Page 25 of His to Defend

Control frays. “Mine,” I growl, driving deeper. “Forever mine.”

“Yours,” she breathes, nails in my shoulders. “Always yours, Daddy.”

I groan—primal, possessive. “Come for me, little girl. Let me feel you.”

She shatters—crying my name, back arching, walls clamping down so tight I see stars. Her pussy milking me so tight triggers me. One final deep thrust and I’m coming hard, emptying inside her, marking her all over again.

After, I pull her against my chest. She fits perfect—like always. Her breathing slows and matches mine.

“I love you,” I murmur into her hair. “Both of you.”

She smiles against my skin. “We love you too.”

The monitor crackles—Nancy stirring, making small sleepy sounds. Amanda shifts to get up.

“I’ve got her,” I say as I kiss her forehead. “You rest.”

She watches me pull on boxers, a sleepy smile on her face.

I head to the nursery. Scoop Nancy up nice and gentle. She settles against my chest instantly, tiny hand on my neck. I rock her slow, humming low until her breathing evens again.

Through the monitor I know Amanda’s listening. Smiling. Safe.

A year ago she was hiding from a monster. Now she’s married to one—scarred, violent, dangerous to anyone who threatens what’s mine. But with her, with Nancy, I’m nothing but gentle. Devoted. Their.

In this house we built—locks, cameras, love, trust, passion—I’ve got everything I never knew I needed.

My princess. My daughter. My family.

Forever.