Page 324 of A Vicious Love

“Daddy’s home, baby,” I whispered.

Her breath hitched.

I kissed her temple again. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

“It hurts,” she whispered.

“I know. Let it hurt for a second. Don’t fight it.” I kept my voice low and steady, my body still even though every instinct in me wanted motion. “You gave me something so fucking special. Do you understand? I know it hurts. Daddy’s here.”

Her fingers slid into my hair, gripping hard.

I lifted my hips the smallest amount, enough to ease the worst pressure without leaving her, then settled back with care. “There we go. All done, baby. The first part is done.”

She cried harder at that, quiet and overwhelmed.

I held her through it.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes opened, wet and dazed.

I kissed the corner of her mouth. “You’re okay.”

She nodded, but her mouth shook.

“I’ve got you.”

Another nod.

“Say it.”

“You’ve got me.”

“Good girl.”

Her body fluttered around me, and my vision darkened with the effort it took to stay still. She was so tight it was obscene. So warm I could barely think. So completely mine in this moment that some older, uglier thing inside me lifted its head and recognized the shape of forever.

Primitive.

Crow.

Animal.

This was it.

I had forgotten the feel of everyone else before I even understood I was forgetting. Sienna took the last ghost of them and burned it down simply by looking up at me with tears in her eyes and my body inside hers.

Only mine.

The thought wasn’t pretty.

It wasn’t civilized.

It was bone-deep and vicious, a claim that moved through me as old as hunger.

This pussy was mine for life.

This soft, trembling body would know only me this way. Only my cock. One day she would carry my children in this body, and the thought hit so hard I had to close my eyes and press my mouth to her forehead.