DAMIR
It was early.
The sunlight hadn't even finished stretching its way across the curtains when I opened my eyes. And there he was..Eli. Curled up, mouth slightly parted, lashes thick against his cheeks, skin flushed from the night before. My night.
I let out a breath through my nose, brushing my fingers down his bare back. His skin still held the heat from our hours together, the softest thing I've ever touched. The room smelled like us, like sex, sweat, punishment and something sweeter. Him.
I pressed my lips to his temple. "Seksy boy, wake up."
He groaned softly, burying his face into my chest, his voice muffled. "Too early…"
I chuckled low in my throat. "School today, remember?"
He grumbled. "Maybe…"
"Mmm, maybe?" I teased, letting my fingers dance along the curve of his waist. "So my boy's considering being a rebel?"
He turned away from me with a pout, hiding his face under the blanket. I shook my head. Precious.
But when he finally tried to rise, to sit upright, I noticed the tremble in his legs. He winced. And when he swung his feet to the floor, he couldn't even take a full step before stumbling. I caught him instantly.
He blinked up at me, embarrassed. "I…I'm fine."
"No," I murmured, smiling as I scooped him into my arms. "You're ruined."
He whined and hit my chest lightly, his voice laced with a soft pout. "It's your fault, Damir… You were so hard on me last night."
I carried him into the bathroom and sat him on the counter. "And you loved every second of it."
"Still," he mumbled, "I can't even walk now…"
"Good." I smirked, leaning in to nip at his lower lip, then kissed it gently afterward. "That's how it should be."
I undressed him slowly, letting my fingers graze each inch of his skin deliberately. His breathing changed, subtle, soft but I felt it.
"Stop looking at me like that," he whispered shyly.
"Like what?" I said, helping him into the warm stream of the shower. I stepped in after him, letting the water cascade over both of us.
"Like you're about to do it again…"
I gave a low chuckle, pinning him back against my chest. "Tempting… but I'll be kind this morning."
His small giggle made my heart ache.
As I lathered the soap in my palms and moved over his skin, he leaned into me, quiet and trusting. My beautiful boy. I washed his thighs carefully, knowing exactly why they trembled.
"Skipping school today," he mumbled.
I lifted his chin with two fingers, making him meet my gaze through the steam. "Is that an order or a request?"
"Request… Daddy."
God.
I smiled slowly. "Granted."
Once we were both dried and dressed, I helped him back into bed. He looked calmer now, but his phone buzzed. He hesitated, then answered.
"Hey," he said softly.
It was Lian.
"You okay?" I heard the faint concern from the other side.
"Yeah…" Eli replied.
But when Lian tried to crack a joke, probably to lighten the mood, Eli's smile fell. He hung up without a word and pressed his face into my chest again.
I didn't ask.
I wrapped my arms around him, whispering against his ear, "You're safe here. No one touches what's mine."
His fingers curled against my shirt. "I just wanna stay like this."
"Then we will."
By the time breakfast was ready, we descended together, his hand in mine, our fingers locked. He refused to be more than a few inches away from me, and I wasn't complaining.
He pecked my cheek at the bottom of the stairs.
I caught his chin and kissed him back, slow and deep.
"You missed a spot," I murmured against his lips.
Eli giggled again, brushing his fingers over my jaw. "Did I?"
I bit at his lip gently. "Mmm. Right here."
We reached the dining table, but not before he stole another kiss. And another.
Possessiveness thrummed in my chest.
This boy. He wrecked me with every smile.
And I'd wreck the world for him.