He let her teeter on the edge of an orgasm, enjoying a small bit of sadism. She’d get closer and he’d slow down beforebuilding it back up again. Her begs for release filled the room and he smiled before speeding up the motions.
"That's it," he murmured, and she cried out and then clapped a hand over her mouth. “The room is sound proof. I want to hear your screams,” he commanded.
He licked until she bucked, and kept going, listening for the edges of distress and never quite finding them. When she came, finally, her hands wrapped tight in his hair, she shook, every muscle sharp and briefly weightless. He smiled in satisfaction.
He crawled up over her, wanting to devour her whole. He wanted her to be fully his. When he pressed inside her she made a sound more vulnerable than he'd expected, and he froze. She looked up at him, wide-eyed.
"I'm good," she said. "I'm so good."
He didn't move, not yet, but lowered himself until they were skin to skin, full contact, her arms around his shoulders anchoring him to her.
"I don't want to hurt you," he said.
She tilted her chin, stubborn. "You literally can't."
He moved, slowly at first, giving her time to get accustomed to his size. She learned the rhythm at once, moved with him, worked his body and her own as if they'd done this a thousand times instead of for the first.
She was perfect.
The animal logic in him wanted to ride her faster and harder, but instead he held her face and reached a hand between their bodies and stroked her clit again. He watched her as she tightened and broke open beneath him with her second orgasm. She clung to him, nails biting into his back, and in that moment she belonged to him completely.
That hit him somewhere deep and permanent.
Her hands moved down his back, pulling him closer, and he dropped his forehead to hers and felt her breath against his mouth.
"Look at me," he said.
Her eyes opened. Found his.
He held her gaze and moved in her faster.
"You're mine," he said.
"Yes." Her eyes didn't leave his. "Yours. Daddy." A breath. "I'm yours."
He moved his hips a few more times and then he exploded above her. The orgasm took his breath away, his legs shook in a way they’d never shook before. When he opened his eyes, she was staring up at him with a look of wonder. As if she was thinking,I did that?!
Afterward she curled against him with her cheek on his chest and her hand flat over his heart and her breathing coming back to something slow and even, and the room was dark and warm and completely quiet.
He thought about Delta Force and Grand Ridge and the MC and the deliberate life he'd built from pieces of himself after the military had given him back to himself. He thought about the calculated choices he’d made, all pointing toward something he could protect and call his own.
He hadn't calculated Emily.
"Daddy," she said.
"Yeah."
"I love you," she said. Simply. "I know it's fast. I know all the reasons it's fast and I don't care
"I love you," he said. "I've been sure of it since the first day we met."
She turned her face into his chest. He felt her smile against his skin.
"You are so—" She stopped. Started again. "You knew you loved me the first time we met?"
"Yeah, I knew."
She was quiet for a moment. Her thumb moved in a small circle over his chest.
