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"I love you," she whispers, those three little words wrecking me. She pulls me in for a kiss that leaves me breathless, drinking from my lips as if she intends to steal my soul. As if she needs to do it. It's already hers. "I want you to move in here with me. No more running to your house in the morning to change."
"You want me to move in?"
"Fuck yes," I growl.
She whimpers, pressing her lips to mine again. I take the invitation, devouring her like the perfect little treat she is.
When we break apart this time, my gaze drops to the pendant shining between her breasts. In my world, it's more meaningful than a ring. It's a symbol of everything we are together, a bond that goes far deeper than anything a simple marriage contract grants.
But she will have my ring on her finger, too. Fuck yeah, she will.
"It'll be a ring soon, little girl," I breathe, tipping her head back until her eyes meet mine. "As soon as you're ready to let me put one on your finger, I'm giving you my last name."
Her lips part, her expression shocked innocence, as if she didn't know it was coming. And that—the fact that she has no fucking clue how gone I am for her even after I just put my collar around her neck and asked her to move in—is enough to tip me right over the edge into madness.
I breathe for her. But she still doesn't know. She still doesn't understand just how deep this obsession runs.
"Up," I growl, boosting her into my arms.
Her yelp of surprise is the sweetest sound.
I carry her upstairs to our room, not bothering with the lights. My eyes are trained solely on her and the way moonlight spills through the open windows, casting a soft glow on her beautiful face.
The trust in her denim eyes has something primal stirring within me, obsession digging its claws in deep.
There's no preamble, no gentle caress to prepare her this time. Tonight is about raw possession, about marking her as mine in every sense of the word. Laying her out on the bed, I pin her beneath me, my body cocooning hers protectively as I position myself at her entrance.
A small gasp leaves her lips, a delightful combination of anticipation and desire that makes my cock throb. The sight of my innocent little girl trembling beneath me is a fucking aphrodisiac more potent than anything else.
"Mine," I growl in her ear before sinking into her tight little body, claiming what's rightfully mine.
She cries out in response, arching beneath me, returning each thrust with a whimper or moan that reverberates through me.
The world narrows down to this single moment as I fuck my little girl. Every sound she makes sends a surge of lust through me, my balls throbbing so hard it's almost unbearable.
My name breaks from her lips again and again, shattering me every fucking time.
I catch her lips in a searing kiss, whispering confessions against her mouth. "I love you. You're mine, all mine." Each word is punctuated by an agonizingly slow, deep thrust that has her sweet voice echoing around the room.
It's sweeter than it's ever been between us, and yet it's not nearly enough. An insatiable hunger gnaws at me, one I don't think I'll ever be able to quench. I want more…need more of her. Everything she has until she's wrecked and ruined beneath me, unable to fucking breathe without her little cunt aching for her Daddy.
"Say it," I urge, pulling back to look at her. "Tell me who you belong to."
"You, Daddy. Only you," she sobs, sending a wave of possessiveness through me. "I'm only yours! Always yours."
Each word she says drives me closer to the edge, my obsession raging wilder. This woman beneath me is my life, my love, and with every raw thrust, every whispered promise—she becomes more mine than ever before.
"Let that be your fucking anthem," I growl, my grip on her hips relentless as I drive into her with a fervor that borders on madness. "Sing it until you can't remember any other words, little girl. Say it until every breath you take is a testament to my possession of you."
She calls out my name, her voice breaking as she succumbs to the sweet torment, an orgasm ripping through her.
Pleasure spirals through me, a molten force threatening to consume me whole. But this isn't about me. It's about the woman writhing beneath me, sobbing in pure ecstasy.
"God, Davina, do you feel that?" I murmur against the shell of her ear, my voice shaking with emotion. "The way you shatter around me? The way you surrender?"
"Yes, Daddy," she breathes between sobs, her fingers digging into my back. "I-I feel it."
"I won't ever let you forget it," I vow. "I'll remind you every single day who owns this—who owns you."
