Chapter 52 Marking Every Corner

Chapter 52 Marking Every Corner


"Now no one can separate us," I breathe against her lips before capturing them for another hard kiss. 

This kiss is different—deeper, more desperate. It isn’t just about love; it’s about claiming each other. My hands slide down her bare back, pulling her impossibly close, while she tangles her fingers in my hair, kissing me deeply.

My hand slides down into the slit of her dress. I grab her thigh and wrap her leg around my waist before grinding my hard dick against her crotch. She moans into my mouth, making me harder. I dig my nails into her skin and bite her lips roughly. As I push her backwards, her leg hits the bed, and we fall onto it, our legs still on the floor, with me above her, still devouring her lips like my life depends on them.

My hand pulls the strap of her dress from one shoulder, and I kiss down her jaw, to her neck, and then her shoulder. I bite her collarbone, and she moans, clutching my hair. She’s panting beneath me, full of desire, and I love the effect I have on her—the way her body reacts to my touch. I fucking love it every time she shivers against me and her moans fill the room. I fucking love everything about this little girl. 

And this little girl is all mine.

I pull down her dress and take out one breast before sucking her nipple hard as she grips my hair tightly. Her moans reach my ears, and I smile against her skin. I feel so blessed to make love to her. I stare at her while still sucking, watching her eyes shut tightly, her mouth half open with moans of pleasure I’m giving her. My soul shines seeing this beautiful view of her. Just as I’m about to pull down the other strap of her dress, a knock on the door interrupts us.

Selena gasps, her eyes flying open, still hazy with desire. 

Fuck! 

Frustrated, I rest my forehead against hers as we both catch our breath.

“Selena, open the door.” I hear Denver’s voice. 

Wrong time, Denver.

She pushes me on the bed and quickly gets up. She smooths down her dress and presses a hand to her flushed cheeks. 

“Coming, Dad!” She shouts, shooting me a look to get up and gesturing for me to put on my shirt.

As I get up from the bed and pull on my shirt, she fixes her hair in front of the mirror. I stand behind her, running a hand through my hair, trying to control myself from doing something wild—like throw her over my shoulder and finish what we started.

God, Denver, I know you’ve finally accepted our relationship, but that doesn’t give you the right to interrupt us like this.

Selena takes a deep breath before opening the door, and there he is—Denver, our romance breaker. He looks at Selena, then at me, then back at her.

"Your mother and I are going on a business trip right now,” he says. “We’ll be back in two or three days. Just wanted to let you know.”

Then his gaze lands firmly on me. “And James… I know I don’t need to remind you, but I’m still protective as hell over my daughter.”

He places a hand on Selena’s cheek, and she smiles at him. Although it’s been almost a year, she is always overwhelmed by his affection. She is still learning to receive the love she’s longed for her entire life.

“Don’t worry, Den.” I step beside Selena and take her hand in mine, my eyes fixed on Denver. “I’ll take good care of her.” Then, shifting my gaze to her, I kiss her knuckles.

He hugs us both before saying goodbye and finally walking out.

Selena closes the door behind him and turns toward me.

A wicked smile spreads across her lips. “Now we’re alone in this house.”

And just like that, I know the night isn’t over. Not even close.

“So let’s mark every corner of this house with our love like we marked your college, my mansion, and many more places.” I pick her up on my shoulder. 

She chuckles. “Perfect plan.” 

“Because I’m perfect, my love.” I give a spank to her buttocks. 

“That’s true. No doubt.” 

I take her to the balcony and throw her on the swing. “Let’s begin from here.”



We’re lying on the floor of gazebos, naked, our legs tangled, and our bodies pressed together.

Every part of my body is exhausted, but it’s the kind of exhaustion that comes with complete satisfaction. The kind that makes you smile like an idiot while staring at the woman you love.

Selena’s fingers stroke the ink of her name on my skin, and all I can do is smile like a man who’s just conquered the world. Because I have, she is my world—and tonight, I made sure every inch of this place knows it.

We didn’t just make love—we made memories in every damn corner of this mansion.

It started on the balcony of her bedroom—where I fuck her in every corner—on the swing, bending her down on the railing, on the floor. 

Then the kitchen—her body arching on the countertop as I kissed and devoured her, her thighs wrapped tightly around me, her hands clutching my hair like she never wanted me to stop.

After that, on the dining table, I bent her over and took her from behind, grabbing her hair. It wasn’t just sex—it was a claiming, of her body and soul. This was what I had yearned to do ever since the night I met her for the second time and had dinner with her. 

Finally, I did it. It felt like a victory. 

The hall’s sofa? That was pure madness. She straddled me there, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rode me hard, screaming, ‘Daddy’. The way she moved, the way she looked into my eyes with nothing but love and hunger. I swear, I’ll never sit on that sofa again without getting hard.

We didn’t stop. We couldn’t stop.

The corridors? Yeah, I pressed her up against the wall between two windows, her legs around my waist, her head thrown back as I drove into her.

The stairs, the oversized mirror near the entrance where I took her from behind while she watched us—watched the way I possessed her completely—like some kind of erotic reflection of our love.

By the time we reached the gazebo, we were dripping in sweat, breathless and insane with need. 

And now… now she’s here, in my arms, glowing, smiling in her sleep. My little wild heart. My peace.

I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, and she stirs slightly, snuggling closer. Her soft lips brush my skin, and I feel her smile against my chest.

I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes.

This house will never be the same again.

Because we didn’t just fuck in every room—we loved. We made a memory in every corner. 

I’m certain, now in this house, she’ll always remain wet for me because every corner will remind her of me.

And that’s exactly how I want it. I want my little miss to always yearn for me, and always think about me. 

This place is ours now.

Forever.