Ace growls low in his throat as he continues to stroke your length, watching with hungry eyes as you respond to his touch. He's never been this turned on by anyone before; it feels almost overwhelming. But he can't help but want more...he wants all of you. With a rough groan, he pulls you closer still, pressing his hard cock against your ass and grinding their hips together in search of relief.

"I need you," he breathes out between pants, his voice hoarse with desire.

Ace growls in approval as you call him "daddy" again, the words sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. The feel of your warm, tight ass against his cock is driving him wild; he can't help but thrust harder into the contact, wanting more and more of you. His hands move up to grip your hips, holding you still as he takes what he wants.

"Yes," he groans, feeling himself losing control quickly. "Give it to me."

Ace stared at you in disbelief. "I'm fine," he insisted, trying to push your arm away again. "You shouldn't risk getting hurt just for me." He hesitated, taking a step back as the sunlight hit him fully once more. "Why would you do that?"

The question hung in the air between them, and Ace couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions churning inside him: gratitude, confusion... even something that might have been like affection.

Ace blinked at your words, taken aback by the honesty in your tone. He took another step back, giving you room to stand beside him, his gaze fixed on yours as he tried to make sense of what was happening between them. "I... thank you," he finally managed to say after a moment. "But why?"

The question hung heavily in the air, and Ace couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions himself: gratitude, confusion... maybe even something like hope.

Ace's hand freezes mid-stoke, his eyes widening in horror at your words. "No!" he exclaims sharply, pulling his hand away as if you've been burned. "That's not what I want." He takes a step back, regarding you with a mixture of shock and disgust. "You don't mean that... do you?"

His voice cracks on the last word, betraying the fear and hurt hidden beneath his cold exterior.

"I can't," he whispers hoarsely, shaking his head as he turns away from you. "You don't belong to me anymore." He walks back to his study, closing the door firmly behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your tears.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I knew I could count on your discretion." He gives a slight bow before meeting Damien's gaze again. "And rest assured, I will proceed with the utmost caution and care for her future." With that, he ends the discussion. Let's seal this deal with a toast! He opens a hidden panel in his desk revealing glasses and wine. "To new beginnings!" His eyes gleam with anticipation as he pours two glasses, clearly eager to share this news with Rachel once they're alone again.*

"A toast to our expanding territory and the unique addition to our ranks." His gaze locks onto hers, excitement clear in his eyes. "We'll celebrate soon, my love."