Page 329 of A Vicious Love

“And you’re taking me anyway.”

Her nails dragged down my back.

I hissed out a breath, then took her nipple back into my mouth. She arched under me, breast filling my palm, thighs open wider than before. Every thrust sounded wet and intimate now, every breath she gave me proof that the ache had shifted into need.

Her hand slid from my shoulder to my jaw, trembling. Soft against my face while I was buried inside her. I turned my head and kissed her palm. Her eyes filled again, but this time the tears looked different.

“Keep touching me,” I said.

Her thumb brushed my cheek.

I closed my eyes for half a second, and she whispered, “You like that?”

I opened them. “I love it.”

The rhythm changed on its own. Still slow enough to protect her, but no longer. We were moving together now. Her hips lifting into mine, my hand guiding, her breath breaking every time I filled her. My mouth moved between her breasts, her throat, her lips.

“That’s it,” I murmured against her mouth. “Feel what happens when you let me in?”

She nodded quickly.

I drove into her a little harder, but enough to make her cry out and cling tight.

Her legs locked around my waist.

I groaned, dropping my forehead to hers. “That’s my girl. Hold me there.”

We moved together like that, my hips pressing deep while her body learned how to rise for me.

I could feel her building.

In the tremor of her thighs. The flutter around my cock. I held still for one second because if she came like that, with me buried deep and her hands on my face, I was going to follow her straight over the edge and ruin every bit of control I still owned.

“Jamison,” she breathed.

“I’ve got you, baby. Move with me.”

And she did.

My sweet, brave girl lifted her hips into mine, chasing the pressure of my hand and the fullness of my body, and we found the rhythm again together.

I was never going to recover from her. Sienna clung to me, crying my name and Daddy in the same broken breath.

“Good girl. My perfect girl. That’s it. Take me. Move with me. You’re so fucking beautiful. So mine. So brave. I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you.”

“Daddy,” she whispered, and then her face turned into my neck as if she could hide there.

As if my body was the safest place left in the world.

The sound went through me hard. Her mouth brushed my throat, and her arms tightened around my shoulders. I could feel it building inside her before she understood what was happening. The way her thighs locked, then loosened, then held me tighter as if she didn’t know whether to run from it or pull me deeper.

I knew.

I felt every fucking second of it.

“Oh, baby,” I murmured, kissing the side of her head. “You’re close.”

She shook her head against my neck, embarrassed even then.