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Chapter 15
Those words were all the permission Luca needed. He swept Teagan up into his arms and carried her down the hallway. Unsure of where her room was, he kicked open the first door, an office. Moving faster, feeling his erection painfully restrained, he did the same to the second door. Bingo! It looked like the guest bedroom, but he didn't care. There was a bed, and that was all that mattered.
Luca all but tossed Teagan down on the bed. He didn't want their first time to be rushed, but fuck it, he could make it up to her later. Right now, there was a primal need, a driven force that went beyond his thought process, leading him. He was over her in a second, kissing her, his hands roaming over her body. Damn clothes were in the way. Growling, he stood back up, grabbed her hands, and pulled her off the bed.
"Strip." He barely got the word out before her clothes started flying off her body and onto the carpet, his following suit. For a second, they stood there looking at each other.
"You are beautiful," Luca said, eyeing her soft curves against her well-defined muscles. If there was such thing as perfection, it stood before him. Her breasts stood tall, perky, ready to be fondled. Her nipples beckoned toward him, wanting his undivided attention. He licked his lips.
"You aren't that bad looking yourself," Teagan responded, swallowing hard, her gaze lingering over his body.
Luca fisted Teagan's hair, tilted her head back and crushed their lips together in a rough, violent, claiming kiss, bruising her lips with his intentions of owning her. He rubbed his hard cock against her pussy as they stood there.
They stumbled back onto the bed, Teagan, flat on her back, Luca, braced above her.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her. "Once I start, I won't be able to stop, darlin'." This was it. Her chance to say no, to change her mind, to withdraw consent. His heartbeat was loud in the room, waiting for her response.
"Don't stop, Daddy. Don't ever stop."
"It won't be gentle."
"Good. What are you waiting for?" Teagan's eyes were glazed with desire. Their arousal scented the room. Luca jerked her legs apart with his knees and moved toward her entry. She was slick and ready for him. The second her juices kissed the tip of his hard, throbbing cock, he was undone. He thrust forward and into her. She was tight. God. His girl was so fucking tight. She raised her hips to meet his demands, her skin warm against his. Flushed from his ministrations, she wrapped her legs tightly around his body.
Her nails dug into his back, urging him forward. Her body stretched around his, like it had been made for his, the perfect fit. He sped up his thrusts, faster and faster, motivated by her groans, her nails digging deeper into his flesh. Luca possessed her then, owned her. He slowed down, drove intentionally to her core, tilting forward, seeking her G-spot. He was a skilled lover, bringing his hand between them and stroking her clit until she writhed underneath him and begged for her release.
"Please, oh God! Please!" Teagan panted from the delicious torment he was administering, tossing her head from side to side, desperately seeking the glorious promised end to their mating. His finger flicked one more purposeful time, making her back arch off the mattress in desperation.
"You're mine, darlin'," Luca proclaimed.
"Yes," she breathlessly agreed.
"Say it," he commanded, rougher than he intended.
"Yes, I am yours," Teagan confirmed.
"You won't run away from Daddy again, you hear me?"
"Yes, Daddy!"
Daddy. The one word. The one fantastic word. It washed over him as he thrust into her, the hardest thrust yet, and he flicked his finger faster across her clit, bringing them to simultaneous release. She screamed it again, sealing them together in more ways than one.
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Afterward, Luca pulled Teagan close to him and played with her hair. She smiled, content from their lovemaking. As she nestled into his strength, she allowed her thoughts to wander, confused by the evening's events. She hadn't been lying when she had told her sisters how confused she was by Luca's intentions. If she could truly look deep down inside of herself and trust her heart and gut, she could be happy. They were cheering for the couple, telling her to go for it. At work, nine times out of time, Teagan followed her gut, and it rarely let her down. Yet, here she was, being a big ole dummy, allowing her brain, which had a habit of overthinking things, to dictate her fears and insecurities.
It was her past, her history, her pattern of destructive behaviors and choices that clouded her vision. She really had to learn to let go of all of that and move forward. She had said that she kept fighting each step. Why was this difficult? Why did her brain have to ruin everything by running every single scenario before her? Even the scenarios that had a likelihood of point zero-zero-zero one percent of occurring. If failure was a possibility, even a distant, almost impossible, unrealistic possibility—for instance, she had a higher chance of being struck by lightning while surfing in the ocean and being eaten by a shark—she would run away.
Teagan was learning—maybe it was because of the afterglow from the best orgasm she had ever had—that sometimes, things with the highest risks had the greatest rewards. Perhaps, letting go and letting Luca lead could have an enjoyable outcome, risk and all.
"I probably should have waited," Luca declared, interrupting Teagan's inner musings.
"What do you mean?" Teagan popped up on her elbow and looked down at him.
"I told you before, I don't bring pleasure when discipline is what is due."
"I thought perhaps you were giving me a bit of grace this time."
"I believe in grace, Teagan. I am not an overly strict taskmaster. However, there are some things that I am very firm on. I won't let anything or anyone hurt our relationship. That means you. My little girl is the most important person in my life. Keeping her safe and protecting what we have is my utmost priority. I can't allow you to run away, to hide from me, not trust me with your feelings and insecurities, especially when it comes to us. Does that make sense, darlin'?
