All Chapters of Cherish Me, Daddy: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ELI'S POV“You’re quiet,” Lucen murmured, his voice vibration humming through my spine. His grip tightened reflexively, a flash of that possessive instinct returning before he consciously forced his fingers to relax. It was a dance he was learning in real-time: how to hold me without crushing me.“I don’t know how to be Eli,” I whispered, the confession coming out before I could stop it. “I’ve spent so much time being who you needed me to be... being Elion. I don’t even know what ‘us’ looks like without the shadow of the contract.”Lucen shifted, turning me in his arms until I was forced to face him. The morning light was stronger now, highlighting the sharp angle of his jaw and the slight puffiness around his eyes...the tell-tale signs of a night spent in a state of emotional wreckage. He reached up, his thumb tracing the line of my lower lip, his gaze so intense it felt like he was memorizing my soul.“Then we find out together,” he said firmly. “We start with the basics. No more cl

LUCEN'S POVThe contract was ash, but the fire it had started was still burning... only now, it was a hearth fire, steady and warm instead of consuming. Watching Eli sleep, his breathing soft and rhythmic against my chest, I felt a strange, terrifying sense of clarity. For six months, I had been under a self-imposed sentence: treat him as if we were meeting for the first time, every single weekend.I held my breath, careful not to disturb him, my fingers unconsciously tightening where they rested against his arm. My life had been defined by spreadsheets, pack politics, and the cold, clinical pursuit of power. Now, my entire week was a countdown. Monday through Friday was spent managing the estate, barking orders at staff, and, most importantly... conducting a clandestine operation that required the silent cooperation of every soul on the grounds.“If anything happens to him…” I muttered once under my breath, staring at a report I wasn’t really reading.Drew, standing across from me, d

ELI'S POVThe wedding reception had been a slow burn... hours of stolen glances, fingers brushing under the table, the kind of tension that made my skin prickle every time Lucen’s voice dropped into that low, possessive rumble. We’d played our parts well, the perfect newly bonded pair, all polite smiles and restrained touches. But the second the door to our villa clicked shut behind us, the mask shattered.Lucen had me pressed against the back of the bedroom door before I could even breathe. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry, demanding, his tongue forcing its way past my lips like he was starving for me. ”Luceeen,” I moaned between his hungry kisses. I groaned into him, my hands fisting in his suit, yanking him closer. The fabric was too much...too much between us, too much keeping me from what I really wanted. ”You're finally mine, Eli.” Lucen murmured sexily.His teeth grazed my lower lip, sharp enough to make me gasp, and I bit back just as hard, tasting copper and whiskey. L

ELI'S POVThe moment Lucen’s lips curled into that dark, satisfied smirk.... Yours, something in me snapped. Not resistance, not defiance, but a deeper, hungrier need. His fingers still dug into my hips, bruises blooming under his grip, and I could taste iron on my tongue from where he’d bitten my lower lip too hard.Then his hands were on me again, shoving me back against the window. The glass was cool against my overheated skin, a shock that made me gasp as my back hit it.Lucen didn’t give me time to adjust. One thick thigh forced between mine, spreading me open, and then his cock was there, pressing against my hole, already slick with cum and my own mess. He didn’t ask. He never did. Just gripped my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head, and drove into me in a single, brutal thrust.”Ahhhhh-Luceen!” I moaned.My vision whited out for a second. The stretch burned, delicious and obscene, his cock forcing its way past the ring of muscle like he owned it. Like he was remindin

ELI'S POVAnother six months that followed through my fingers like fine, golden sand... it is quiet, warm, and dangerously perfect.If a stranger had walked into our home during those days, they would have seen the quiet intimacy of a lifetime. They would have noted the way Lucen would rest his large, calloused hand at the small of my back as we navigated the corridors of the estate, or how I would instinctively lean into his space, seeking the warmth of his presence in crowded rooms. They would never have guessed that we started as a legal technicality, a marriage of convenience bound by ink and duty. They didn’t see the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention, with a fierce, grounding intensity, as if I were something fragile he had sworn to protect against the weight of the world.“You’re staring again,” I murmured one morning, not even looking up from the shears in my hand as I trimmed a stray stem from an arrangement of white lilies.“I always am,” Lucen re