Chapter 57 Daddy’s Got You

Chapter 57 Daddy’s Got You
Alexander’s POV

She’s trembling beneath me she's Boneless. Spent. Beautiful.

Her skin glows in the dim light, flushed, glistening with sweat, the faintest blush spreading from her cheeks down to her chest. I can still feel her fluttering around me, her body echoing every aftershock of the orgasm I gave her.

The one I forced out of her. The one I earned.

Her eyes flutter shut, lips parted like she’s trying to catch her breath, but all she does is sigh—soft and sweet and mine.

Fucking hell. She’s mine.

I slide my arms under her limp body and pull her against me, wrapping every inch of me around her like I’m afraid the world’s going to try and take her away if I don’t hold tight enough.

I bury my face in her hair, inhaling deep.

Jasmine. Sex. Sweat. And Ivy.

My Ivy. The mother of my child.

My fucking future. I’ve never known this kind of high.

Never known this kind of need. It’s not just lust. Not just love.

It’s possession. It’s blood-deep. It’s written into the bones of who I am now.

I feel her shift, just slightly, tiny trembles running through her. She tries to speak but doesn’t. Doesn’t need to.

I press a kiss to her temple. Then her cheek. Then her lips. Soft now. Gentle.

The storm has passed. For now.

“You okay, Baby Girl?” I whisper, brushing damp strands of hair away from her face.

She gives the tiniest nod, her lashes still clumped with tears. “Yeah. Just... wrecked.”

A smirk curls at my lips. “Damn right you are.”

She lets out a half-laugh, half-whimper, and I tighten my grip on her, pulling her fully on top of me like she’s a fucking blanket I never plan to take off.

Her cheek rests against my chest, and I feel her heartbeat it's fast, still recovering—pounding right over mine.

And God... her belly.

That tiny, barely-there swell. The start of something bigger than both of us.

I can’t stop touching it. My hand slides down from her back and rests low on her stomach, splayed out like I’m trying to protect the life I put there with my fucking body.

“Ours,” I murmur, voice hoarse. “That’s mine in there.”

She nods again, quieter this time. “Yeah.”

I feel her start to curl into herself, that worry sneaking back in like a shadow slipping under a locked door.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she whispers. “Any of it. Be a mom. Be... this.”

I grip her tighter.

“You don’t have to know. You just have to be mine.”

“What if I fuck it up?”

“Then we fuck it up together.” I tilt her chin up so she’s looking at me, eyes wide, vulnerable. “You listen to me, Baby Girl. There’s not a goddamn thing in this world I won’t burn to the ground for you. Or our kid.”

She blinks, more tears slipping free.

“I love you,” she says.

“I know,” I whisper. “You breathe like you love me.”

She lets out a shaky laugh, and I press another kiss to her lips, slow, lingering, messy with emotion.

“Sleep,” I command softly, tucking her in closer, wrapping the blanket around us both like armor.

“Don’t let go,” she murmurs, already slipping under.

“Never,” I promise. “Daddy’s got you. Always.”

She drifts off with a little whimper, the kind that stabs straight into my heart.

I stay awake. I watch her.

Because this woman—the one who knocked the breath from my lungs the second she came back, the one who drives me fucking insane, the one who carries my name, my heart, my heir—

She’s my religion now. And if anyone I mean anyone so much as looks at her wrong?

I will make the devil himself look like a fucking saint.

To Be Continued...