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"That's it. Ride your Daddy's cock," I growl, pushing my finger deeper in her ass. The added stretch draws a high keening noise from her, but there's no discomfort in her face, only pure fucking rapture.
Her breathing becomes ragged, her body writhing atop me with a sweet desperation. "I'm…I'm going to—"
"Do it, little girl," I pant. "Give Daddy one more."
She squeals as another orgasm rocks through her body, spilling onto my cock in a hot rush. Her pussy clenches tightly around me, milking me for all I have.
"Yes! Oh, fuck!" I roar as my own orgasm slams into me like a freight train. I hold her down on me, my cock jerking as I spill deep inside her unprotected womb again and again. The release goes on forever, the feel of her wrapped around me drawing every drop of cum from my body.
The primal satisfaction that wraps around me as I fill her belly with my seed—at the thought of breeding her just as I promised—is goddamn powerful. I hope to God she ends up pregnant, tied to me in every way.
She collapses against me, panting and trembling, the fight and fire of moments ago replaced with contented exhaustion. She's so damn beautiful, cuddled up against me, mewling in satisfaction, every inch of her flushed and coated with sweat.
My heart turns over in my chest, falling into her hands.
I watch as her eyelids flutter closed on a soft sigh. Within seconds, she's asleep with me still buried deep inside her, keeping my cum right where it belongs.
"Sleep, sweet angel." I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to my chest as my lips brush her temple and my goddamn heart threatens to explode out of my chest.
This woman, this tiny, incredible little thing has become everything. She's so fucking perfect. In every goddamn way, she's perfect.
Fierce protectiveness churns through me, turning obsession to slavish devotion. The way I feel about her transcends logic or reason. It's visceral, rooted in some part of me I didn't even know existed until I saw her standing in the bedroom last night, looking up at me with those wide green eyes.
"Mine," I whisper to her, to the room…to the fucking universe. She's mine, my little girl, my world. And I'm not letting her go. Not ever.
Chapter Five
Lena
I'm drifting, floating on the edge of consciousness the next morning when a wickedly delightful pressure pulls me back to reality. I moan softly, feeling Carver's tongue dancing through my folds before circling my clit.
"Are you awake yet?" he asks, his deep voice vibrating against my sex.
I shiver beneath him, trying to formulate a response, but the rush of pleasure coursing through me is too intense. I can't think straight.
"You looked so fucking sweet. Daddy couldn't resist a little taste, pretty baby," he breathes, his tongue flicking against my clit again. There's a wicked, devilish note in his voice that sends a thrill racing through me.
My lips part, a breath away from confirming that I'm awake, but I quickly snap them shut. Instinct grips me, desire coiling tight inside of me. I want this—the rawness of his need, the way he takes what he wants without apology or request.
Maybe I shouldn't like the thought of being utterly helpless, his to command…but I do. Even in my sleep, I'm his to claim, his to devour. It's wrong, forbidden. But I don't care, not with him.
I let my body go limp, my breaths coming out in soft, deliberate snores as I pretend I'm still asleep. It's a silent invitation for him to take what he wants. To do his worst.
"So it's like that, huh?" His whisper is almost reverent, something dark bleeding around the edges. "Daddy has to fuck his little girl awake?"
I bite down on my lip hard enough to stifle the moan begging to spill forth as my core clenches at his filthy question.
He shifts, his large, powerful frame enveloping mine as he crawls over me. Every inch of him screams dominance—from the broad expanse of his chest pressed against my back to the firmness of his thighs bracketing mine. The weight of him on top of me is as comforting as it is exhilarating, grounding me in the moment.
My heart pounds against my breastbone, anticipation building as I wait for his next move. I'm beyond ready to dissolve under his touch, to be his good little girl, possessed by her Daddy.
"Good girl," he murmurs as his cock nudges against my folds. "Just keep sleeping while Daddy takes what he wants."
Heat spreads through me, molten and consuming, as he tips his hips forward, filling me in one hard thrust. I cling to the pretense of sleep by the skin of my teeth, savoring the wicked thrill that courses through my veins as he grunts a curse in my ear.
He feels so good on top of me, inside of me, consuming every inch of me. I never knew it could be this way—so intense, so powerful. But every moment with him is magic. Not sleight of hand or smoke and mirrors, but Old World, primal, mystical magic.
He drives into me in a steady rhythm, each thrust a silent stamp of possession making me more his than ever before. His hot breath fans across my neck as he whispers words like sinful secrets meant only for my ears.