyelids lift from my eyes, revealing the luminous, morning light that pours through the windows. I'm blinded momentarily, and I blink a few times to adjust myself to the light. I turn myself so I lie on my back; my eyes look up, noticing the most delicious sight.

"Good morning, beautiful," the love of my life voices, his words laced with pure sex. A smile lines his lips. My heart immediately flutters.

"Good morning, Daddy," I respond, and my finger rubs my eyelid. "How was your workout?"

"It was good, angel. Thank you for asking." He softly chuckles. "And you, on the other hand, you're still in bed? I was expecting to come home to you naked in the kitchen with breakfast already made for Daddy," he teases.

Oh, fuck. He always wants too much. "Well, that could've been accomplished if you didn't fuck the shit out of me last night. I can barely move right now."

"I can't help that you're so god damned beautiful. You know how Daddy can't get enough of you, baby. But hearing you sore for Daddy is making me hard and wanting to fuck the shit out of you again."

I roll my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me again."

"I'm sorry, but it's hard not to when my pussy aches," I whine.

"Jesus christ, baby. You're going to make Daddy come in his favorite shorts."

"Daddy, please alleviate my soreness."

"Hmm, I will, cutie, but only on one condition."

A condition? Jesus, fuck. "What condition?" I ask.

His thumb strokes my cheek. "Promise Daddy to make him breakfast after, naked."

I sigh.

The man is too hot to not give him what he wants. "I promise to make Daddy his breakfast—naked."

"Good girl." He smiles and slides his black tank top past his head, throwing it aside, and the sunlight sets his skin, enhancing his already perfect and gorgeous body.

I'm already soaking wet; a tremor shoots to my core and limbs.

"Now, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to eat you out? I'm sure that will alleviate your soreness."

"No, that's going to make Daddy extra horny and want to destroy my pussy." I mentally pat myself on the back for speaking the truth.

"That's true, but Daddy will always destroy your pussy."

That's fucking true, my God.

"But what do you want then?" His eyes, full of lust, glitter in the soft, natural light; my heart shakes from allurement.

My eyes admire his lips, specifically concentrating on the suppleness of them. "Body kisses," I say simply.

"Body kisses?"

"Yes, Daddy, please."

"Oh, God, you're so sexy when you beg, baby."

"Please, Daddy," I beg him again, knowing how he can't resist.

"Don't have to ask Daddy twice." Smiling, he peels the sheets away from my body, unwrapping his post-workout reward, and the cool air greets my skin, eliciting goosebumps. "Jesus, you're so beautiful, baby girl."

I feel my cheeks heat in shyness.

The pad of his thumb presses to my supple lips, and I kiss it. "Tell me, kitten, where do you want Daddy's kisses?"

"Everywhere, please."

"You're sore everywhere?"

I nod in response.

"Daddy sure knows how to fuck his girl properly if you're sore everywhere, huh?"

My impatience eats me alive. Just worship my body already, god damn it. "Yes, Daddy always knows how to fuck his girl," I say, earning a lascivious smile from him, making him happy and excited like a child in a candy store.

He leans in, pecking his lips with mine, and he kisses the corner of my mouth. Then, he plants kisses along my jawline, reaching my earlobe where his teeth tugs on. My back arches slightly, and a groan escapes my parted lips.

"Mmm, Daddy," I breathe.

He whispers in my ear, "Daddy hasn't even gotten to the good spots yet and you're already moaning for him."

I feel his warm, sensuous breath trickling across my skin. "You're just so good, Daddy."

He smiles against my ear and licks it. His lips shift to mine, kissing it sweetly and lovingly, and his tongue sneaks into my mouth to play with mine. I groan in his mouth. The exchanging of saliva with the gorgeous man is so satisfying and erotic, my body shivers, and my inner self applauds me.

My lips and tongue are freed from his, leaving me breathless and needing more. His lips appear at my neck where he kisses my throat. My skin is sensually assaulted as his teeth digs into my skin gently. I quiver. "Daddy, no biting, just kisses, please."

"But Daddy loves leaving his marks on you, kitten." He smiles against my skin, then nibbles it. Holy fuck.

"Please, Daddy. Just kisses."

"Since you're so fucking hot begging Daddy, I'll hold off on the biting." His lips trail kisses down my chest medially, and he arrives at one of my breasts. A pleasing, warm, spine-tingling sensation hovers over the surface of my breast, tickling it, as his mouth is directly above it. His hand cups my breast. "Are your tits sore from Daddy playing with them last night?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He smirks and dives in, placing several sweet kisses all over my breast. His other hand feeds attention to my other breast as his fingers pinch my nipple. My hand quickly grabs a hold of his wrist.

"Daddy," I groan, "No pinching, please. Just kisses."

"Oh, I'm sorry, kitten. I couldn't resist." He releases my nipple; I catch my breath again.

Without any warning, his mouth is about to fit my entire breast in his mouth.

"Jesus fuck, Kaden. No."

"Baby—"

"No, Daddy. Just kisses."

He groans. "Okay, kitten." His worship continues as he kisses down my belly, and the butterflies flutter faster and faster as he inches closer to my dripping wet center. However, he skips past my most prized possession, kissing my inner thigh instead, all the way down my leg and ankle. He kisses the bottom of my foot, then his tongue glides across my arch, and my heart nearly drops from the amount of appreciation he has for me.

"Hey, hey, just kisses."

He smirks. "I love you so much, baby. I can't help it." His lips are on my other feet, repeating his actions, and his kisses travel up my leg, reaching my other inner thigh.

"Do you feel better, sweetheart?"

"Mmm, yes," I reply as my mind is lost in appreciation for him.

"May I kiss your pussy, baby?"

His question almost makes me want to laugh out loud, but I find all the self-control not to. "Yes, Daddy, please." I need him more than anything at this very second.

He smiles, wider than ever, and my heart sings. His head sinks between my legs, causing me to spread wider for him. He blows on my hot center; I quiver. His lips press to my slick folds. I palpitate more. He gives another kiss to my center. I shudder more than ever.

"Stay still, kitten," he tells me as his hand secures my hips.

I still attempt to writhe under his grip, mostly because the sensation of his lips pressing against my soaking wet heat is a shock of pleasure to my system that is too much for me to handle, but partly because I secretly enjoy going against his touch.

He kisses my center again. I struggle under the restraint of his hands. "Stay still," he says more deeply in an authoritative tone. He slaps my sex organ. I groan in pleasure and pain; I remain still, panting hard.