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She lets out a frustrated whine. "Please, Daddy, I need more."

"What do you need, baby? Tell Daddy exactly what you want."

Her face flushes even deeper pink, but she meets my eyes with determination. "I… I want you inside me, Daddy. Please."

The raw need in her voice sends a jolt of electricity down my spine. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock just barely pressing against her. "Are you sure, baby girl? There's no going back after this."

"Yes," she breathes. "I'm sure. I want this. I want you."

With a low groan, I slowly push into her tight heat. Her walls clench around me as I sink deeper, inch by delicious inch. Tizzy gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"You okay, Bunny?" I ask, stilling my movements.

She nods, biting her lip. "Just… give me a moment to adjust."

I pepper her face with soft kisses as she relaxes around me. When she starts to wiggle her hips impatiently, I take that as my cue to move. I start with slow, deep thrusts, savoring every sensation. Tizzy moans beneath me, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me closer.

I increase my pace, driven by Tizzy's enthusiastic responses. Her breathy moans and whimpers urge me on as I thrust deeper,harder. The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking - skin against skin, gasps of pleasure, murmured endearments.

"That's it, baby girl," I growl. "Take all of Daddy's cock. You're doing so well."

Tizzy keens at my words, her back arching off the bed. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around me. I slip a hand between us to rub tight circles on her clit.

"Come for me, Bunny," I command. "Let Daddy feel you fall apart."

With a cry of ecstasy, she obeys. Her body goes taut as a bowstring as her climax crashes over her. The pulsing of her orgasm triggers my own release, and I groan as I empty myself inside her.

We collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both panting heavily. I gather Tizzy close, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. "You did so good, baby," I murmur, stroking her hair gently. "So perfect for Daddy."

Tizzy nuzzles into my chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion.

I tilt her chin up, meeting her eyes. "Are you okay? Was that… alright?"

She nods, a shy smile playing on her lips. "More than alright. It was… healing, in a way. Like reclaiming something that was taken from me."

My heart swells with a mixture of pride and protectiveness. I pull her closer, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad, Bunny. You deserve to feel safe and loved."

We lay in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. Eventually, Tizzy stirs, propping herself up on an elbow to look at me. "Can we… do that again sometime?"

I can't help but chuckle at her eager expression. "Anytime you want, baby girl. Daddy's here for whatever you need."

Her face lights up with a radiant smile, and I feel my heart skip a beat. This is everything. She is everything. Everything I will burn the world to protect and keep in my arms as reality crumbles around us.

Chapter Fourteen

Tizzy

One week later:

Pulling the hot apple pie from the oven, I nod at the perfectly buttery crust. I check the peach cobbler in the oven and scrunch my nose before shaking my head and closing it back. Still needs another ten minutes. I’m dancin’ and swingin’ what my mama gave me as I stir, whisk, and kneed some more dough. My thoughts are running all over the place, from wondering exactly what happened to Cara and Connor, to how I’ve been settling in the last week.

The first couple of days mainly consisted of me getting lost and turned all tipsy turvy every time I tried to find any room that wasn’t the common room or our suite. I think I finally have most of the layout of this place figured out. Kind of.

“You take it back! You take it back right now!” Mania dang near screams the place down as he follows a clearly exasperated Crypt into the kitchen and to one of the tables near the island. I don'tknow what they are arguing about, but it has to be serious. I’ve never seen Mania so worked up.

“I will not. It's based on proven facts. Look it up. Just because you refuse to leave your delusional little world and realize science and fact trump personal feelings doesn't make it not true,” Crypt all but yells, clearly exasperated.

“Don't get all smart on me, bulky brain. Science and facts in certain cases can be null and void to the passion one might feel on the emotional journey that comes from within,” Mania explains.