Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 174

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: I love you more
Winter barely had a moment to catch her breath before Kalix flipped her onto her stomach. With a growl low in his throat, he gripped her hips, lifting her backside toward him, and drove into her in a single, punishing thrust.

A gasp tore from Winter’s lips as she clutched the armrest, her knuckles whitening from the force.

Kalix moved inside her with feverish, relentless power, his body still rigid and aching despite the release they had just shared. If anything, it had only stoked the fire burning inside him hotter.

Her entire body quaked under the brutal, raw rhythm he set, each thrust claiming her deeper, harder. His fist tangled into her hair, yanking her head back like reins, forcing her to arch for him, submit to him.

Winter knew she had unleashed something untamable—a beast that had been caged for far too long. And she didn’t care. She craved him just as desperately, matching his hunger, her heart pounding with every furious slam of his hips against hers.

Being taken like this, so fiercely, so absolutely, made her feel alive—needed—worshipped. His need for her lit something wild and primal inside her, urging her to take him deeper, to feel every savage inch.

“You’re driving me insane, Angel,” Kalix growled against her ear, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Winter whimpered, pressing back against him, begging silently for more, for everything.

Kalix felt reborn, every muscle in his body charged with new strength now that he had her again. Being inside her—feeling her, filling her—was a high he never wanted to come down from. It was as if claiming her now, so thoroughly, was the only thing that could ever make him whole.

And he intended to make sure she knew—every shuddering breath, every bruising thrust—that she belonged to him.

Winter moaned, the sound muffled against the cushions as Kalix drove into her again, harder, deeper, like he was determined to brand himself into her soul. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure ripping through her, her body tightening, clenching around him.

“Mine,” he growled, voice raw and feral as he tugged her hair again, angling her head back to expose the delicate line of her throat. He bit down softly, a possessive claim that sent a tremor spiraling through her body.

She was dizzy, her senses overwhelmed by him—the heavy press of his body, the punishing rhythm, the scent of him wrapping around her like a drug. Her knees nearly buckled, but Kalix’s strong arms kept her exactly where he wanted her, held firm, helpless, and yet so utterly safe in his hands.

“You feel like heaven,” he rasped against her ear, his hips never slowing, his hands roaming over her body like he couldn’t get enough of touching her. “So fucking perfect, Angel. My perfect addiction.”

Winter cried out, her walls fluttering around him as pleasure clawed at her spine, dragging her higher with every thrust. Her body was betraying her, surrendering completely to him, and she no longer wanted to fight it. She wanted to fall apart for him—to be undone by him.

Kalix felt her tighten and swore harshly under his breath. His hand slipped around to her front, fingers finding the sensitive nub between her thighs. He circled it mercilessly, determined to push her over the edge with him.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice hoarse, barely holding himself back. “I need to feel you.”

A sob tore from her lips as the orgasm hit, crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body seized around him, convulsing in waves of white-hot pleasure. Kalix followed with a deep groan, thrusting hard one last time as he emptied himself inside her, marking her in the most primal, intimate way possible.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, locked together, breathing raggedly.

Kalix finally loosened his grip, brushing a kiss along the curve of her shoulder, his lips softer now, almost reverent. He stayed buried inside her, reluctant to break the connection, his body pressed over hers protectively.

“You ruin me, Winter,” he whispered against her damp skin, his voice low, shaken. “Every damn time.”

Winter turned her head slightly, catching his dark, hungry gaze over her shoulder. Despite everything—the roughness, the claiming, the chaos—there was tenderness there. A devotion that burned just as fiercely as the lust.

And for the first time, she realized she wasn’t afraid of being consumed by him.

Because she wanted to consume him too.

That night, the study became their playground, their sanctuary.

Kalix and Winter made love in every corner, turning the once pristine room into a chaotic mess, the air thick with the raw scent of their passion.

Papers were scattered, furniture shifted, and the walls themselves seemed to hum with the memory of their touch.

Fortunately, Seren had already fallen into a deep sleep, unaware of the storm of heat that had consumed the house.

When it was finally over—when Winter was too exhausted to even lift her head—Kalix gathered her in his arms and carried her back to their bedroom.

She clung to him weakly, her body boneless from the relentless claiming he had put her through.

“You’re impossible, Kalix,” Winter mumbled against his chest, her voice hoarse with spent pleasure.

A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled from him as he placed her carefully onto the bed, treating her like the most precious thing in the world. He brushed a damp strand of hair from her flushed face, his touch lingering, tender.

Winter never imagined he could ravish her to the point where she couldn’t even stand. Every inch of her body ached deliciously, a reminder of the night they’d just shared.

Her thighs trembled, her skin burned, and between her legs, she was so sore that even the faintest shift made her gasp.

She could still feel him inside her—the stretch of him, the way he filled her so completely it bordered on overwhelming.

She hadn’t realized how impossibly big he would get each time he entered her, how each time he claimed her, he drove her deeper into madness.

And yet, lying there now, utterly spent, utterly his, Winter had never felt more satisfied… or more whole.

Winter watched him clean her with precision as if she was the most fragile thing he was handling and yet he ended up ruining her in the best way possible.

Once done, Kalix slid in beside her, pulling her close, cradling her against his chest. He pressed lazy kisses to her temple, her cheek, and her jaw, as if he couldn’t bear to be apart from her even for a moment.

“You were made for me,” he whispered into her hair, his voice thick with possessiveness and something softer, something devastatingly tender. “Every part of you.”

Winter’s heart squeezed painfully at his words, her body instinctively curling into his warmth. She was too tired to respond, but she didn’t need to. The way she melted against him said everything.

In Kalix’s arms, Winter finally surrendered completely—to him, to this bond between them, to the overwhelming love she could no longer deny.

And for the first time in a long, long time, she allowed herself to believe she was exactly where she was meant to be.

“I love you,” Winter whispered, her voice fragile with the weight of everything she felt.

Her heart swelled, emotions overflowing in a rush that showed no signs of slowing down. She didn’t mind—if anything, she wanted to say it a thousand times over, to let him know just how deeply, how irrevocably, he meant to her.

Kalix turned his head toward her, his eyes soft and warm as he admired her. Without a word, he reached out and gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing tenderly over her cheek before he kissed her—slow, lingering, a silent promise sealed between their lips.

“I love you more,” he murmured against her skin, his voice a husky caress that pulled a sleepy smile from her lips.

And Winter knew—deep down in her soul—that Kalix meant it. His love wasn’t something fragile or fleeting; it was fierce, immovable, and as unshakable as the man himself.

When he said he loved her more, she didn’t doubt it. She could feel it—in every touch, every kiss, every breath he shared with her.

Kalix continued to stroke her cheek, his fingers moving in slow, hypnotic circles, grounding her even as exhaustion began to pull her under. Wrapped in his arms, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, Winter’s eyelids fluttered shut.

Kalix stayed awake just a little longer, watching her, memorizing every delicate line of her face, every peaceful breath she took.

For once, his mind was still, free from the constant churn of dark thoughts and heavier burdens. With Winter lying against him, so trusting, so completely his, he felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years—peace.

Finally, when sleep tugged insistently at him too, Kalix surrendered.

He tucked her tighter against him, dropped a final kiss to her hair, and let himself drift away—body, heart, and soul—for the first time in what felt like forever, completely at ease.

Together, they slept, tangled in each other, the outside world forgotten.