Page 81 of Break Me

“You could never lose me,” he says into my hair. “You might be married now. But you’ll always be my little girl.”

I laugh softly through tears. “Even now?”

“Especially now.”

As we make our way back to the house, I realize something has changed. Not between Sam and me. Between Dad and me.

When we step inside, Sam looks up immediately, the tension still written across his face.

My father meets his gaze and nods. “Take care of her.”

Sam answers without hesitation. “Always.”

Raven

Something warm brushes across my shoulder. Then my neck. Soft, lingering kisses pull me from sleep one at a time.

A smile finds me before I even open my eyes.

"Morning, sweetheart," Sam murmurs against my skin.

I let out a sleepy laugh and roll onto my back. "Good morning, husband."

His smile is immediate. "I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of hearing that."

He brushes his thumb across my cheek before leaning down to kiss me properly this time, slow and unhurried.

I smile into the kiss

“You’re stunning,” he says, his gaze traveling over me.

I smile, teasingly biting my lip. “You make it hard to resist, you know.”

He chuckles softly, a low rumble that makes me shiver. “I wouldn’t want you to resist.”

“I dreamt about this all night,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my skin.

“Show me,” I challenge, my heart racing with anticipation.

He smirks, and in one smooth motion, he captures my lips with his. His hands slide up my thighs, spreading them gently, reverently, and I feel completely exposed and completely safe all at once. I moan softly as his fingers trace my slick warmth with a deliberate slowness that sends shivers racing up my spine.

“I love the way your body responds,” he murmurs.

“Only for you,” I breathe.

Sam’s grip on my thigh tightens, his thumb circling my clit with expert pressure drawing a gasp that echoes in the quiet room. His touch is firm and gentle, each circle sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

He kisses me, slow and deep, the kind that doesn’t ask permission because it already has it, and I melt into him. His mouth moves lower, taking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. A soft gasp escapes my lips as his teeth graze the sensitive peak, sending electricity straight through my core.

"Wolf," I breathe, my fingers threading through his dark hair, holding him to me. He hums against my skin, the vibration making my back arch off the bed.

"So beautiful, sweetheart," he murmurs, his breath hot against my breast before he moves to give the other the same devoted attention.

"I love knowing I get to do this for the rest of our lives."

His mouth trails lower, kissing a path down my stomach, and my breath catches in anticipation. He looks up at me then, his amber eyes dark with desire, but beneath it is something even deeper.