I let Nan take care of Anya for a while, help her take a shower. My baby girl got all dirty crawling from the Bentley with the help of Vlad. If Vlad hadn’t been tailing them, she would have been trapped with Holly inside the vehicle lying upside down in the ravine.

I took another quick shower to calm myself down. I’ve been sweating hot and cold. I feel battered from the inside out with fear and guilt.

Anya was all I could think about the past days.

She turned my world upside down with those words.

I presided over meetings but I was a total wreck inside. I couldn’t think straight. All I could think about was Anya and her words that changed me forever.

“Not like that! I don’t want you to love me like that. I want you to love me, Dave. Me.”

I’ve denied myself the smallest semblance of hope of ever hearing those words from her. The hope that by some cosmic design or divine intervention she feels the same way I feel for her.

She misunderstood me. I do love her like she wants me to love her. But she thought I didn’t feel the same. I let her believe it, too.

In the past few years when I started feeling different about her, I vehemently pushed the feeling away. I couldn’t reconcile it with my conscience. I loved her like my own daughter, and then I loved her like I wanted to possess her in a manner that was entirely amoral.

I felt sick to my soul.

It was an emotional conflict that was weighing down on me every day. I wanted to take care of my baby girl, not destroy her. I wanted her to have a bright future, a happy life. But I also dreaded the time when she’d start exploring her sexuality. I hoped it would take longer, because I wouldn’t be able to bear it if she wanted another man. I knew it would kill me, but I also knew I had to accept it no matter how it would hurt.

But the accident changed everything.

I glance at the clock. It’s almost 2 AM. It’s been almost an hour since I left her with Nan. I need to be with her again. I need to hold her in my arms again.

N an straightens from hunching in the armchair beside Anya’s bed when she sees me enter the bedroom.

Anya is already sleeping on the bed.

“You go get some rest now, Nan. I’ll take care of her,” I tell Nan in a hushed voice.

Nan gently touches Anya’s hair and then stands up and walks toward me. “She’s been asking for you.”

I nod and give her a look of gratitude. Without Nan, I wouldn’t quite know what to do in raising Anya. She’s been a strong pillar of our small family and I love her dearly. “I’ll watch over her. Goodnight, Nan. Thank you.”

She pats me on the shoulder and quietly leaves the room.

I gaze down at Anya on the bed. A lampshade at the side table illuminates her face.

I ache with every fiber of my being just looking at her. I sit on the armchair vacated by Nan and stare at her. She’s so beautiful. Nothing in my world is more beautiful.

I lean over to touch her face. I trace my fingers as gently as I can on her cheek. I need to feel her warm breath, her pulse, anything that will tell me she’s truly okay.

Despite the night’s ordeal, my adrenaline is still up. The fear in me hasn’t gone away. It’s still churning in my gut. I’m bursting with so much emotion I want to go to the gym downstairs and spend it on the treadmill to calm myself down, but I don’t want Anya to be alone in her room tonight.

Her long lashes flutter delicately, and her eyes slowly open.

I hold my breath, enthralled at the look of utter trust in her eyes.

“Dave…” she breathes in a sigh.

“I’m here, angel.”

“Don’t leave me.”

“Never.”

And I swear on my life, from now on, she will belong to me in every way. In all the ways she wants. In all the ways I want.

She smiles. “Come to bed with me.”

She’s opening the door again. Wide open. Paradise. And this time around, I open myself, too and let her know what I feel.

I look at her hungrily. I devour her with my eyes. “You know what will happen if I do.”

“Yes.”

The certainty in her answer obliterates everything but one reality in this moment.

It’s time to make her my woman.

I stand up and walk to the door.

“Dave…?” she calls out to me, her tone worried.

“Shh.”

I lock the door.

Then I face her again.

I slowly walk back to her bed.

I stop at the edge, looking straight at her. “After tonight, there’s no turning back.”

Anya responds by sitting up, pushing away the comforter covering her body.

I hold my breath.

She’s wearing a modest white nightie. It’s not too thin to be revealing, but my imagination has been running wild since she told me she loves me.

I’ve been aware that she had quite an impressive rack, but I didn’t want to think about them too much. But now, there’s no stopping me from appreciating her physical endowments.

Her big tits push up under her nightie, her nipples hard and can’t be concealed by the fabric. Her nightie has ridden up, exposing her gorgeous legs. I’ve seen her in nothing but skimpy bikinis, but never in this situation where she’s offering herself to me.

Now I can look at her like I really want to, as a man who desires her desperately.

She’s exquisite, small-framed but lush and curvy in all the right places. Her tan skin glows under the soft light, firm and so smooth and yet I know she feels soft as only a woman should be.

I can stare at her forever but I also want to touch her badly. My entire body is screaming for it.

No more denying myself. I let the floodgate of my passion for her completely snap open, releasing all my pent-up hunger for her to run on a rampage.

I want her to see how I’m so fucking hard for her, how my shaft has swollen to bursting, how my balls are churning with the seed I want to shoot into her depths. I have a massive hard-on that throbs for her, only for her, and I feel no shame anymore. I revel in the feeling. I don’t ever want to suppress it again. It feels so fucking good to enjoy this lust without reservation, without guilt.

“Come here, angel.“

She crawls like a feline toward me, her deep golden tresses tumbling forward in cascades. Her nightie dips at the front, giving me a mouthwatering view of her generous cleavage.

I’m mesmerized, my entire body tense with anticipation.

“Dave…” She kneels in front of me, her eyes sultry, full of invitation, submitting to her master.

I’m a starving man denied sustenance for far too long.

I lean over and pull her toward me by her tiny waist. Our bodies slam into each other.

It’s a giant electric shock exploding between us, rocking me from the inside out.

I gasp at the scorching hotness, at the rightness of this.

She lets out a desperate cry, feeling what I’m feeling, her arms wrapping around my neck. Her warmth seeps into my skin as our bodies press tightly in this embrace. This is the first time we’re touching each other in a sexual manner and it’s both staggering and liberating.

Her sweet, fresh scent surrounds me, and I’ll never want to be anywhere else but here, in her arms. For the first time I’m holding her in a manner I’ve only been fantasizing about. Possessively. Hungrily. My woman.

I plant my foot on the bed, grabbing her ass and pulling her to me closer.

She gasps, her eyes widening in surprise… or fear.

I know why. My cock is a monstrous dagger pushing up against her stomach. I’m breathless with the need to bury every pulsating inch deep inside her.

“Can you feel how much I want you, baby?”

She let’s out a shaky breath. “Yes…” And then she starts rubbing her belly against my shaft like she can’t wait to take it into her sweet body. “Oh, yes, Dave!”

I groan. I want nothing more than to do that, rip her panties off, open her legs wide and ram into her like a bull in a rut. But she’s a virgin, and though my desire is a rampaging animal inside me about to burst out of the cage of my barely there self-control, I force my body to calm the fuck down.

“Dave…” she mews my name again. God, I love the way she calls my name now. She’s no longer my ward. She’s my woman now calling me sweetly, fully aware that what we’re doing has traversed the boundaries of our former relationship. Yes, she’s old enough and she’s chosen to do this. Her decision is emphatic in her pelvic undulations against my hard dick.

I thread my fingers through her hair and cup the back of her head. I look deeply into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful, my sweet Anya. So beautiful. Do you know how much I’ve wanted you?”

She smiles, her eyes glistening.

“Shh, don’t cry, angel. No more tears from now on. I want to make you happy.”

“I am happy.”

“Not in the past months, you were not.”

“I was. It’s just that I wanted more.”

“Then you shall have it, my angel. I’ll give you everything.”

She smiles brighter. “Oh, Dave.”

I kiss her then. Erasing the line between us. Obliterating it. Changing the course of our destiny.

My universe explodes into a chaos of bliss.

God, so fucking sweet! With this kiss alone she owns me. All of me.

I slant my mouth, deepening the kiss, pushing my tongue in gently. She opens for me, letting me explore the innocence of her lips.

I groan in gratitude. How I’ve wanted to taste these lips, and now I can kiss her however I want, whenever I wish.

She pulls away to catch her breath.

Her eyes are dazed, luminous with her arousal, mesmerizing me. I want to see her look at me like that every single day from now on. Like her next breath depends on me. Like I’m the only source of her deepest pleasures.

“Anya…my Anya.”

I grip a fistful of her hair, pulling back, exposing the delicate column of her neck. I press my lips where her pulse beats wildly, inhaling her scent. “Baby, you smell so good.”

I kiss her neck, licking and sucking her skin, marking her.

She squirms in my arms. I tease her earlobe, snaking my tongue inside.

“Dave!” She shivers, but not with cold. Her body is burning up against me.

I pull her higher, draping her leg over mine until she’s cradling my hips. I start dry-humping her, guiding her to ride me as I pump up, rubbing my aching shaft against her cleft.

“I want you so much, angel. Feel how hard I am for you.”

She mews, her hips quickly learning the rhythm. “I want you, too. Oh Dave, I want you so much.”

I capture her lips again. This time, her tongue snakes out to duel with mine and she’s kissing me back like I can’t fucking believe.

I pause and look in her eyes. “You kiss very well.”

She bites her lower lip. “You don’t…like it?”

I stare at her, jealousy coiling inside me. But I’m an irrational idiot. Unless it was Vlad she’d been kissing, who could have gone past her bodyguard to teach her how to kiss? Vlad would never dare. He knew I’d kill him.

I pass my thumb across her luscious lips. “You’d better not kiss anybody else from now on.”

Her tongue snakes out to lick my thumb. She might as well have licked my cock. Then she’s sucking my thumb deep into her mouth.

Holy fuck…! I can’t help pushing my forefinger in and she eagerly sucks both of my digits.

The hot, slithering sensations her tongue is causing on my fingertips go straight to my cock, making me leak precum. My pores break out in goose bumps at the pleasure she’s giving me from sucking my fingers alone.

I have a goddess in my hands. An innocent one, but a natural sensualist.

Before she makes me squirt prematurely in my pants, I pull my fingers out and slam my lips back into hers. I kiss her with all the hunger that I’m finally permitting to feel in all its animal gluttony. I grip her long hair, tipping her head back, slanting my lips, shoving my tongue deep into her mouth, down her throat. I devour her sweetness, letting years of self-denial catch up in this moment.

But I hunger to taste other parts of her.

I let go of her lips and bury my face between her breasts.

I groan low in my throat. She’s so fucking soft and smells so fucking good. I can’t stop inhaling and tasting her skin. I capture her nipple and suck it through the fabric of her nightie, getting it wet.

She moans loudly, arching her back, cradling my head, her fingers gripping my hair.

I get both her nipples wet and she looks so fucking sexy with the cloth clinging to her skin, her nipples pointing at me.

I need to see her. Every inch of what is mine.

I lay her on the bed, near the edge.

I grip the front of her nightie and tug hard, ripping it in two, baring her to me.

Her big boobs bounce out freely.

I want to weep at how perfect she is.

An angel with the most beautiful tits, full and pert with deep pink nipples. I’m already jealous of the babies that are going to compete with their Daddy in feeding from these beauties.

The thought brings a fresh surge of blood to my groin, making me wince in pleasure-pain.

With the cum boiling like hot lava in my balls, I know I’d knock her up right away. The thought pleases me no end. I want to come inside her bareback. I want nothing between us.

These thoughts should shock me. I never thought I’d ever have children born from my loins, but now, I desperately want to shoot my cum inside my sweet angel.

I want our first time together to be so good for her. I’ve been with so many women, but none of them were virgins. I can’t risk hurting her with this monstrous of a boner, derailing her orgasm. I know for sure I’m going to hurt her virgin pussy no matter how gentle I’d be, but I’ll make sure she achieves pleasure before the pain. It’s quite a challenge though with my cock so fucking hard it’s already a ball of pain in my gut.

“Dave…” she calls my name impatiently, urging me to proceed.

Slow. Slow the fuck down, motherfucker.

I remove my shirt, leaving my pants on. That has to come off a bit later if only to delay the inevitable.

Her eyes roam my chest, taking me in with awe. A film of sweat covers my skin. I feel like combusting with the fire raging inside me. I’m pleased that she likes my body. I work out like a maniac and now she can have all of me to do as she pleases.

I span her hips with my hands, lifting her lower body. “Wrap you legs around me.”

She does and I crouch above her, pressing my face in the valley between her breasts, inhaling deeply, licking a wet line up to her neck and chin. She smells like vanilla and desire.

“Feed me with you nipples.”

Without inhibition, she cups her luscious tits and squeezes them together, pointing her nipples at my mouth.

I pounce on one bud, flicking my tongue over it. She goes crazy, moaning loudly.

“Oh Dave, I feel so hot!”

“Where? Here?” I pull her nipple deep into my mouth. She throws her head back, keening as though I’m hurting her, but I know I’m not.

“Ohhhh my god!” she pants, pushing her chest up against my face harder.

I latch on her nipples alternately, sucking on them noisily. My cock is a steel rod between us and she’s moaning and rubbing her cleft against it like she has an itch. Hot damn, I knew she’d be hot, but I didn’t know she’d be this hot, like she can’t wait for me to split her cunt open and fuck her hard. She’s dying for it as I am, matching my passion.

“Dave…Dave, please!”

Her arousal fills my nostrils, her sweet cries music to my ears, feeding my hunger that’s almost unbearable now.

I marvel at how hard and wet I’ve made her nipples. I bet she’s wetter between her legs now. Just the thought makes me pant and salivate like a horndog. The nectar of her desire will flow on my lips soon.

I pull away and kneel on the bed.

She makes a protesting sound, rising up to pull me back.

“Lie down,” I command her.

She lies back down like an obedient child. I can already see the makings of a passionate domme which I will tremendously enjoy in the future, but right now I’m the fucking master and she’s the innocent virgin.

I lift her legs, bringing her feet to my chest.

I look down at her lying like an offering at an ancient altar— eyes asking and waiting for more, wet big breasts jutting out, narrow waist and flaring hips perfect for bearing my babies, and that lace-covered patch of heaven between her legs— I feel like a god about to claim her purity. It’s primal, this need in my gut to possess her, draw the blood of her innocence, watch her bleed on my cock.

My hands travel along the length of her legs, feeling her silky skin, all the way down to the juncture of her thighs. I squeeze the curve of her hips, the globes of her ass. So fucking sexy. So fucking mine.

I pull her panties up her legs and inhale deeply when the lacy garment reaches her ankles. She’s soaked her poor panties, her heady pheromones going straight to my head.

Jesus, if I can bottle this scent, I would.

“I can smell your juices, baby. Are you very wet for me?” I know she is, but I don’t want to look yet. I torture myself a bit more, testing my self-control to the limit.

She nods shyly, biting her lower lip.

“How wet are you, angel? Tell Daddy.”

“Like I’m…like I’m flowing down there...and…and I can’t stop it.”

She actually looks worried and I want to laugh at her adorable ignorance of her body, but I’m so hard that my heartbeat feels like it’s emanating from my cock. I can’t remember being this turned on. I’m afraid my veins are going to burst any moment with the pounding of my pulse.

“Angel mine, Daddy is going to love your flowing wet pussy.”

I lick her big toe. She squirms, grabbing the sheets.

I lick her feet, running wet lines and circles on her soles, sucking her little toes, playing my tongue on them until she’s pressing and twisting her legs together in crazed need.

Then I finally open her legs.