Page 35 of Claimed By Daddy

His hand shakes as he slides the ring onto my finger, his eyes blazing with pure possession. "Damn, pretty angel. You look good claimed by Daddy."

"Yeah," I breathe, climbing into his lap, feeling every hard line of his body against mine. "But I look even better when he's all over me." My lips find his jaw, trailing kisses toward his ear. "Especially when he's dripping between my legs."

He sinks his hands into my sides, bucking his hips against me. "Fuck, little girl. You want to play?"

"Maybe." I flash him an innocent smile, looking up at him from beneath my lashes. "There's nobody here to catch us, Daddy. And I like our games."

"Yeah? What's your favorite?" he asks, already dragging my pants and panties down my legs, his eyes dark with desire.

"The one where you see how far down my throat you can fit your cock before I choke."

A loud groan escapes him, and in one swift motion, he tumbles me over backward. My squeal echoes around the cabin as he crawls over me, those gray eyes dark as sin.

"Let's see how good you are at those games, little girl," he breathes, his big hands gliding over my body as he rips away the rest of my clothes, leaving me bare and aching beneath him. The hunger in his eyes makes my heart race.

"But we're not playing the choking game tonight, little angel," he murmurs, his lips trailing fire from my collarbone to my breasts as his hand slips between my thighs.

"Then what—" My question dies on a gasp as he kisses lower, licking a trail down my stomach. His tongue spears through my folds, stroking me in a way that has me shaking beneath him and gasping his name.

"Shh," he soothes, and I can almost hear the smirk in his voice. "We're playing the breeding game tonight, Lena."

"W-What's that game?" The innocent question spills out between moans as he licks me, already driving me toward the brink with that sinful tongue.

"It's where you lie back," he says, pausing to look up at me, his gray eyes dark with desire, "spread your pretty little thighs, and let Daddy fill you up again and again, pretty baby."

His tongue swipes through my folds, swirling against my clit. My body responds to him instinctively, my hips arching toward his mouth, seeking more of his exquisite torment.

"And if we're really, really good at it…" he trails off, his gaze locked on mine, full of unspoken promises. "Daddy will leave a little present behind for you."

"Oh, yes, Daddy," I sigh, my entire being vibrating with need.

"Good girl," he praises, dipping his head again. His tongue is relentless this time, slipping between my folds as he fucks me with it.

By the time he's done, I'm gasping for breath, on the edge of orgasm. But he isn't finished yet. He pulls away abruptly, leaving me empty and aching for more.

Before I can protest, he's looming over me again, positioning himself at my entrance.

"Ready for your present, little girl?" he asks, the gravel in his voice grating against my womb.

"Yes," I gasp as he eases into me. "Yes, Daddy."

The pleasure is immediate and overwhelming. He fills me so completely that it takes my breath away. A deep thrust sends me spiraling into ecstasy, my nails digging into his shoulders as I cling to him.

"That's it, pretty baby," he breathes in my ear, each thrust making me gasp and pant. "Take Daddy all in."

Words become meaningless as he drives into me, and we get lost in the rhythm and each other. His hips snap against mine, each thrust driving him deeper.

His hand slips around my throat, squeezing in a way that sends a thrill racing through me. "Look at me, little girl," he commands. "Open those pretty eyes."

I obey instantly, my eyes fluttering open.

"I love you," he says, his gaze tangled with mine, the truth reflecting in the depths like stars. His voice is raw with emotion, every word drenched in devotion.

"I love you too," I manage to gasp before reality shatters around me. Pleasure ignites in my belly like a thousand fireworks detonating all at once. I fall over the edge, tangled in his gaze, with his hand around my throat, safe and loved.

He follows me over the edge with a groan, filling me full of him. But we don't stop. We can't. We keep going, again and again, until neither of us can move or breathe, and nothing exists between us except surrender and possession—exactly the way it should be between a Daddy and his little girl.

We collapse together, Carver's arms around me, holding me against his chest, his heart a wild drumbeat against my ear.