No joke, Salome changed her mind sixteen times when trying to decided if she wanted to meet her birth mom. It wasn't that she was scared but there was a real thought and fear that she would just lose it in the middle of the conversation and she didn't want to lose it. Her father would get upset at Amanda and it wasn't this woman's fault that
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Sometimes it's best to bury his head in the sand. he's not a stupid man. He knows that if she's his daughter, then she gets up to plenty with the boys from her school. But if he acknowledged that reality, he'd be too furious to function without committing a murder that'd end up too high-profile to risk.
If he knew she were self-conscious about her eyes he would be stunned. He might even laugh because he couldn't help it. They're his favorite part of her, those eyes, he's drawn them a thousand times over the years and echoed their color in infinite mediums. Those eyes are beautiful eyes. Salome's eyes. His daughter's eyes.
The way she takes him deeper, or, at least, begins to, makes him moan. "Oh, Salome, fuck." His fingers tighten in her hair and his toes curl at the sensation of being guided into his daughter's throat. "You're getting so good at this, baby. Someday soon you might even be able to swallow me whole."
He chuckles, his lips curling back from his teeth in a dark grin while his fingers tickle against her scalp. "Of course no boy could replace me, but I don't like the idea of them trying to. Not at all. If you ever start properly dating I'll buy a shotgun to clean while your boyfriends introduce themselves."
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This is just a new stage of growth. She couldn't remain his small, innocent little girl forever, that just wasn't possible. Now. Now they have this, this play. This fucking. This love making. Whatever they want to call it. It's a new level, a new stage, this is how people grow.
Her hands slide over his thighs as she finally lifts her head from his lap and licks her lips. Her hands continue their path upward, over his chest, putting kisses on him as she travels with them. There is always such reluctance to leave his cock but she wants to feel him inside of her once again, that's always what she wants, he should be inside of her.
"I want to swallow you whole. I want to start at your toes and eat you piece by piece, I want to hollow you out so only your bones and skin remain and once you're empty I want to climb inside of you and never, ever leave." Hips to his hips, forehead to his forehead she breathes him in, she stares into his eyes until her hips push down and she takes him inside of her, slowly. Achingly slow.
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There are fragments of that innocent little girl still within her, like big shards of mirror glass. He has no trouble reconciling the image of his innocent princess with his wicked girl. They bleed into one another, and though her wicked side certainly seems to overtake the other, he has no doubt that his little girl will always be within her. That he'll always be able to catch a glimpse of sweetness in the lilt of her giggle, in the tone of her whine, in her face while she sleeps, in her voice while she pleads.
You can't hold on to the past, no, but sometimes you can merge it with the present.
As those hands and kisses begin to traverse upward, he grins and spreads his arms. His hands frame her beautiful face, fingers tangling in her hair as her body aligns so well with his. His thumb strokes over her cheekbone, back and forth while she speaks, his grin ever-widening. Now that's the kind of declaration of love that makes sense to him, and it makes his heart swell with joy to hear. "Oh, princess, I know exactly what you mean, my darling girl. But don't you know you're already inside me? When you were about two you tore out my heart to make a space for yourself and you've been there ever since."
While she gazes into him and begins to slowly, so slowly impale herself upon his length, he groans and brushes his damp mouth against hers. "I know what you mean. I want to eat you alive. Sometimes I look at you and I want to sink my teeth into your flesh and take a big bite out of you. Oh, Salome, darling, Christ--" His hips press up toward his, slowly working to meet hers. "Babydoll, my bones ache when I look at you."
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It's the principle behind forensics, that for every place that we go, every person we encounter we take something of them and leave behind something as well. He will always be her father, that won't ever change, their relationship will evolve but he will always be the man that is there to guide her and to teach her new things. He will love her and caress her when she gets hurt. There is just now an addition on to it, a new level. Maybe nothing ever remains static but nothing ever really changes either.
One thing is for certain, she will always be her father's child, a daddy's girl, there is no getting around that fact. It's not either one of them wants changed, and why change it? It's been working out so well for him.
He cups her face and she sighs, eyelids fluttering closed as he pushes up slightly and she pushes down to meet in the middle. It never gets old. The feeling of him, the ache when he first enters her, she could do this forever, feeling him, every blessed inch. A sigh, she breathes him in and lets her eyes open slightly to watch him grin up at her. She would be so safe inside of him, forever, wrapping around his skin and in his bones, they could fuse together after years and years and become this new living, breathing, forever thing.
"I ache when I am with out you," the sort of ache that travels down to her soul and twists and squeezes. That somehow finds it's way to her fingers and knuckles as if they were a direct connection between body and soul. It hurts. "Is that what love is? Is it hurt, is it ache when someone is so close that you can feel every cell of them, and hurt when they are far away?" She barely moves her hips, her lips, she remains close, wants to remain still. She wants to remain in this place, to never, ever go home again.
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"That's the way I think of it, princess. A hunger for a person. A visceral ache for them." His mouth opens against hers and he inhales to steal her breath, his jaw crying out for her at this very moment. He doesn't feel the hurt she describes when they're apart, no--nor does he feel it with Susan, or Delilah, unless it's been a long time between meetings. He's now and then caught himself missing his daughter--and sometimes even her mother--when the women are on vacation, but absence always makes his heart grow fonder. Space is good, he needs it to breathe.
But the ache, yes, he knows that well. Very well. He feels it even now, in his jaw and his hands. He's known it for her in a platonic way ever since she was little, and now he knows it in a way that feels deeper than that. Moments where he could smother her because he loves her so much have transmuted to the overwhelming desire to sink his teeth into her.
His pelvis grinds against hers, his cock rocking within its confines, and his mouth captures hers. The kisses he gives are consuming, but gentle, his hand still surrounding her face before drifting down to rest upon the back of her neck and shoulder. "The love I feel for you is deeper than the kind any father should dare to feel for his daughter, Salome. I love you so much I could absolutely destroy you."
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A slow roll of hips, pressing and and pressing and then lifting as she sighs against him and she lets her hands move from either side of his head to his shoulders, over his chest and then back down, kissing him and sighing against his mouth. So deep and heavy, these words, so light and full these touches and caresses. There is a time for hard and frantic, but this, this deep and thorough is something she so badly wants right now. These whispered words between them, sacred and beautiful in a way she knows she will never have with anyone else.
"I want that," she tells him quietly, her fingers moving over his cheek, hips lifting easy and slow. "There is no way else on earth that I would rather go. In your arms, under your teeth, your hands. Just so long as I was with you, just so long as you never, ever let me go. That would be worse then anything else on the face of this planet. I need you so completely, more then air."
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But its suitability doesn't make it any less moving; quite the contrary, his heart swells with pride and love, and he rocks within her, tilting his head to plant tender kisses down her neck. His arms around her tighten while he murmurs against her throat. "No, baby, I'll never let you go, you should know that by now. There's nothing you could hope to do to get me to let you go. I don't care...if you're arrested. Or if you got knocked up, or ran off with some stupid boy. You will always, always be mine, I will always be here to hold you when you need it, to help you up and kiss your wounds. My Salome, oh, Salome." He sighs and lifts his head to stare deep into her eyes, beyond them, while his back and hips arch against her with lazy pleasure.
"You could kill a man and I'd help you clean up the body. I will never stop loving you." And in fact, such a thing would probably get him loving her more. "I will be a part of you forever, my darling girl, and you, a big chunk of myself."
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"Daddy," she attempts to wrap her arms around him as best as she can, eyes squeezing shut as she sniffles softly and hides her face against his neck, wet with tears that are escaping the confines of her eyes and leaking all over her cheeks and his neck. Because that's the fear, isn't it? To be let go, to be cast aside and forgotten about. To know that he won't let her go, that no matter what he will be there to comfort and to wrap around her in such a way to let her know that he still loves her, touches her deeply. She doesn't know what to say, how to respond, except against him in wet tears. It's been an emotional day and this, this is just icing on the cake.
She isn't sad, but just, deeply touched and moved by what he is telling her and that she completely and utterly believes it. "I love you," all broken and whispered wet. "I love you so much. I won't ever stop. I won't ever leave you, I swear."
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"Shsh, baby, it's okay, Daddy's here." His arms tighten around her, one hand resting upon the back of her head while his other arm cradles her back. "And he'll always be here. Always, always. Cry to your pretty heart's content, he'll never do anything but kiss those delicious tears from your eyes."
Unless she gives him a reason to leave her--a good reason, a damn good reason--he absolutely sees no reason to leave her. It would be silly. She's one of his most valuable possessions, there's no way he could bring himself to throw her away even if she did end up burning down their house. Her fragile little whispers only seem to hammer the point home, his fingers curling in her hair and his chin resting upon the top of her head, a wolf curling around its pup.
It's cute, she says it as if she has a say in the matter one way or another. "I know you won't, baby. You're mine forever." His lips purse and he kisses the crown of her skull, his hips rocking slow against hers. "You and I are bound to each other by love, and blood, and many other things besides, it seems. So never worry. I have little doubt that we'll both be there for one another whenever we really need to be."
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She feels like she felt a million years ago when she was tiny and woke up from a nightmare and he was there to comfort and take her in his arms. It's a beautiful feeling to know that even after all those years have past that he will still wrap around her and comfort her, even though it's not fear that she is currently feeling. In moments like this, there is no way she could ever rise to hurt him or leave him. Too bad there is no way to bottle this feeling, to keep it on her at all times to take out when she is in need of reminding when he isn't there with her, or if he is there, he can't pull her on to his lap like this and reassure her.
Her fingers wrap around his shoulders and she sniffles a little bit, her hips picking up the slow pace that he is giving her, taking her mind off the tears and off the current overwhelming happiness and ache that he put in her that inspired those tears. He will always be there to kiss her hair, to whisper into her ear. "Forever," she agrees quietly before putting a soft, wet kiss on the heated skin of his throat. A few more kisses up the line of his throat to his ear, where she rests her forehead for a moment. "You're so good to me. I'll love you for ten thousand years."
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Those tears are like nectar, so sweet, so beautiful. He pecks her cheek and nuzzles up against her wet flesh, humming against her with a low sigh of bliss. "I can't help but be good to you,you're my weakness, baby. My heel." And how. If she wasn't, Susan wouldn't have any power over him.
Sitting up, Richard keeps her pinned to his chest to let her rock in his lap while his hips arch and grind in time with hers. He tilts her head back to kiss her mouth and jaw, smiling as he does. "You're so beautiful when you cry, babydoll, you know that? I hate to see you cry as much as I love it."
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"I didn't mean to cry on you during sex," she whispers and finally pulls back to look up at him with a slight smile. Her hand moves back over his cheek and then down over his throat and neck, pushing away all the wet that she left there when she pressed close and cried on him like the little girl that she is. Of course he doesn't mind, he never minds anything when it comes to her. Well there are some things, but most of the time he takes her as she is and tells her that he loves her despite it all.
Her arms and legs wrap around him as he sits up on the bed, sighing deeply as she bounces on his lap, little thrusts to go along with the rocking and grinding of his hip into hers. "I think I am kind of messy when I cry," she looks up at him with a smile, her lips brushing over his after his tongue presses to her cheek. A deep breath in and she nuzzles his cheek in return, kissing his face over and over as she sighs out a groan against him. "I love you all over, I love you absolutely, no matter what."
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"Messy, maybe, but I think it's beautiful. All that pure, sweet emotion pouring out of you." It's nothing he could possibly comprehend on any real level, but oh, God, he can certainly admire it. Especially in moments like these, when his entire body seems to be contained in that one point within hers, when his hands can't possibly touch her skin enough.
"That's what I like to hear, baby." He grins, devilish, and nips the tip of her nose. "You better remember that, young lady." He squeezes her tight and presses his hand to her abdomen, his lips capturing hers. "I'd hate to have to remind you."
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So good. So very nice. Her hands all over him and his hands all over her, she can breathe up against his chest and sink her teeth into his collar, sucking on the bite of skin all while she grinds down on top of him. She wants to tear him apart, to grip and rip him till her fingers stop aching and all she can feel is the squish and crunch of him under her nails and between her fingers.
"You won't have to ever remind me, I'm yours."
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Like father, like daughter. He could tear her limb from limb in moments like these, as a reaction to the beautiful, suffocating intimacy between the two of them. He lifts his head to grin at her promise, tongue ghosting against her lips while the hand around her back finds a place to play between her legs and double her pleasure. "No? Even if I'm the wickedest, cruelest man who ever lived, you'll still be mine?"
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"I'll still be yours, I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky." Her hands through his hair and her head ducking to capture his mouth in a brutally hard kiss. That's when she tries to wiggle away from him, and turn over. The weight of him on top of her reminds her how good it feels when he is taking her from behind. She wants him to push her down into the mattress with the power of those hips.
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