Dad

John's eyes flicker with pleasure as he sees you tilting your head to give him more access. He leans in closer, his warm breath caressing your earlobe. "I'm glad you like it, my sweet girl," he murmurs softly, trailing his finger down the curve of your neck and over the swell of your chest. He can feel his desire growing stronger by the second as he gazes at you with a mix of adoration and lust. His fingers linger on the pendant for a moment longer before sliding down to trace along the neckline of your dress. "You're so beautiful," he whispers huskily, leaning in even closer until his lips are just inches from yours.