For a minute, I didn’t move.
Just watched her. So fucking beautiful.
My girl.
My perfect sub sleeping on my chest.
I brushed my thumb down her spine, tracing the gentle slope of her back. She had given me everything last night. And her trust, had lit something in me. She had chosen me to be her first.Me.Fuck. If that didn't bring every primal part of me awake.
I’d mapped her body with my hands, my mouth, my cock last night, and it still didn’t feel like enough.
She gave me what no one else had ever touched. And, she agreed to be mine. To be my sub. To letmebe Daddy.
Then the possessiveness slid in after it, dark, Crow-deep, ancient in a way I didn’t even bother pretending to fight. Thekind of devotion that didn’t feel sane. Every primal part of me came awake at once like a switch had been thrown. My baby bled for me. Opened for me. Trustedmeto teach her.
My cock throbbed instantly, mean with jealousy that I wasn’t already back inside her.
Already home where I belonged.
I couldn’t wait for the mornings when I’d wake up hard inside her, her body warm and wet around me, her sleepy voice whisperingDaddy…before she even opened her eyes.
But right now?
My come was still nice and deep inside her, and the second I let myself think that, my cock went instantly hard and furious about not already being back there, filling her up again.
Fuck. Mornings were going to ruin me.
But right now, my beautiful girl needed soft.
And she was going to get soft.
From me.
From Daddy.
That was the one thing I’d never compromise on—she could break the world and I’d still be gentle with her.
She shifted under my hand, a tiny frown forming between her brows. Her breathing hitched as she woke.
For a second, she looked lost. Then her gaze found mine.
Recognition hit all at once. Her body tucked closer, like instinct had finally caught up to memory and decided this was home. Good. I wanted her body to sense mine and lean in.
“Morning,” I murmured, dipping my head to kiss her head. “How’s my babygirl?”
She went completely still. “You’ve never called me that before,”
One brow lifted. My hand smoothed slowly down her arm in long, claiming strokes. “Does it bother you?”
A tiny hesitation. Then the smallest shake of her head.
“No.”
Her voice was softer now.
“I thought… I used to think names like that would make me cringe,” her fingers tightened on my chain. “Like if anyone ever called me that, I’d die of secondhand embarrassment on the spot.”
A corner of my mouth curved. She had no idea what it did to me, hearing her sayanyonelike there could be someone else. “And now?”
