Tears prick at my eyes as I nod, completely overwhelmed with just how muchhonestyhe puts into his words. Ty’s eyes are open and I can see into his soul that I love so much.
“Ty,” I say softly, my arms wrapping tighter around his waist, but he just shakes his head.
“I love you, Roxie. You. Forever. And even that won’t be enough time with you.”
A tear slides down my cheek and I smile, holding onto his forearms like they’re the only thing keeping me from falling deeper.
“I love you too, Ty. More than I thought was ever possible,” I confess, my words filling the space between us and the smile I receive from him will be my happy place for the rest of my days.
His hands cradle my face and he presses a lingering kiss to my forehead before pulling back to look at me with those excited, happy, devastatingly handsome eyes.
“Stay with me tonight. I know Harriet’s probably wondering where you are, but can you stay?”
“Yeah,Daddy, I can stay.” I smile at him, leaning into his body a little more and the happiness in his eyes turns downright filthy. The stare on this man… I couldfeelhim taking my clothes off with his eyes.
Without a word and just a bite of his lip, Ty swats my ass and guides me upstairs and to the bedroom.
My head lands on the soft mattress and I’m engulfed in the smell of Ty as I’m dropped onto his sheets. He’s still bloody, probably sore and hurting, but I can’t see any of it. All I see is a man who’s morphed into a predator, and his eyes are on his prey.
“We need to clean you up,” I say softly, huskily, and I lean up on my elbows, but Ty just shakes his head.
“No,” he growls. “No, Ineedto be inside you.” My thighs clench together and he smirks, catching the movement. He pulls his shorts off, standing in his black boxer briefs, and kicks off his shoes.
“Clothes off,” he orders and I scramble to do what he asked. Ripping my shirt over my head, I watch him. The black leggings I’m wearing slide down my thighs easily and I toss them to the side. Ty’s eyes darken and I lean up on my knees, pulling my bra off and letting it drop to the floor.
“Panties, too, baby,” he growls, his hands barely contained from trying to reach for me and do it himself.
I fall back and slip the thin material already damp from my arousal down my legs. Ty’s eyes watch me hungrily, as if he’s barely holding back.
And honestly? I fucking love it. This heat between us, this tension. It never gets old and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
I’ve never felt more wanted than when I’m under Ty’s gaze.
“What a good girl. Not going to push me tonight like the brat I know you are?” He tilts his head to the side, smiling teasingly as he reaches forward and pulls the panties from my foot.
“Do you want me to be a brat tonight, Daddy?”
“I wantyou, Roxie. Always and forever, I wantyou.” Ty steps closer, his rough hand sliding up my leg as he climbs over me. “I love your bratty mouth, I love how you push me and pull me in, I love how you’re sweet and sour. Keeps me honest. Keeps it interesting.” He smirks and that little glint in his eye could have taken me out if I wasn’t already laying down.
I sit up with the intention of grabbing his head and pulling him in for a messy kiss, but he pins me down with a look.
“Spread them,” he growls, yanking me like I weigh nothing to the edge of the bed.
Then he kneels. For me.
I watch as he slowly descends, never breaking eye contact with me as he shifts.
“You’re everything, Roxie. Everything. And I’m going to show you exactly how much you belong with me,” he whispers against my inner thigh.
My hand goes to his hair gently, I don’t want to hurt him more from the fight, but I have to hold him. Turning his face gently to face me, I need to say what I’m feeling.
“You’re my everything and more, Ty. Always. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll fight anyone I need to to keep you safe. I’ll never stop telling you exactly how much I love you. You’re mine, do you understand?”
His eyes sharpen and he leans up, kissing me so deeply it’s like he couldn’t hold back anymore. He tastes like blood, the gatorade he had earlier, and the warmness of Ty. I wrap my hand around his head, cradling him to keep him to me.
Ty pulls back when I’m about to run out of air, but his lips don’t leave my skin. Gasping, I tilt my head to the side to give him access to my neck where I can feel the marks he’s leaving and I squirm. His teeth rake over the skin at my neck and I never want him to leave. I want everyone to know I’m his. I want to feel his teeth against my throat.
“Bite me, please,” I whisper breathlessly, craning my neck more to the side as he freezes.
