All Chapters of Daddy’s Girl [ Her Mother's Husband]: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

We find ourselves in the master bedroom. Conjoined. Kissing softly. Then hard. Then desperately. Then feverishly, clinging to each other like lifelines, then slowly again, gently, deliciously, taking our time. Making it worthwhile. Making it last. It is not our first, but it would be in a sense. All the previous times, we had sex under all the lies we told ourselves. But now, we will be making love for the first time. It is heady. It is so singularly delicious that I feel detached from my body. As much as I feel in touch with myself in the way he holds me, there is still an element of disbelief, of enchantment that envelopes me. Is this actually real? Did I deserve this much pure undiluted joy? What did I do to deserve it? Is it going to last? Am I going to lose it?Stephane's tongue kisses into my mouth and I promptly forget my trail of thoughts. It is impossible to hold onto anything when he is kissing me like this. It is not our first kiss, but it feels like the first time. I am

Stephane takes his time. Before he even reaches down, I am already overstimulated. He trails wet teasing kisses all over my body, covering every inch of my skin, worshiping me reverently like he can't believe I am his. I cradle his head tenderly, interweaving my fingers in his hair, biting my legs, exhaling in frustration when he slows down more than needed. He takes me on this ride that is all highs and minimal lows and I savour every sensation. I savour every single thing. Holding on greedily, not wanting to waste a moment. Stephane looks up at me, his seductive lips resting on the slight rising curve of my lower belly, I see the look in his eyes and know what it means. He has that sizzling focused feel to them. He holds my eyes as he presses his lips to my skin, my breathing becomes rapid. I squirm under his firm hold, feeling my body respond to him in its entirety. "You are perfect. I can't believe you are mine. All mine." He mutters low against my skin. Flaming my heat to almo

Stephane POV:I open my eyes to the morning light streaming in through the half opened blinds of the bedroom. Aleen is in my arms, flushed and stunning. Her graceful form is soft and pliant, yielding to me even in sleep. I watch her sleep for a while, feeling content. My heart opens up and stretches with the outpour of emotions. Hard emotions. Soft emotions. Intense emotions. All the emotions. Everything I am unused to feeling. It floods through me, watching the girl I am in love with, sleep. Her face is relaxed, rosy lips set slightly apart and she makes little gasping sounds as she breaths that makes me wonder if she is having a rough dream. The sunlight is on her face so I move to shield her, but she comes awake, soft intelligent eyes latching onto mine immediately. She smiles and my heart tugs. She is everything."Hi." She says, her smile stretching. I could get drunk off of watching her. She is mesmerising. When I look into her eyes, I forget about everything else. Nothing else

"You understand why I have to do this, why we have to do this. Please tell me you understand." Stephane is still on his knees next to me. It is so unnatural to be looking at him from this vantage angle, our usual dynamic is me looking up at him and now I am looking down to meet his eyes, I am too overwhelmed by my feelings to care much. He doesn't seem to mind. He seems content down there, hands on my legs, unsure. "I don't." I say, my heart is shattering into a million pieces. And I am not exaggerating. It feels exactly like that. A million jagged pieces stabbing me, wounding me further. "Just till the dust settles, love. We have to stay away from eachother until I settle Christine. We are dissolving our marriage and she is very sensitive right now. She has been snooping around, trying to figure out who the other woman is. I have to protect you. And maybe protect her too. This is not something you guys can come back from and I don't think I would be able to forgive myself if I am t

"I already told them that we would show up, Aleen. Please don't make me look like a liar." Charlie whines, standing over me in bed. I try to pull the covers over my head but she stops me, yanking it away. I groan in protest, but she doesn't yield. She pulls the entire duvet off my body, I have been in my pajamas for over three days and it looks like it. It has been two weeks. Two weeks since I came back from Stephane's penthouse, completely emotionally wrecked. And I am still wrecked. Maybe not as badly as the first week, I managed to go for classes this week after all, but I am still so tender from the heartache that rocked my world, that I am still hiding from the world. Still not interested in anything that I should be interested in. Most especially this annoying party my classmates are throwing to celebrate the end of the semester before exams. Exams are starting in a week, and I am as unprepared as I have never been, it is almost comical because I am not even particularly tense