"Am I the only thing that exists to you yet?" I tip her hips up, fucking into her harder. "If I'm not, I'm not stopping."
"Yes!" she wails. "A-always! You always were!"
I freeze for a split second, her accidental confession ripping through me like a tornado. I can tell she means it. The truth is right there, trembling on her lips.
"Good girl," I groan, falling on her like a demon. "Good fucking girl." I drive into her in a shattering thrust, sending her hurtling over the edge again.
I still don't stop. I can't. Not until she's wrecked, her pieces and her secrets spilled across my bed in a puddle of sweat and come and bliss.
We roll until she's on top again, draped across my lap as I buck up into her with my hands on her hips, pinning her so she can't do anything except take every thrust. My teeth sink into the side of her throat, marking her there. I want her to wear it, want people to see it and know she's mine.
"Daddy!" she wails, convulsing as she shatters again.
This time, there is no holding it off. Not when that name—the one I'm so desperate to keep—cracks on her lips. Not when it echoes around the room. Not when she's everywhere, ruining me in ways that are more permanent than the mountains.
I roar her name, driving into her without rhythm as I spill in hot, shuddering pulses. I don't pull out. I don't even try. I just give her everything. Every goddamn thing.
When I can breathe again, I tangle us together, tugging her so close, I feel the wild beat of her heart against my chest and feel her breath pelting my throat.
She just hums, melting into me like there's nowhere else she'd rather be.
"You okay, baby girl?" I ask, because I have to. Because it's important.
"Perfect," she sighs sweetly.
I brush my lips across her forehead, breathing her in.
"Do you…?"
"What?"
"Want me to go?"
I tip her head back, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Hell no," I rasp. "You're staying right here."
Her smile annihilates me. "Okay."
I study her face, worried that she doesn't get it, that she still doesn't understand. But then…how could she? Until today, I was an impermanent object in her life, floating in and out of it everytime I had shipping orders. I never told her what she meant to me or how every dream of the future I had involved her.
Hell, she didn't even know that I ached to hear her call me Daddy, not until she was already coming for me. Of course she doesn't know. Not yet.
"This isn't over between us, Sarah," I say quietly, my gaze locked with hers. "I intend to know every inch of your body, every fantasy, every secret." I tuck strands of hair behind her ear, stroking her flushed cheek. "I intend to know you, inside and out, baby girl."
"I…" She stares at me for a long moment, the tip of her tongue peeking from between her lips. I can't tell what she's thinking. I don't know if she's going to turn me down or send me to heaven. "Okay," she finally whispers.
She says it so simply…but the entire weight of my world rests in that word. The entire weight of it.
Chapter Six
Sarah
"Can I see you again tonight?" Jasper asks, cupping my cheek beside my car. By some miracle, it's still in the parking lot at Coltram's. I mostly expected that it was probably in a tow lot, but fortune is on my side this morning.
"You want to see me again?"
"Hell yes," he growls, his eyes narrowing on my face. "I want you in my bed again."
My heart stutters with excitement. Waking up with him between my legs may be my new favorite thing. It was basically like winning the lottery, only the lottery was orgasms, so it was better than that. You can't get off on money.
