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Elizabeth falls back onto the bed with another infectious giggle, her bright eyes sparkling with untamed joy.
"Today is my special day!" she shrieks, her voice bubbling over with excitement.
I prop myself on one elbow, feigning ignorance. "Really?" I ask, my lips curving into a smile. "And why is today so special?"
"It's my birthday, mama!" Elizabeth exclaims, her small hands clapping together in delight.
The simple statement fills me with a rush of love and a hint of nostalgia. Another year has passed, marking the growth of our little miracle. The moment is interrupted by a knock on the door, and in comes Mrs. Collins with her usual efficiency cloaked in concern.
"Apologies, Mr. and Mrs. Blackhart," Mrs. Collins says, stepping into the room. Her gaze shifts to Elizabeth, her expression firm but not unkind. "Young madam, we do not wake your parents," she chides gently.
Elizabeth's shoulders slump slightly, her exuberance dimming a little. "I'm sorry," she says as her little toes draw circles on the comforter.
"It's alright," I hurry to reassure both Elizabeth and Mrs. Collins, my voice soothing the ruffled feathers of the morning. "We were getting up anyway."
Mrs. Collins surveys the scene, the lines of her face softening just a tad. Giving a curt nod, she then turns her attention back to Elizabeth. "It is time for breakfast," she informs her, her hand extended towards our daughter.
With one last excited glance at us, Elizabeth hops off the bed, takes Mrs. Collins' hand, and together, they make their way to the door, which closes behind them with a soft, definitive click. Left in the quiet wake of their departure, Damien and I exchange a look.
The look Damien gives me is one I've come to know intimately. It’s full of heat, desire, and undying love. In moments like these, he seamlessly transforms from the playful, doting father into the man whose hunger for me is as clear as day. How he manages this swift transition, I can’t say, but the shift in his gaze is more than enough to ignite a fire within me.
His eyes, dark and piercing, send a clear message that resonates deep in my core. My breath hitches slightly, recognizing the silent promise of what’s to come. The unspoken conversation between our eyes has always been our secret language.
Damien lunges at me like a man on a mission. A laugh escapes me as I fall back on the bed. His mouth covers mine in a searing kiss before he moves to my neck, sucking on it and leaving his mark. I can feel his hard length rubbing up and down my center before his hand pulls my underwear down.
My underwear gets caught on my legs, and I kick them off before widening my legs as he positions himself. In one smooth thrust, he's buried deep inside me, and I moan from the pleasure of it. His mouth moves to mine again, his tongue dueling with mine as he thrusts slowly.
"Mmm," he moans from my slickness.
It's always like this with him. One look and I’m instantly wet, hot, and ready for him to devour me whole. Damien pulls out and slowly thrusts back in again, stretching me in a way only he can. I moan into the kiss, moving my hips to give him better access. To get deeper. Goosebumps cover my body as a fire lights inside me, boiling my blood as I lose myself in the pleasure he gives me with each agonizingly slow thrust.
"Damien," I moan into his mouth because I need more.
He breaks the kiss before sitting up, grabbing my hips, and thrusting harder. His pace increases, and his thrust becomes deeper. The sound of slapping bodies fills the air, mixed with our heavy breathing. My moans become louder, and I'm getting close. Close the cliff that will send me off to the land of orgasmic pleasure. I finally erupt in his arms, pulling him closer to hide my wails in his neck. I'm consumed by this man. He owns me, body and soul.
I lay back and let him use my body to reach his peak. His breathing becomes erratic, and he leans down, kissing me like he'll never kiss me again. He gives a few more thrusts and moans into my mouth as he finds his release. He pulls from my body, and semen drips onto the sheets, leaving a mess that I'm sure will make the maid blush when washing them.
"Good morning, wife," Damien's voice is husky, his words a tender stroke as his hand trails along my cheek. I can't help but smile up at him, feeling the warmth of our shared love enveloping me like a familiar blanket.
"Good morning, husband," I reply, still basking in the afterglow of our passionate connection. "It seems like someone woke up with quite the appetite this morning."
There's a playful hint in my voice, acknowledging the fervor with which he greeted the day and me. Damien's reply comes not just in words but in action as he leans in to kiss me deeply once more.
"I can't help it," he murmurs against my lips, the vibrations sending tingles down my spine. "I can never get enough of you. Your body is perfection. It’s heaven being between your legs."
"Well, I guess it's good to get a taste of heaven now because our day is about to be hell," I say with a laugh that's more nervous than humor.
Today isn't just any day. It's the day our home turns into a proverbial zoo, buzzing with squealing children hopped up on cake and excitement. Elizabeth is turning five, and the thought of managing about ten little ones of the same age is admittedly daunting.
At first, Damien was set against throwing a party, but all it took was one glimpse of Elizabeth's glistening eyes. The thought of no party was too much for her to bear. I've never seen him buckle under pressure, but he gave in quickly to his little princess. She truly has him wrapped around her little finger.
"Think of today as practice," Damien says as he gets out of bed.
"Practice?" I question, amusement lacing my tone as I watch his bare back, muscles shifting as he moves towards the closet.
"Yes, practice. Elizabeth is turning five, love. It's time to give her that sibling I've been trying to give her," he states decisively, rummaging through his clothes.
I can't help but laugh, the sound bouncing warmly off the walls. Yes, Damien has been quite vocal about adding to our family.
