Chapter 8 Wild Desires

• Annie
• The car ride isn't very long, and I thank the driver and our personal details on the way out. Ever since Daniel learned I was pregnant, the number of guards that are tasked to follow me have been doubled, which considering the threats I've received (the ones Daniel does't know about, yeah those) I don't seem to mind it as much as I used to. There is clear danger here, and I feel safer now that I know I'm being followed by people that Daniel trusts completely.
• Clarita and I go our separate ways with a warm hug and I'm heading back down the familiar hallway that started it all. It seems like just yesterday I was traveling this way with my maid's cart, getting ready to clean the wing I thought was empty. I find myself smiling. Damn, am I glad it wasn't empty. If that chance encounter never happened, I doubt I would've even seen Daniel in person, let alone have met him, and we sure as hell wouldn't have started our arrangement.
• I nod to the guards standing outside the door to the suite and open it to be attacked by Baxter who yips at me playfully and stick out his tongue as he licks my bare legs all over. I bend down and pick him up and he covers my face in puppy kisses. He's so big and he's getting a little chubby, but he will always be my little baby.
• "Hi, Baxie boy. How was your day? Did you miss mama?" I coo to him and he barks happily, his little stub of a tail wagging furiously. I giggle and walk into the living room area with him in my arms and set my purse and coat on the table. It's fall in Verilia and it's gotten a little chilly so I always make sure I have a sweater or a coat when I go out. I notice that Daniel's suitcoat is laying over the sofa too and I smile.
• "Daniel?" I call out, walking towards the bedroom. I frown when I don't get an answer. "Daniel? Are you here?" I still don't get an answer but I keep heading into the bedroom anyway. When I open the door I can't help but suck in a breath of air in surprise.
• The bed is covered in rose petals and Daniel is sitting at the end of it. I raise a brow. "What are you...?" Before I can get the rest of that sentence out, he's already in front of me, grabbing my throat lightly and kissing me passionately. I moan around his lips and open my mouth for his tongue to explore mine. His other hand winds itself in my blonde locks and tugs, pulling my head back so his mouth can explore my sensitive neck. He covers it in kisses and steamy lovebites until I find myself leaning into his touch, desperate for more. It's always like this. I always seem to be leaning into him, craving all he can give me. Daniel is my drug, and I'm an addict just craving my next fix, only for it to never be enough.
• He lightly squeezes the sides of my neck, effectively clouding my brain and his other hand leaves my hair, only to trail down lower... and lower... and lower... until his fingers are pulling my panties to the side and sliding inside my soaking wet core with an audible squelch that should make me cringe, but only excites us both. He softly curls and strokes my inner walls with the pads of his fingers, making me cling to him and moan in ecstacy until he's rapidly thrusting his fingers in and out of me. I close my legs from the overstimulation and the hand around my neck gives a warning squeeze and his lips are nibbling at my earlobe. "Open." Daniel growls in warning and I can do nothing but obey, unclenching my thighs to allow him access to every part of me.
• "Good girl," his voice praises me, making me feel like molten honey inside. "Never close your legs. You're mine, and if I want to fingerfuck you until you beg me to stop, until you're clawing at me like a wild animal, then that's what I'm going to do, understand?"
• I nod breathlessly on the back end of a moan as his fingers hit that one spot that takes me as close to heaven as a mortal being ever can get and shiver at his words. Daniel always did know how to talk dirty.
• He bites down on my earlobe, making me squeak. "You know what I expect."
• I do. Daniel always wants a verbal answer. So as always, I give him what he wants. "I understand, Master."
• His lips return to my neck and his fingers twist and curl and I'm climbing higher and higher until I can do nothing but fall apart and shatter into a million pieces, only for his kisses and gentile touch to put me back together again.
• "I missed you." He says against my lips.
• "I missed you too." I breathlessly repond. Oh how I missed him. How I missed this. I can't believe this is the man I fell in love with, how this is the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.