“I’m a little shocked how long it took you to wake up,” he says, nuzzling against the crook of my neck. Someone is extremely affectionate in the mornings. He fists his cock, lining up the head of his dick against my already extremely wet pussy. “I wanted to fuck you so bad, pet. But I wanted to make sure you were really okay with this. We haven’t really had a chance to talk about everything.” He swipes the tip of his length up and down my entrance, waiting for permission.

I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his firm ass, pushing him against me. He kisses me and we both smile while we kiss. It’s fucking adorable and gross at the same time. It’s never been this carefree and easy. This is nothing like the last time we had sex. Dax takes his time. It’s a lazy morning fuck, and I like it far more than I ever should. His languid strokes and the way his hands gently touch my hair and face. It’s too much.

Not being able to handle the intimacy, I take matters into my own hands and thrust up from the bottom faster, making Dax groan. “Are you trying to top from the bottom, little witch?”

“Just fuck me,” I say harshly.

It’s almost like Dax can taste the lie, but he doesn’t call me out on my bullshit. “You need it rough, pet?”

I nod my head as Dax’s hand wraps around the side of my throat. I can feel my blood rush to my face and I’m not able to speak. My breaths are shallow and hard as Dax builds up a brutal pace, fucking me relentlessly. It’s almost like he’s angry, but that can’t be right. A hard no strings attached fuck is what every man—demon—would want, right?

“Who am I?” he asks, his grip on my throat loosening. Waiting for me to speak. Deep down I know what he wants me to say, but I feel like saying it will solidify what this is, and I can’t have that, can I?

“Dax,” I reply. Surely this whole daddy thing was a way to appease me. He doesn’t really want that. I don’t really want that—I lie to myself. If I let him take that role, I’m giving someone else control. Everything in my life right now is a fucking mess. There’s no way he wants to put up with all that.

“Wrong. Who am I?” I look up at his face, gone is the smile from earlier, he looks determined and dare I say, annoyed.