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"There she is." Low and rough and broken at the edges. "My sweet girl. So innocent and willing to be ruined."
My fingers hook into his shirt and pull him down to me. His mouth finds mine, hard and unhurried. Hungry. He's as starving to taste me as I am for him.
He tastes of sin and dissolving restraint. His hands grip my hips, lift me onto the counter like I weigh nothing, and my legs wrap around him before my brain says don't fuck your killer.
Callused hands drag me closer and that one little move pulls my bare pussy against his hard length.
"You're not wearing panties."
"Don't you like me bare, Daddy?" The word slips out the same way it did that night. Unplanned yet so true.
His whole body goes rigid against mine. A low sound rumbles through his chest, something between a groan and a prayer, and those scarred hands tighten on my thighs like he'll die before he lets me go.
"Say it again, sweet girl."
"Daddy." I breathe the word against his mouth and the growl that tears from his chest vibrates straight through my core.
He lifts me off the counter. My legs lock around his waist and his mouth drags down my throat, teeth grazing my pulse point, pulling a gasp from my lips. He carries me with the same controlled efficiency he brings to everything. Warm hands, a steady grip, and the hard press of his cock against my center with every step all work together to ground me to this moment.
He lowers me to the bed. The sheets are still warm from our bodies, still carrying the combined scent of last night's heat, and the mixture of his sandalwood and my skin makes me dizzy.
His fingers close around the hem of his shirt on my body and he strips it over my head in one smooth motion. Cool air hits my bare skin and goosebumps race across my breasts, my stomach, my thighs.
He stands over me. Fully clothed. Dark shirt stretched across broad shoulders, his arousal straining behind his zipper. Those whiskey eyes track down my naked body with the same focus he uses when scanning exits and calculating threats.
"Spread your legs for me, sweet girl. Show me what belongs to me."
My knees fall open. The hunger in his gaze sharpens and he lowers to his knees beside the bed, grips my hips, and drags me to the edge of the mattress. His mouth finds the inside of my thigh. Warm lips, the rough scratch of stubble, a slow trail of open-mouthed kisses climbing higher while his hands pin me in place.
My fingers twist in the sheets. My back arches.
He drags the flat of his tongue through my folds in one long, devastating stroke. My head drops back into the pillow and the moan that breaks free bounces off every concrete surface in this stripped-down fortress.
Slow. He is so slow it borders on cruel. His tongue circles my clit with a maddening precision, steady and relentless, building a wave I can feel gathering at the base of my spine. My hips rock against his mouth, chasing more pressure, more speed, more friction.
Closer. My thighs shake. My lungs burn. So close.
He pulls back.
"Not yet, sweet girl."
My eyes fly open. "Thane." I grip his hair and try to drag his mouth back where I need it. He doesn't budge. Of course he doesn't. He presses a warm kiss to my inner thigh, his breath hot against my slick skin, and waits.
My orgasm recedes, dragging the wave back from shore, and the frustrated whimper that spills from my lips is desperate and shameless.
"Please." My voice cracks.
His thumb traces the crease where my thigh meets my hip. Featherlight. Maddening. "Ask me properly, Neve."
"Please, Daddy." Heat blazes across my cheeks and my core clenches around nothing.
"That's my good girl."
His mouth returns and the relief is so sharp my hips jolt off the mattress. Slow, deliberate circles around my swollen clit, his tongue working the throbbing nerve until my breathing fractures into ragged gasps. He pushes two thick fingers inside me and curls them forward against the spot that whites out my vision. My thighs lock around his head. My fingers twist in his hair. The wave builds higher this time, stronger, and my body tightens around his fingers as the peak rushes toward me.
He pulls back again.
"No." The word comes out close to a sob. "Thane, please. I can't take any more."
