Page 336 of A Vicious Love

I kissed up her shoulder to the curve of her neck. Her skin was marked faintly in places I had tried to keep hidden from morning scrutiny and failed because self-control had died sometime after she whispered Daddy and asked me to stay inside her.

She stirred.

I kissed beneath her ear.

“Morning, baby.”

Her breathing changed. A slow little inhale. A sleepy hum. She shifted, and I tightened my arm automatically, keeping her from rolling away too fast.

“Jamison?”

Her voice sounded ruined from sleep and last night.

Mine.

I smiled against her neck. “Yes.”

“What time is it?”

“Too early for anyone who came as hard as you did.”

She went still for half a second, then pushed her face into the pillow. The little movement pleased me more than it should have.

I kissed her temple. “How are you?”

She made a muffled sound into the pillow.

“Words.”

“Sore.”

My hand stilled on her waist. “Bad sore?”

“No.” She turned her face enough to breathe, cheeks already pink. “Just… sore.”

I kissed her shoulder again, slower this time. “How’s my girl’s pussy? Sore from taking Daddy?”

Her whole body warmed against mine. Even half-asleep, she reacted.

Beautiful.

She rolled toward me then, hiding under my jaw as if my neck could save her from the sentence I had already said. Her body curled into my chest, one leg sliding between mine, her face pressed beneath my chin. I gathered her close and held her there, palm spread over the small of her back.

“Baby.”

She made a soft sound.

“That embarrassed?”

“Yes.”

“Still responsive to my voice.”

“Unfortunately.”

I laughed quietly, and the sound seemed to settle over both of us. My hand moved over her back because I could touch her now.

She kissed my neck.