She still slept like the dead. Completely immobile. I was sure she’d sleep through the most dangerous earthquake.

I’d turned up the heat in the middle of the night when she kicked off the covers and exposed her sexy body to me. I always liked watching her. She was the unattainable art. No matter what I created, I knew I’d never make anything as beautiful as Devlynn. If she’d lived during the time of the masters, they would’ve fallen at her feet to capture her beauty with marble or on canvas.

My hand slid up her soft skin. Skin so soft that it seemed almost ethereal in its texture. Her puckered nipples were so delectable that I sucked one into my mouth, savoring it.

Her legs parted, and I took the opportunity to glide my fingers through her slick slit. There was something incredibly sexy about touching her while she slept. Knowing I had all the control to do with her as I wanted. But I also knew I wanted her to see.

Rising off the bed, I grabbed my phone and set it up on the nightstand on her side, positioning it where it would be optimal to record.

I looked at the camera and spoke. “I own you, Devlynn. That means I’ll take you any way I want. Whenever I want.”

She moaned and rubbed her legs together in her sleep as I squeezed her perfect, round tits in my hands. Fuck I’d missed those tits. I dreamed about touching them too many nights to count. I would fist my cock, making myself cum with Devlynn’s name on my lips.

I pushed her legs further apart, my eyes focused on her wet cunt. Even in her sleep, she responded so easily to my touch. I inhaled her pussy, my mouth watering for a taste. “Daddy’s going to eat that cunt, Princess. I’m going to tongue fuck you until you come in your dreams.”

I liked using the word “daddy.” There was something depraved about making her call me by the name she used for the man who helped ruin my life. I knew it was fucked up and twisted, but that was what trauma did if you let it fester. I’d spent five years not confronting it, hiding it under rage and humiliation. I let it wait for me until it became an infection, a full-blown disease with only one cure.

Her.

My Devlynn. Being with her was like the sun rising after perpetual night. I didn’t know what happiness was or how she was the pure joy lacking in my life until I saw her again. Maybe that was why I couldn’t bear to look at another woman for the past five years because once I’d had Devlynn, everyone else paled in comparison.